#yonghee x y/n

[yv17]

after midnight - kim yonghee (김 용희)

a/n: this one's requested by anon and i'm so happy cuz i don't really get that much requests??? i'm incredibly sorry it took so long to write, but i don't usually write longer pieces and the fact that this ended up being 2k words is incredible to me. i hope you'll enjoy it !!

warnings: swearing, cheating accusations, argument?? yonghee is a bit of a bitch towards y/n, mentions of stalking

genre: angst with a fluffy ending, non idol! au, also mentions of fromis_9's seoyeon as y/n's best friend

the house was filled with the smell of a freshly cooked meal, the deliciously looking dinner waiting on the table. as always, your boyfriend yonghee went out of his way to prepare something nice for the both of you. and even though you should be feeling happy about it all, you felt as if there was something wrong, the tension thick in your shared apartment.

for the entirety of the day, yonghee felt distant, almost as if he didn't want to speak to you at all. and as much as you wanted to ignore it, his behavior was surely strange to you; he never acted this way, always the clingy, sweet type of boyfriend. so to see him barely speaking to you through the day, not even a kiss before work? it was weird.

you sat down at the table, your hands shaking slightly as yonghee sat down aswell, right across from you.

'thanks for the meal, honey' you said, smiling lightly at the boy in an attempt to loosen the tension up a bit. he gave you a small smile in response, a short 'mhm' escaping his lips.

he went straight to eating after that, trying his best to ignore your confused gaze on him. almost as he was pretending you weren't there.

'is there something wrong?' you finally asked, breaking the silence between the two of you. 'did something bad happen at work lately? some family issues?'

he sat silent for a few seconds, avoiding eye contact with you.

'i don't know, you tell me' yonghee said, looking up at you. you couldn't really read anything from his face, but his eyes showed a lot. sadness, betrayal and a slight but clearly noticeable hint of anger. and yet you had no idea where all these emotions came from.

'what do you mean?' you looked at him, a confused look painting on your face.

'maybe about the big flower bouquet that someone left in front of our apartment yesterday?' he said in an annoyed tone. 'or maybe the love letter that came along with it?'

'yonghee, what are you talking about?' you couldn't hide your confusion. for a second you thought he might've imagined something; you had no knowledge of any flowers, let alone love letters from anyone else but him.

'don't play dumb, y/n.' he said, the tone of his voice making you shiver. through the entirety of your relationship, he never spoke to you that way; it was something new, and definitely not something you enjoyed.

'i am not.' you said, the whole situation stressing the hell out of you. 'i truly have no goddamn idea of what you're talking about.'

'do you really?' his eyes focused on yours, his earlier resting face now expressing anger and annoyance 'or are you just hiding something from me?'

'honey, please calm down.' you stood up in an attempt to come up to your boyfriend, but he quickly shut you off.

'don't honey me right now, y/n.' yonghee spat, standing up to take a step awan from you. 'you're trying so fucking hard to pretend you're not cheating on me, it's almost funny.'

his words were like a punch straight to the face.

'what?'

you couldn't believe he would actually accuse you of something like this. in that exact moment, you felt as if a stranger was standing right across from you, not your loving boyfriend. after all, your boyfriend trusted you, or so you thought. because whatever left his lips right now wasn't any signs of trust and you were 100% aware of it.

tears started gathering in your eyes, threatening to fall down every second. you felt as if someone just put a knife straight through your heart; all meanwhile you were trying your best not to burst out crying.

the room went silent, as yonghee slowly came to the realization of what he just said, and it scared him. he promised himself, so many times, to never gush out on you, and yet there he was; standing right across from you, a terrified, broken look on your face, looking like you're at the brink of breaking down.

and it was all because of him.

he wanted to apologize, say anything that would deny his previous words, but it felt as if his mouth was sealed, and no matter how much he tried, no words came out of him. 

and so he just had to watch as you bursted out crying, hiding your face in your hands as you walked out the kitchen, heading to the door. he watched frozen in place as you put on your shoes and coat, how you reached for your keys from the top shelf, where you would always put them. 

‘y/n-’ when he finally managed to say your name, it sounded more like a weak plead rather than his voice just minutes before, and all of a sudden he found himself at the brink of crying. 

he took a step towards you, an attempt to prevent you from leaving, but at the same time he knew that you would walk out the door either way. he fucked up, and your reaction was adequate to the situation you were in. 

he had no other choice but to let you leave. 

‘i’m going to seoyeon’s place.’ you said, trying to contain your crying just for a second. ‘just so you know where to find me, i guess.’

and you left, closing the door behind yourself, leaving yonghee to himself in an apartment that had never felt so empty before. it didn’t take long for him to break down just like you did a bit earlier; tears staining his cheeks as they rolled down, landing on the wooden floor. 

that night, yonghee didn’t sleep for even an hour straight. 

he was so mad at himself. for leashing out on you the way he did, for accusing you of something he knew you would absolutely never do. he risked losing you over something so stupid, too blinded by his own anger to even give you a second to explain yourself, to remind himself that you loved him too much to even come close to anything as terrible as cheating on your loved one. cheating on him.

he contemplated on whether to drive to seoyeon’s place or not, knowing well how overprotective of a friend she is. she probably wouldn’t even let him inside; not after hearing about what he did. 

yonghee didn’t waste any more time, not even bothering to change into something that wasn’t his yesterday's outfit. he looked quite miserable; hair messy, clothes creased, but at that time, it wasn’t really important for him. what was important was getting to your friend’s place as fast as he could. 

you didn’t really know what to expect when you saw your boyfriend in the doorway of seoyeon’s apartment, breathing heavily as if he was rushing up to get there. you didn’t have too much time to think about it, either; soon enough seoyeon’s head peeked out of the kitchen, and quickly rushed him to get inside. 

‘can we talk?’ he asked, his eyes focused on your face. before you were able to answer, though, your friend quickly got in the way of you two. 

‘before you even try to explain anything to her, i need to exchange a word with you.’ seoyeon looked serious like she never did before, yonghee shivering slightly at her cold and expressionless eyes staring daggers into him. ‘come outside with me for a minute.’

she looked over to you, her gaze immediately changing into a soft one, as she mouthed a quick ‘i’ve got this’, before disappearing behind the door. 

and so you waited in silence, with shaky hands and stress eating you from the inside, waiting for them to come back. 

you were grateful to have a friend like seoyeon for many reasons. one of them was that no matter the situation you were in, she would always help you out. just like she was doing it now. 

the night before, after she calmed you down and let you explain what had happened at your apartment, you asked her to talk to yonghee before talking with him yourself. she agreed immediately, knowing what the situation looked like, knowing why the argument even started in the first place. 

after all, you were well aware of the flowers and letters sent to you. you were just to afraid to tell yonghee about the whole situation.

the idea you could ever have a stalker never really crossed your mind, and yet here you were; receiving flowers, letters and other presents, first to your desk at work, then right to your doorstep. every single time before you had managed to somehow hide it from yonghee, afraid he wouldn't believe you if you told him about it, or that he would react the same way he did the night before; accusing you of cheating on him. 

and so you kept it to yourself. after a month, it became a routine for you; throwing out the presents you always got every day, extra careful not to let anyone see that there was anything wrong. 

but seoyeon obviously noticed. 

she had asked you about it one day at work, and you almost broke down in tears explaining the whole situation. even though you tried to play it cool all of the time, reality was this stalker thing was eating you from the inside. but having at least one person to help you deal with it was great, and you were grateful that she helped you with getting rid of every single thing your stalker got you. yet still, you didn’t want to listen to her with the most important thing, it obviously being telling your boyfriend about it. 

so you were incredibly relieved when seoyeon agreed to having that conversation with yonghee instead of you. she took a really big weight off your shoulders with that, and you couldn’t possibly comprehend how much you appreciated her for that. 

you heard the door open, snapping you out of your thoughts, and suddenly, the stress came back. but it seemed to die down immediately the moment you saw yonghee, his gaze soft and caring, just like it usually was. 

he immediately came up to you, closing you in a tight hug, one that you definitely needed at that moment. 

‘i’m sorry, honey.’ he said, resting his face on the crook of your neck. ‘for everything i said yesterday. for not taking time to think everything through. for gushing out on you like that. fuck- i’m so sorry.’

you smiled at him, your hand resting on top of his head, slowly stroking his head.

‘it’s okay, really’ you said, your hand continuing the movement. ‘it’s partially my fault for not telling you about the whole situation. i was’ you stopped for a second, taking a deep breath. ‘i was just scared you wouldn't believe me if i actually told you.’

‘please don’t feel that way, ever again’ he said, his eyes locking with yours. ‘and don’t think it’s your fault, y/n. it was me who’s in the wrong for gushing out on you this way, and i shouldn’t have done this. i’m here to support you, right? help you through every situation. after all, your problems are my problems too, you know?’

‘i’ll keep that in mind.’ you mumbled under your breath, just enough for yonghee to hear. he simled lightly, planting a quick kiss on your forehead. 

‘sorry to interrupt your moment’ seoyeon said, walking out of the kitchen with her phone in her hand ‘but are you guys staying for dinner? i planned on ordering pizza today, and there’s a discount if you buy more than one.’

you looked at eachother, laughing silently.

‘i’ll pay for it.’ yonghee said, his words sounding more like a fact than a suggestion. ‘it’s the least i can do for now.’

‘sounds good to me.’ seoyeon said, heading back into the kitchen ‘but don’t think you’ll buy yourself into my graces this way. i’ll have my eye on you!’

yonghee laughed at your friend’s remark, looking over to you.

‘don’t worry about that. i’ll prove to you i’m worthy of dating your best friend.’

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[restlesswritings]

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

[blossominghunnie]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smau + written

Summary: Hyunsuk thinks you couldn’t see him on his birthday, the truth is you’re organizing him a surprise party.

Warning: None

Notes: I finally wrote my bub an imagine. 🤭❤️ Happy b-day to the loml. ❤️

The timer of the oven went off, Y/n put her phone on the kitchen counter and grabbed a towel to take the two molds out.

She stacked them and started decorating. She wrote a ‘Happy Birthday, bubs 🤍’ on the center.

Y/n wasn't a professional baker but liked baking certain pastries since she was a teen. It was a hobby she enjoyed.

When she finished, she placed it carefully on a white box that had a ribbon. She took her bag, phone and car keys and walked out of the door, making sure to lock her apartment.

Then entered the elevator that went to the underground parking lot.

She opened the trunk and put the cake inside.

After that she entered the car, and put her bag on the passengers seat. Y/n connected her phone to the Bluetooth, and Sunshower by Epex started playing.

With that, she began her journey towards her boyfriend's dorm which was only 10 minutes away.

He certainly was gonna be surprised, because the last thing he knew was that she had a huge project she had to submit the next day and that was why she couldn't hang out.

Once she arrived, she parked right in front of the building. She took all of her things and entered the place.

She hopped on the elevator and went up to the 4th floor.

The doors opened and she bounced towards the familiar door. She knocked and a smiley Seunghun opened it.

“Y/n! You’re just on time.” He let her in and took the box.

“Thanks. I’m glad, I thought I was going to be late because of the cake. It took me longer to decorate it than I anticipated.” She set her bag on the couch. “Hi, Gon.” The girl greeted the older as soon as she saw him coming out of the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/nnie.” He smiled at her. “Baejin just told me they’ll be here in 20 minutes.”

“Okaay. Do you guys need help with anything?”

“Not really. We just finished decorating and the food is almost ready.”

“Oh, okay.”

The three of them sat on the living room coach and conversed for a while until Byounggon’s phone dinged.

“They’re on the elevator.”

“I’ll go hide. Don’t snitch on me.” She giggled and pointed playfully at them. Both of her friends laughed and nodded.

She ran to the nearest closet and closed the door just in time for the principal door to open.

“Happy birthday, Hyunsukie!” She heard the boys yell.

“Thanks, guys! What’s all of this?”

“Just as a small surprise party for our sweet maknae.” Gon responded.

“Okaaay.” Hyunsuk thought there was something going on since the leader sounded a little bit nervous and sweeter than usual but brushed it off.

“Come sit, we made your favorite.” Seunghun sounded like a mother, which, honestly, was so cute.

Y/n heard footsteps leaving the area she was in. As she heard chairs being dragged, she thought it was time to come out.

She tiptoed her way towards her boyfriend. Four out of five guys knew of her presence and were trying so hard not to laugh or being suspicious.

She put her hands over his eyes making him smile.

“Hyung, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed.

“It’s not me, Sukie.” Yonghee giggled.

“Oh. Is it…” He touched her hands. “Y/n?” He sounded confused.

“Maaaybe.”

He turned around and when he saw her his face lit up.

“Sweetie!” He got up and hugged her tightly.

“Hi baby, happy birthday.” She had a fond look on her face.

“Thank you, love.” He still held her. “W-what are you doing here? I thought you had that very important project for tomorrow.”

“There was never a project, bubs. I needed time to make your gift” She didn’t reveal what it was. “And did you really think I wasn’t going to be with you on your birthday?”

“I thought it was weird since we always celebrate it together but understood that you were busy.”

“Oh my god, you’re so precious.” He giggled and turned red. Y/n hugged him tighter.

“I have go get your gift but I don’t want to let you go.” The girl spoke as she looked into his eyes with a pout.

“We can cuddle afterwards, love.”

“Okay, I accept.” They laughed softly.

Hyunsuk stopped holding her and she walked to the kitchen and took the cake out of the fridge.

She looked for candles and a lighter. She placed them on the top and lit them.

She returned to the dinning room with the dessert on her hands, a huge smile on her face. And placed it in front of her boyfriend.

They all sang Happy Birthday to the birthday boy while he thought how lucky he was to have that group of people in his life.

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[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.

Masterlist

[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.

[minghaoyoudoin]

Beach

pairing: boyfriend!idol!yonghee x non-idol!fem!reader

genre: sickening fluff, smut (minors gtfo)

words: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!yonghee, fem-bodied!reader, mentions of yonghee working too hard, mentions of water and the ocean, yonghee abs hehe (the yabs, if you will), body worship, slight marking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), semi-public oral sex, cum eating (sorta?), basically they're in love and we're all sad about it lol

requested: why yes indeed

a/n: my beautiful @shwazzberryswriting, this one is for you! sorry it took so long, life has been stinky recently lol. I hope you all enjoy this, I'm down bad for cix and I! fucking! love! them! keep an eye out for more yonghee, I've got a big one in the works 😈🖤

“Seriously, why did I let you convince me to do this?”

You giggled at the distress in Yonghee’s voice as waves soaked his pants up to his knees. His fingers gripped yours hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t mind. You held his hands with equal strength as you walked backwards through the surf, appreciating the warm sunlight on your face.

“You know you would much rather be here than in a meeting right now.” You replied to his rhetorical question. You savored the mild breeze that stirred the roots of your hair, coming in from the sea.

Yonghee grumbled something unintelligible at this, but you knew he agreed with you. His meeting at the company was important, but you’d managed to wrangle the other boys into covering for him so you could take your boyfriend to the beach. He worked so hard all the time, you knew the stress had to be getting to him—surely the company would survive with Yonghee gone for an afternoon.

“I should have just taken my pants off,” he lamented when rogue waves once again splashed up his legs.

“No one would complain about that.”

Yonghee rolled his eyes and you grinned. “Yeah, yeah. I swear you only want me for my body.”

You pretended to be offended and he laughed at the expression on your face. You rotated so you were facing the same direction as Yonghee, touching only at your hand still dwarfed in his. He smiled softly down at you, his eyes sparkling in the midday sun.

Your heart squeezed. Yonghee could joke all he wanted about you lusting after him, but nothing could describe the genuine affection you held for the boy. Since the beginning of your relationship last November, it was like your entire center of gravity had shifted.

He was unbearably sweet and considerate, probably the kindest human being you’d ever met. You still had trouble conceptualizing that he was yours, as you were his.

And in truth, though you joked about wanting Yonghee, nothing had happened between the two of you yet. You were content to take it slow if that was what he wished, though you had started wondering in recent weeks if his outlook on the matter was changing. His absentminded touches across your hair or back had turned lingering, and sometimes you caught him staring at you a little too long.

Your attention was drawn from your thoughts when Yonghee’s hand tightened on yours. You glanced up at him and your cheeks heated when you found him already looking at you. He smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“What was that for?” You scrunched your nose.

“Sometimes I wonder where you go in that little head of yours.” Yonghee released your linked hands so he could throw his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. “What were you thinking about?”

Your cheeks were painfully hot now. “Nothing, nothing. Just glad I’m here with you.”

Yonghee scoffed softly but didn’t call you on your half-lie. He just walked with you through the surf, stopping only to roll his pants all the way above his knees. You braced your hands on his shoulders as he repeated the action for you. His fingertips trailed over your bare calves, raising chills.

You thought you both looked a little ridiculous with your pants rolled up so high, but Yonghee looked so content to be in the waves without getting them wet that you didn’t mention it. This was why you had chosen to bring him here, after all. He had access to basically everywhere, but how often did he have time to just be outside? No schedule, no cameras, just him.

He gazed out at the ocean as you watched him. You had the insane urge to poke the sweet mole beneath his eye with your finger. Or maybe the tip of your tongue.

Jeez, cool it. You silently chastised yourself, accidentally making your cheeks warm again.

You watched the idea slowly forming on Yonghee’s face long before he actually did anything. His eyes narrowed, just barely, as he watched the surf bubbling around your feet. His bottom lip jutted out in a subtle pout, then the corners curled upwards in a secret smile.

You had just opened your mouth to say something when he sprung away from you without warning. The world slowed as Yonghee kicked the wave washing up onto the beach. The spray soaked your front and you screeched in surprise.

He stood there for a moment, just watching with wide eyes as laughter bubbled from your chest. You looked down at your soaked front. Your faded jeans were darkened to navy, your white shirt nearly see-through.

“Oh, you…” identical grins formed on both of your faces as you each dared the other to move first. “You are dead meat, pretty boy.”

Yonghee released a sound that could only be described as pure, unbridled joy as he turned and ran. You sprinted after him, still shin-deep in the surf. He laughed breathlessly, looking back at you over his shoulder every couple seconds.

God, he was fast. Stupid, ridiculous long legs.

He stooped and used both arms to splash water in your direction. You couldn’t be bothered to stop running to avoid it—you wouldn’t have been able to check your speed anyway. So you ran through the cascade of saltwater he sent flying at you, cackling as you ran around him.

Yonghee was up and following you in a second. And you realized immediately that this had been a mistake.

Because the very fast, stupidly long-legged boy was now chasing you.

You screeched, adrenaline bursting inside you as Yonghee easily caught up with you. His arms wound tightly around your waist, half-lifting you out of the water as you kicked the air.

Your flailing feet managed to meet the water again, showering you both in the spray. Yonghee released you at last and you turned to face him.

You were both drenched, crusted in drying salt and sand alike. His hair hung into his eyes, water dripping onto his cheeks as he grinned down at you.

He took a wet strand of your hair between his fingers and laughed. “You’re soaked.”

“Whose fault is that?” You playfully shoved his chest and tried not to think about the lean muscle you felt beneath your palms.

Yonghee caught your wrists in his hands and held them against him. You raised onto your tip-toes so he could press a soft kiss to your mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and the sea, and even if you would taste it for the rest of your life, you would never be able to get enough.

He allowed you to teasingly push him away this time. You bunched his wet shirt in your hands and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“We can’t send you back to the company looking like this, you know.”

He peered down at himself, using the opportunity to shake his wet hair in your face. He raised his head and looked up and down the beach. Other than the two of you, it was deserted.

Yonghee stepped away and walked a little ways uphill, out of the reach of the waves. And then, your sweet boyfriend did the unthinkable.

He grasped the hem of his shirt and shucked it off with a muted slurp.

You stared in stunned silence, more than aware that your jaw was hanging open. His back was leanly-muscled and tan, scattered with occasional moles that matched the one beneath his eye. Beautiful didn’t dare do him justice.

Yonghee turned and the smile on his face faded a bit upon seeing your expression. “What happened?” He asked, his voice colored with concern.

You pieced your sanity back together long enough to answer. “Uh, you… took your shirt… off.”

You were a genius for that one, truly.

He turned to face you fully and your stomach clenched. Yonghee was far more toned than you expected, regardless that you already knew he was a dancer. Of course he was fit. Though the breeze was balmy at worst, there were faint chills covering Yonghee’s skin beneath your gaze, his nipples peaked like he was cold.

“Your turn.”

That snapped you out of your trance. “Huh?”

Yonghee gave you his usual sweet smile, but there was a glint in his eyes that you had only seen a few times before. Namely, the instances you’d caught him staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

“We can lay them out on the sand to dry.” He explained. “If you dragged me all the way out here, we might as well stay to enjoy the sun.”

You rolled your eyes. Despite the fact that his idea was a good one for logical reasons, your tummy was now painfully warm.

As he had, you grasped the hem of your shirt and quickly tugged it off before you could change your mind. You were left only in your white bra, a simple number with a tiny bow between your breasts, but Yonghee’s eyes widened.

He swallowed thickly. Wordlessly, he took your wet shirt and laid it out beside his on the sand. You stood awkwardly, a little unsure what to do with yourself, and resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest.

Yonghee approached again until there was less than a foot between your bare skin and his. “Are you… okay?” He breathed, his voice strained.

“Yes.”

You watched his expression as his eyes drifted away from your face. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, his hand lifted so his fingertips could drift over your stomach. Warmth pooled in your core at the sensation, his touch feather-light and still a little wet with seawater.

His fingers trailed higher, leaving chills in their wake, until he toyed with the bow between your breasts.

“Yonghee?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

Yonghee’s eyes snapped up to your face again. Some of the tension in his shoulders relaxed a bit when he saw your smile, but the hand which had been timidly exploring fell to his side.

“Sorry.” He breathed. “You’re just… stunning.”

Fondness swelled in your heart. Would this feeling ever go away? You hoped it wouldn’t—this raw happiness that only Yonghee seemed to be able to draw out of you.

You raised both your hands, questioning with your eyes. Yonghee nodded once. His breath caught lightly when your palms flattened against his toned stomach, your fingers gently curling around his waist.

His skin was warm beneath your hands. Your tryst in the sea had left you a little chilly, despite the midday sun, and you instinctively leaned into his heat as you sought more of it.

Yonghee’s hand raised to cradle your jaw. You hardly dared to breathe as he leaned in, his lips slotting against yours with heartbreaking softness.

The kiss felt like coming home. You sighed deeply and rested your forearms on his broad shoulders, allowing your fingers to tangle into his damp hair. Yonghee’s tongue gently prodded your bottom lip, testing, tasting, as his arms wound tighter around your waist.

Warmth blossomed in your core at the sensation of his bare skin against yours. It was intoxicating, that feeling—it was the first time you had done something like this with him but you already never wanted it to end.

A soft mix of a moan and sigh left your lips when Yonghee’s hands drifted hesitantly lower, stopping when they rested on your ass. He kneaded your pillowy skin gently and your knees instantly began to shake.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this unhurried exploration of each other. You needed him more than you’d ever needed anything in your entire life.

Yonghee, apparently, agreed. His mouth moved against yours with increasing urgency, his arms squeezing you so tightly to his body that it took your breath away. Not that you minded, considering you were behaving much in the same way.

You whimpered at the hard length you felt pressed against your stomach. You were pleased to know that you affected him as deeply as he did you, if that were even possible. Yonghee groaned when you rolled your hips against him in an attempt to provide some friction.

“Please, please,” he murmured as he held your cheeks between both his palms, “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you—” Yonghee left a trail of wet kisses down your throat to the curves of your breasts. You scratched his scalp with your nails, breathing heavily each time his lips left a mark.

“Have me, then.” Your reply was breathless, and Yonghee wasted no time obeying.

He laid you gently on top of your damp t-shirts, still drying on the sand. Your thighs instantly parted to accommodate him as he slotted himself between them, his mouth still roving across your collarbones.

You squeezed your eyes shut as he worked his way lazily down your body, pausing to dote on every inch of your skin within his reach. His long fingers pressed hard into your hipbones like he was trying to ground himself.

You gasped when his fingertips ghosted over your pants, slowly unrolling each leg of fabric at a pace that drove you wild. When he was finally done, he hesitated again, his face hovering mere inches above your pelvis.

He planted a soft kiss over the button. “Can we take these off?”

Your cheeks heated as you nodded hurriedly. Yonghee easily undid the button and slid your pants down your legs, trailing his tongue down your leg as he went. The instinct to cover yourself was enormous.

He hadn’t even removed your panties, but the expression on his face set your body tingling as he stared at your dripping center. Like it was an instinct, he dragged the tip of his finger over the cotton and smiled when your body jolted.

Yonghee kissed your inner thigh, then the other, before his lips brushed your clothed clit. You couldn’t help the airy moan that escaped your throat. You were already so sensitive—you were wet to the point of discomfort, the warmth between your legs aching to be soothed.

He pushed your panties to the side so his fingers could tease your entrance. You could feel his eyes on your face every second as they experimentally pushed in. Your arousal made the movement easy and you tensed when his fingertips nudged your swollen g-spot.

“Like that?” He whispered, his words followed by another kiss to your clit. The sound of his voice, low and breathless, made you clench around his fingers.

“Yes, Yonghee, god, just like that…” you panted. He thrusted his fingers in again, this time setting a rhythm that had you writhing. His lips sealed around your clit, gently sucking while his tongue moved in delicate circles around it.

You unintentionally tugged at the roots of his hair and Yonghee groaned against you. You weren’t expecting the vibrations, nor how incredible they felt as they ricocheted through your stomach.

His pace didn’t falter once. Yonghee continued to moan onto your clit, the lewd sounds broken by his muttered praises about being good for him or taking him so well. You felt your orgasm steadily ratcheting higher inside you, your walls repeatedly fluttering around his fingers.

“Please, cum on my tongue. Want to taste you so bad—” Yonghee’s dirty words were by far the filthiest you’d ever heard come out of his mouth. They set off fireworks in your blood, your skin impossibly warm and sensitive as he drove you closer to your high.

“Shit, I’m—I’m—” You couldn’t even manage to get a full sentence out.

Yonghee nodded eagerly, the movement only causing his tongue to move more firmly against you. He added a third finger, scissoring you open as his middle finger continuously thrusted against your g-spot.

You came with such intensity that your entire body locked under the weight of it. Your toes curled and eyes screwed shut, your mouth parted in a perfect o. Your hips jolted against Yonghee’s lips as he languidly licked you through it, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could.

When you at last couldn’t take any more, you gently pushed him away by his shoulders. Yonghee gazed up at you beneath his lashes, his eyes glazed and a little unfocused as he smiled. His lips and chin shone with you, a sight which instantly made you desperate for him again.

“Let’s go home.” You rasped, your voice rough.

Yonghee raised an eyebrow, his lust-glossed eyes clearing a bit in his confusion. “Why?”

You unceremoniously stood, carefully disentangling him from your legs as you went. You were more than a little grateful that no unsuspecting passerby had discovered you in the past ten minutes.

It wasn’t until you had cleaned yourself from his face with your shirt and re-clothed yourselves that you answered.

“Because I want you to fuck me. And when that happens, I do not want sand involved.”

And surely you had never seen anyone move faster than Yonghee as he hauled you back in the direction of the car.

You’d have to convince him to ditch the company more often.

thank you for reading, party animals! please like or reblog if you enjoyed it and STAN CIX!!!

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© minghaoyoudoin 2022 - all rights reserved. reposts/translations not allowed. I do not assume to know the personal lives of the idol(s) depicted in this fic, this is for entertainment purposes only!

[cixthotshit]

Butterflies

Pairing: Yonghee x Femme Reader

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol Yonghee/University AU, Fluff

Summary: Tutoring sessions were for solving math problems, but with Kim Yonghee so close and patient, the fluttery feelings inside can't be ignored anymore...

Word count: 2.9k

Rating/Warnings: Mature/Not Beta Read, Sexual Themes: Kissing, Dry Humping, Body Touches, Sex Talk

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note: This was a request and THANK YOU SO MUCH Nonny!!!! I never thought anyone would send in a request! I'm so sorry it took me so long to fulfill your request. Personal life has been a lot T_T I'm not completely back from my hiatus, but I wanted to post this fic as a celebrations of sorts for FIX Day. IDK if I'll be around here for that.

I'm sorry for any mistakes or messing up OP's fantasy!

    The air vent whirred loudly. She wiped the fridge door handle one more time, eyes glancing around the floor.

    The tutoring session didn’t start until 6:00 PM but Yonghee always showed up five minutes early. Coat closet door squeaking as she threw the broom inside the dusty space.

    The doorbell rang loudly. Chipped polish from the tips of her nails snagged at the loose tendrils she brushed behind her ears. Dragging her feet, she scanned for any messes she might have missed.

    She made a vow to clean up after herself more routinely - instead of letting small messes clutter up until she had to worry about another human being seeing how she lived. Especially someone perfect. Smart. Put-together.

    Yonghee.

    Giving herself a few moments to catch her breath, adjusting the fit of her blouse as she stood beside the front door. Maybe it was too tight at the neck? Chest? She certainly wasn’t perfect.

    Far from.

    He was her tutor, helping her with her math homework, she couldn’t mess around with the idea of flirting with him. What she was concerned about wasn’t looking attractive to him. But she still had to present herself well. She couldn’t have her tutor thinking she was lazy.

    Her chest felt bubbly, like she could float into the air when she opened the door. Hands in his trousers pockets, blazer unbuttoned, and red tie impeccably in place against his creaseless white button-up, Yonghee looked more like her professor than her classmate. His round black framed glasses gave off an otherworldly maturity as he nodded to her in greeting.

    She could barely say more than a couple words to him as she let him in. His sparkling brown eyes lit up, jawline sharp as he smiled. Pearly white teeth shining, his high cheekbones heightening his handsome features. Almost lost in his beauty, she looked away.

    “Are you thirsty?” She walked over to her small white refrigerator in her tiny kitchen. “I have water or apple juice. Or beer?”

    “Water is fine, thanks.” His handling was careful as he set his shoes aside. Her body felt the familiar heat tingle up her stomach as Yonghee stood beside her, their shoulders touching as he washed his hands alongside her. “This soap smells good. Did you buy a new brand?”

    “You notice things like that?” Her head ached as hot blood rushed up to her head, neck and cheeks burning. He’d licked his lips as he smiled, eyes downcast.

    “You buy very good smelling soaps. I like this new scent too.”

    Her blouse felt heavy as the sensation of the silky fabric brushed against her skin. She turned away, hands grasping the paper towels from the rack that sat beside her glass kettle. The heat of his body created goosebumps up her back as he grabbed his own paper towel, reaching around her.

    She walked away from their close space together, getting two bottles of water out of her fridge. Watching him fold his damp paper towel before setting it down on the counter for reuse. He’d apologized profusely the first handful of times he kept throwing them into the trash after one use.

    “How did your Geometry test go?” He sat to her left at the kitchen table. Her back faced the front door and living room.

    Opening her Geometry book, she pulled out the five page quiz she took three days before. There were giant red marks all over the front page. A high, sweet whistle rang as he held her quiz up toward the lamp that sat behind him.

    “73% is a lot better than 59%.” Body feeling like it was a hot summer day, her blouse was heavy against the tops of her breasts. “I know I could have done better. I keep confusing congruent and similar triangles.”

    “That’s a great improvement.” His long fingers ran along the edge of the paper as he set it down. Her cheeks were ready to burst - like cherry tomatoes - his smile was sweet, eyes locking with hers. “Should we go over the questions you got wrong?”

    Tucking her left foot under her right leg, she leaned over as Yonghee picked up his black mechanical pencil. His thumb circled the eraser at the bottom end a couple times before clicking down to push out the lead tip. Dark tendrils fell over his forehead, head tilted down at the quiz.

    “Problem 4-” his pencil tapped against paper “-you forgot about the length of the third side. Despite being correct with the equal sides, that was the error.”

    Stomach aching, like something was growing inside. Up her chest.

    “I was so excited that I had written the equation down right, I can’t believe I forgot such a small thing.”

    “Hey, it’s OK.” His hand was over hers. The tone in his voice had gotten even softer. Like  a soft gust of wind. “Going over your mistakes is a good exercise. How else will you improve? A lot of people forget about the third side all the time.”

    The pink shade of his lips were the same shade as the panties she wore, making her stomach tingle like butterflies had been unleashed inside of her. His smile always made his eyes sparkle, even though the light of the lamp was behind him.

    Faking a cough, she freed her hand from his warm hold. Threw it over her mouth to look away. Hoping the sudden rush of butterflies inside would disappear. Wings thrashing against her chest and heart.

    “I should write this down.” She pulled out her stack of yellow Post-It notes, clicking the end of her pen against the table with her free hand. Deep breath, hoping the butterflies would settle down.

    For a while, they worked methodically together. He’d glance at the problem she got wrong, tell her where her mistake was, and she’d write down notes. The Post-It notes were placed inside her spiral notebook, each note having had Yonghee’s thick index finger gliding over it to make sure they remained adhered to her notebook.

    Her eyes were strained. Mind unable to track how long they’d been working. The mole she marveled so much at the corner of his eye came into view as he tilted his head down, capturing her gaze. Pretty inkspot on his creamy skin.

    “Are you tired? Should we do a stretch break?”

    He pushed his chest into the air as he brought up his arms, stretching them over his shoulders, flexing his elbows before throwing his fists up into the air over his head. Butterflies tickling her belly as his broad shoulders cracked. He’d pulled his blazer off. Shoulders looking so broad in his bleach white shirt.

    “Did you want coffee or tea?”

    “No. It’s too late for caffeine.”

    Tilting her head from side to side, she looked away from Yonghee’s gaze, eyes focusing on problem 36, one of the last problems she’d gotten wrong. Tension in her shoulders and neck loosened as the familiar cracking of her joints made noise when she rolled her shoulders back. Heat hit her cheeks as she locked eyes with Yonghee again.

    “Nice.” He smiled, eyes crinkling up. His handsome features brightened into sweet affection. “I knew we needed a stretch break.”

    “I don’t know why I’m so tense.”

    It was because Yonghee was beside her, smiling his innocently perfect smile, smelling like fresh linen and dew. Looking sexier than every before with loose tendrils falling over his eyes. Her chest shook deep inside, the million of butterflies rushing round and round her heart.

    His eyes moved down to the quiz that sat between their arms. She saw his lips moving but all she heard were noises, her mind unable to turn them into cohesive words. After a deep breath, her mind connected the noises with words.

    Settle down, butterflies. Please, settle down.

    “-in relation to the rectangle, not the triangles within it.”

    “Oh, I see.” She licked her lips, nervous. She’d taken nothing in. If she asked him to explain again, he’d know she hadn’t been paying attention. Worst tutor student ever. “Thank you, Yonghee. You’re so sweet. Coming here and teaching me so late. I probably waste so much of your time being so slow learning Geometry. As you know, I’ve never been good at math.”

    Mortified that she was babbling, she shifted her eyes down as his tongue licked his lips. They remained fixed on her blank Post-It notes as she thought of the pink dots she’d noticed flush up his cheeks. Her face was hot and her blouse felt heavy against her chest again.

    The sensation of hot blood rushing up her head finally dissipated. The insides of her ears stopped hearing loud ocean waves crash around as she realized the room had been silent for much longer than a minute.

    Yonghee had gone silent. The blurry corners of her limited vision were still, like he’d stopped moving too.

    “Yonghee?”

    “You will never waste my time. Every moment with you is special. No one cares for me like you do. I wish I could show you how much I want to care for you too. This tutoring is nothing.”

    She finally set her pen down and tilted her head up. His eyes were darting back and forth gently, studying her face. As she felt a hand on her neck, she touched his neck too. His face was coming in closer. His eyes were closing, so she did the same. His lips warmed hers.

    Her mind spun as the scent of his cologne filled her nose, infiltrating her mouth. Down her throat.

    She wanted more as his tongue wet her lips. Humming gently before she pushed her own tongue against his. His large, soft thumb caressed her jawline. Glided down the side of her neck.

    Fingers grabbing the collar of his shirt, she inhaled as she let him shove his tongue roughly into her mouth, moaning softly. Cool air touched her slickened lips as he broke their kiss.

    Her fingers slipped down his arm as he pulled away, one hand touching her chin. She wanted to blurt out how much she’d been wanting to kiss him, but she felt tears welling up in her eyes. If she did anything, she might cry.

    She shut her eyes, his lips over hers. The familiar musk and taste of sugary candy filled her senses. Hot tears pricked her eyelashes. Hands against his chest, she pushed him away, breathing heavily through her mouth.

    Eyes wide, he mirrored her breathing as she stood. Grabbing his hands, she tugged, hoping he would stand up. Tongue licking his lips, he grinned as he stood, hands shooting to her hips as he stood.

    “Oof!”

    Her mind blanked. She lost sense of gravity - air leaving her lungs.

    A moment passed as she realized her back had hit the wall, Yonghee’s sturdy body pressed against hers. Her mouth ajar, she inhaled dramatically, hands planted against his chest.

    “Are you OK?” His eyes were soft, fingers caressing her cheek, tilting her head up to look him in the eyes. Nodding, she pressed her lips together. “Can I kiss you again?”

    “Yes.”

    His thumb brushed over her lips, making heat surge down her chest to her stomach. Eyes shut. Knees weak. Yonghee’s hips pressing against hers.

    Biting her bottom lip, she bunched the fabric of his shirt into her fists. Their lips met again, his sweet kisses consuming her.

    Wrapping her arms around his neck her finger raked through his soft tendrils. His tongue flicked against her lips with every kiss. She teased him; parting her lips the slightest bit with every tug from him. His gentle hum against her lips as he paused to press their lips together shook her sinuses, reverberating down her spine.

    His lips on her neck, she bucked up against him. Breathing in deeply through her mouth. Knuckle lodged between her teeth, she bit down as her hold around him tightened, stifling a moan. His fingers massaged her flesh as they explored her back and hips.

    When his fingers caressed the inside of her thigh, heat surged up her insides, making the heat between her legs noticeably warmer. She released him, hands back to his chest. Her whole body filled up with butterflies, her mind spinning with jumbled thoughts. As much as she wanted more, she firmly pushed against his chest, making him break their kisses.

    “Have you had dinner?” Her fingers brushed the loose hairs away from his forehead.

    “I’m not very hungry right now.” His stomach grumbled loudly between them as it shook against her front.

    “Let’s order something.” She laughed as the apples of his cheeks flushed pink. “You need to eat.”

    She sat down on the couch with her legs crossed in front of her, feet tucked underneath as she scrolled through her phone.

    The local fish and rice restaurant sold a tofu and bamboo soup she enjoyed, and they also sold a boiled chicken and rice dish that was quite popular. With one arm around her waist, body resting against hers, he held her close. She was seated in the sun with him.

    Her focus was barely hanging on by a thread as he cooed gentle affirmations into her ear, finger continually brushing her loose baby hairs away from her face.

    “We don’t need to order rice. I have some.”

    His lips warmed the pulse on her neck. A gentle “Mmm-hmm” vibrated against the front of her throat. She moaned, his tongue flicking her skin.

    “I-I-I like boiled chicken. Do you want me to order some?”

    “Yes.” His nose nuzzled against the back of her ear. His deep inhale sent shivers down her spine. “You smell like lavender and peony, so sweet. So warm.”

    His fingertips’ strokes against her skin sent heat rushing down her neck. By the time she finalized the order, his lips were back on her neck, sending goosebumps down her chest and back.

    “Yonghee.”

    His lips were over hers. She grabbed his tresses to direct him into a better kiss. Her arms tightened around his neck as his arms parted her legs, settling himself between them.

    She gasped against his lips as she felt the heat of his cock against her clothed center, the weight of his hips creating a heavy upwards friction that pushed against her labia.

    “That feels so good,” she breathed against his lips, nails digging into the flesh of his neck.

    “I don’t want to rush it,” he said softly.

    “Liar!” She laughed as she pushed against his chest.

    His eyes were heavily hooded as he planted his hands on her hips. Bucked his hips against her again, harder and faster.

    She cried out, feeling her chest ache, gasping for air. Arms hooking under his armpits, she clung onto his shoulders as she thrust against his motions.

    The friction sent waves of fiery heat deep into her core. Her insides were hot and wet. Sweat and arousal making her whole body tingle.

    “Do you want to do more than this?” He quickened his thrusting, hands grabbing her wrists as she loosened her grip on him. She arched her back, hips no longer able to keep up with Yonghee. Her mind was filled with the pleasure of his cock throbbing and rubbing against her wet heat. “You’re so beautiful. So warm. Do you want more?”

    “I-I-I can’t!” He stopped, breathing heavily as he held her arms down beside her shoulders. As he opened his mouth, she cut him off. “Th-this isn’t my first time, but I’m shy. I’m not just a girl you can sleep with.”

    “I wouldn’t just sleep with you.”

    “I’m not a naive girl, you know. I know a lot of guys say that.”

    He got off of her, holding his hands out as he offered to help her sit up. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she watched him sit back in his seat, giving room between them.

    “Don’t be silly.” She moved to wrap her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest. “What plans do you have tomorrow?”

    “I have an exam in my morning class, and then I’m free to study for the rest of the day.” One arm wrapped around her body as his free hand touched her chin, making her look up at him. “Will you join me for lunch? I want to spend time with you outside of our tutoring lessons.”

    “What did you have in mind?” Her shoulders felt tense as heat rushed up her stomach to her chest.

    “There’s a sushi place nearby here that sells melon shaved ice too.”

    “That sounds nice. And afterwards, why don’t we come back here and do some more math?”

    “You want to study?” His voice raised a few notes, making her laugh as she sat up to look at him.

    “Add in you and me,” she began slowly, hand touching the front of his shirt, fingernail tapping against the top button of his shirt, “subtract our clothes, divide the energy it takes for you and me to have a good time-”

    “-I get it, I get it.” His nose nuzzled against her cheek as his lips warmed her neck. “I’ll buy condoms and chocolates and…lube?”

    “So romantic, Yonghee, you’re so calculated.”

    “You’re not as good at puns as you think.”

    “Coming from a math wiz, that doesn’t add up to much.”

    She laughed into his lips as his hands were back at her wrists, his body pushing her to lie down onto the couch.

    Body consumed with butterflies, she held onto him tight. Yonghee spun her world upside down, but he held her safe, hands holding hers tight, lips sucking her earlobe. A sweet sigh escaped her lips.

    “Thank you for this tutoring session, Yonghee.”

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Thank you for reading!!!

Love, CC ♣︎

[qiankunslove]

some cix smut, or a slight nsfw recommendation please :=(

[leejeongz]

I don't know if you're still active or...but can you please do cix reaction to s/o always asks for permission to kiss them even tho they been dating for 2-3 months thank you💕 I really enjoyed your writings❤️

cix reaction to you asking for permission to kiss them

pairing: boyf!cix x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of consent (positively!), mentions of food (bx)

a/n: thank you so much! i really appreciate your compliment 🥺🫶🏼

bx ･:，｡★ﾟ

waiting in line for your ice cream, byounggon noticed you getting a little nervous.

“i’ll order for you, tell me what you want,” he reassured.

“really? thank you! can i have strawberry, with strawberry sauce and lots of multicoloured sprinkles, please?” you asked excitedly as he nodded, rehearsing your order in his head. “can i also maybe,” you started to get shyer as your sentence went on, capturing you boyfriend’s attention once again, “give you a kiss? just a little peck, or more, only if it’s okay.”

he smiled, his bottom lip protruding a little involuntarily at your cuteness. his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you in closer, looking down at you and giggling.

“of course you can, baby, you don’t have to ask.”

he leaned in towards you as you thanked him under your breath. his free hand came up to cup your face, stroking his thumb gently over your ear as your lips met, a safe and familiar feeling for the both of you.

other members below the cut

seunghun ･:，｡★ﾟ

you sneezed violently into the tissue that your boyfriend had handed to you merely seconds before.

��that was impressive, y/n,” seunghun laughed, extending the trash can towards you as you wiped your nose. “hay fever got you bad this year?”

you shook your head “this is mild,” you started to feel another sneeze coming on, but it soon passed. “sometimes, my eyes swell up so much that i can’t even see.” he stroked your hair as you spoke, only able to imagine how horrible it must feel. you wiped your watery eyes with a clean tissue and began to speak once again “but since it’s not contagious… can i have a kiss? pleaseeeee?” you begged, feeling sorry for yourself.

seunghun’s elbow propped him up on the bed next to you, his other hand tickling at your torso. “i appreciate you asking,” he smiled, before leaning down and pressing a light kiss to your plump lips “but next time, you can just dramatically pull me in and kiss me, got it?”

jinyoung ･:，｡★ﾟ

peeling the face mask off your face, jinyoung paused, “you know, you’re naturally really really pretty.”

you blushed, smiling shyly but trying to hide it because you knew he’d tease you for it. “you’ve never noticed that before?” you ask, feigning an eye roll.

“every day,” he continued to peel the sheet mask and eventually dropped it into the bin, “but i feel like i don’t tell you enough.”

“jinyoung, can i kiss you?” you asked another question, this one taking him by surprise.

he leaned in, answering with actions, placing his lips on your own and whispering something inaudible. you puckered as his lips gently moved against yours and, only a few milliseconds later, he did the same.

“just do it next time, silly,” jinyoung smirked, his thumb stroking over your hand as you pulled away from the kiss.

yonghee ･:，｡★ﾟ

you took the cuddly octopus in your arms, squeezing it tightly and smiling with pure joy. “thank you so much, i love it!”

yonghee patted your head “it’s adorable, just like you.”

you looked up to your boyfriend, flashing him a beaming smile “yonghee, i could kiss you right now!”

he smiled back at you, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the thought of you initiating a kiss.

“can i?” you added and he nodded his head. you got onto your tiptoes and pressed a delicate, yet meaningful peck to his lips, shortly followed by another.

“i should do that more often, look how shy you’ve become, so cute!” you pointed to the pink cuddly toy in your arms to mimic the colour of his cheeks.

“please do. and next time, you don’t have to ask, that will make me more flustered i think.”

hyunsuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

“i missed you!” you hooked your hand over hyunsuk’s shoulder as best you could considering the height difference, walking along the rocky path leading to the lake, the prettiest date you could have ever imagined.

“it’s only been two days… but i missed you too.” he giggled, awkwardly reaching out for your hand which obviously wasn’t there.

you pulled at his shoulder slightly, gently so that he wouldn’t get hurt but still enough to turn him to face you as you continued to walk.

“can i give you a kiss? i’ve just miss you soooo much,” you asked, a radiant smile beaming across your face as hyunsuk reciprocated.

hyunsuk veered you both to the grassy part next to the path, your hand fell perfectly into his as you stood to your tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

“do you think you could kiss me more often?” hyunsuk asked, whispering so that no passerby could hear his question.

“sure!”

[kyufessions]

Losers

context: best friend! hyunsuk has had a developing crush on best friend! g.n. reader for quite some time, but terrified of confessing to them (featuring close friends! cix)

word count: 2.0k

warnings: fluff, just both clueless, making out at one point, some arguing but not too descriptive so i guess a tad bit of angst ?

a/n: clueless love struck hyunsuk </3 so cute ! i am in no way saying this is how any of them would act in the situation with reader x jinyoung (especially jinyoung), this is all fiction and in no way real.

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everyone at the dorms absolutely adored you- they thought of you as their secret sixth member who laid low and kept them company most days. they’d even refer to you as a sibling of theirs (mainly byounggon and yonghee). but out of everyone, you were closest to hyunsuk. both of you were inseparable to be honest- always cuddling during movie nights and on facetime when not together. the other four would always tease about you two getting together eventually, but it’s been a good two years and nothing even remotely close has happened between you two to that extent.

something of that extent would have happened if hyunsuk wasn’t so terrified of making a move. everytime you even look at him it causes his heart to race; don’t even get him started when you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder because he could go on for hours. he liked everything about you, both inside and out. and everyone knew it too, except you of course. when it came to you, you were oblivious.

you liked hyunsuk at first, but as months turned into two years right before your eyes you decided to let your feelings subside. you figured he didn’t feel the same so you decided to attempt to move on. you would go on occasional dates, nothing too serious, but none of them started working out once you realized you had feelings for someone else besides hyunsuk as well. they only started around two months ago, but they were growing at a rapid pace. you had no clue how it happened, but here you were in the dorms. alone. with said person.

hyunsuk had been out running errands, making sure to be back in time before you had gotten there. he even picked up some of your favorites from the convenience store down the street, loving the excitement in your face when you were surprised by little things such as buying your favorite things out of the blue. but his excitement exited his body as he entered the living room of the dorm to find you sitting in the lap of his other member, lips moving together hungrily as your hands tangled themselves in his hair and his hands held your waist.

he felt his heart shatter. all the members knew of his feelings for you, especially jinyoung. but here he was, shoving his tongue down the throat of the person he felt himself gradually falling in love with. he made his way out of the room quietly, neither of you hearing him enter. he dragged his feet towards his shared room with yonghee, opening the door to see his roommate sitting up on his iPad. when he noticed you enter in a sulking manner, his attention shifted from his current math problem he was attempting to solve to the sad maknae.

“hey, what’s wrong?” yonghee asked, setting his iPad down on the nightstand beside him. he shifted his body to have his legs hanging off the side of the bed, resting his elbows on his thighs as he leaned forward to listen better.

hyunsuk put the bag of your goodies on his bed, sitting beside it and playing with the plastic bag. “i didn’t know y/n and jinyoung were a thing.”

yonghee’s eyes widened, tilting his head to the side. “what do you mean they’re a ‘thing’?”

hyunsuk pointed towards the door before ripping open the bag and taking out a drink he bought for you, debating if he should drink it or not touch it and just give it to you later. “they’re out there making out on the couch.”

and with that, the older member stormed out of the room and down the hall to talk to jinyoung. hyunsuk didn’t bother to listen in when the voices got bigger, even when his name was mentioned. he just stared down in the bag of the goodies, eventually picking it up and stuffing it into an empty nightstand drawer. for now, he just wanted to lay in his bed and forget everything. he would put it all away later.

when yonghee interrupted your heated make out session with jinyoung, you were confused as to why he was pissed off. that was until he said something you never thought you’d hear.

“you know hyunsuk likes them, why would you do that to him?” was all yonghee said to have your mind scrambling.

you had no clue how hyunsuk felt whatsoever. again, as previously stated, you were oblivious to that fact. you sat there, listening for a few more moments before deciding to get up and storm off to hyunsuk and yonghee’s room. when yonghee said your best friend walked in on you both, you knew he would be in his room. after all, where else would he be?

you didn’t even knock, just entered and watched as he sat up from his bed with his sad eyes meeting yours. you just sighed, walking over to his bed and sitting at the far end corner. he just watched you in silence, not sure of what to say. he didn’t really have a reason to be mad at you, really. he was more upset at his group mate and himself if anything.

“why didn’t you tell me how you felt, hyunsuk?” you questioned, not breaking eye contact with him for a second. you weren’t sure how to feel at this point- you had a million thoughts in your head.

“i was scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“for two years?” he nodded, causing a sigh to escape your lips once more. “i liked you too, you should’ve said something sooner.”

“past tense?”

you nodded, looking down at your hands and fiddling with your fingers. “i figured if you liked me you would’ve said something. so i tried to move on. then i got closer with jinyoung and- yeah.”

he shrugged, still looking at you. “i get it. i mean, it’s jinyoung.”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “no, hyunsuk. don’t. you don’t get it. don’t think lowly of yourself because of this- because of me.”

you stood up, not wanting to look at him as you started walking towards the door to exit his room. ”i, i still really like you but after this i don’t know how to feel. i wish i would’ve known sooner. i’m sorry.”

and with that, you walked out of his room and the dorm as yonghee and jinyoung both argued back and forth in the living room with byounggon trying to calm everything down. no one paid attention to you as you left, too immersed in everything that was happening.

days, weeks, and months passed by without a word from you. you hadn’t reached out to anyone, too embarrassed of the situation. you made out with jinyoung while his best friend had a massive crush on you, and you were too blind to even notice it.

for a few days, everything was bitter between the two. after a week, everyone else forced them to sit down and talk it out like adults. and they did. apologies were spilled and hugs were exchanged. they both agreed to not allow anyone to come between them, especially over romantic interests. after that, everyone messaged in the group chat you were in with them hoping you’d respond. but as weeks went on and you hadn’t responded, they became more concerned than anything. they all missed you, especially hyunsuk. but there wasn’t much for them to do if you weren’t responding since they didn’t want to push it. all they could do was text you occasionally and hope for some type of response.

months passed, and nothing. that was until one brisk october night when hyunsuk went for a nightly walk by himself. you had been on his mind all day, even more than normal. so he figured he take a small stroll through the park you both met at- coincidentally three years ago today. it was almost eleven at night, the sounds of crickets filling the night air.

the pale moonlight kept you company as you swung weakly back and forth on the swing, your head leaning against the chains. you were missing hyunsuk and the rest of the boys a lot more than normal, but you were too scared to text them. what if they hated you? or wanted nothing to do with you? you knew that wasn’t the case, but your thoughts held you back.

when hyunsuk saw you from a distance, he felt his legs dragging him towards you. he had no idea what he was going to say, if he was going to say anything at all. but he just had to see you up close in a better atmosphere than the previous one. even if it was potentially going to be for the last time.

you looked up as you heard someone approaching, the last person you expected to see be yoon hyunsuk. your breath caught in your throat, unsure of what to say to him. you both stared at each other as he sat in the empty swing next to you. for a while, you both just swung back and forth in silence. up until he spoke up.

“i missed you.” hyunsuk confessed, kicking his feet back and forth in the dirt.

you nodded, scared to talk. so for a few moments you just sat there not saying anything, until the guilt took over you and you decided to speak up. “i missed you too. i just feel, embarrassed about everything. almost like it’s my fault.”

hyunsuk took this opportunity to look at you and reach over to place his hand on top of yours in your lap, careful to not push any boundaries he made sure to hover his hand above yours. when you reached up to grab his hand, that’s when he knew it was okay to do so. he started rubbing circles into the back of your hand before speaking again. “nothing is your fault at all. you didn’t know of my feelings for you, i should’ve said something before. i just thought you didn’t feel the same and i was terrified of losing what we had if you didn’t.”

you let out a dry laugh, looking up to meet his eyes. they held hope yet sadness at the same time, and all you wanted to do was hold him in your arms. “suk, i’ve had feelings for you for the last two or so years. i just didn’t think you felt the same way either so i tried going on dates to forget you and even convinced myself of having a crush on jinyoung to forget my feelings for you. but it didn’t work and, as fuck up as this sounds, i was imagining you the whole time.”

hyunsuk couldn’t hold back his laughter, causing you to let out a hearty laugh as well. as he threw his head back, you just stared at him with admiration. you’ve missed this, all of this. his laughter, his smile, everything under the sun. this time, you were going to make sure not to let him go.

“no one is mad at you; in fact we all miss you. me more though, of course.” he stood up, interlacing his fingers with yours and tugging on your arm ever so gently. “come on, let’s go on our first date.”

you stood up as well, following behind him in confusion. “what if i don’t want to?” you joked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

he looked back at you and rolled his eyes, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “we’re both losers who are hopelessly falling for each other, i don’t think you’d say no.” he pulled you up to his side, bringing your hand to his lips and planting a soft kiss on the back of it. “unless you don’t want to, of course. i won’t force you.”

you shook your head, a smile never leaving your face as your cheeks heated up. “this loser would love to go on this long awaited date with you.”

[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."

[seunghunney]

boyfriend jinyoung

pairing: jinyoung x reader

requested: yes prompt- ‘boyfriend jinyoung as a bulletpoint scenario’

words: 330

masterlist

boyfriend jinyoung would include:

didn’t realise he was crushing on you until you had a date w someone else... cue jealous jinyoung

when he asked you out he was very nervous, stuttering over his words. it was so endearing you let him out of his misery and said yes

your first date was perfect, he took you on a stroll around your local park and then took you to the cafe he knew you loved.

dates w him are the cutest and minimal, trips to the museums, trips to the cafe, spontaneous dates to the beach. whenever you spent time with him, you slowly let yourself fall in love with every bit of him.

instantly knows when something’s wrong. knows how to make you feel better with your favourite ice cream and your favourite movie.

there’s nights where his insecurities get the better of him, you hold him tight whilst he tells you what’s on his mind. you promise to always be there for him and you’ll love him no matter what.

biggest FLIRT ever

‘y/n’

‘hmm?’

‘you know what would look good on me?’

‘wha’

‘you’

cue a blush erupting on your face and jinyoung teasing you even more

petty fights, stupid things are said to one another but the next day there’s soft apologies muttered and sweet i love you’s, peppering each other’s faces with kisses and cuddling.

often talks about you a lot to his friends, cue seunghun, hyunsuk, byounggon and yonghee being tired of listening to jinyoung rant abt ‘how pretty y/n’s eyes are, how breathtaking their smile is’ for the 100th time

loves to spoil you with random gifts. you’ll find flowers adorning your room every other day, you’ll find your favourite food in your kitchen after a super long day.

never fails to tell you how much he loves you every night whilst cuddling you.

you wouldn’t wish for a better boyfriend than jinyoung.

[golchaworld]

Panacea | L.BG (Part II)

➳ pairing: lee byounggon x fem!reader, ft. cix ensemble

➳ genre: organized crime!au, action, occasional fluff

➳ word count: ~2.9k

➳ warnings: cursing, mild violence, mentions of non-descriptive gore, mentions of death/killing, glorification of crime

➳ summary: The plan is always the hardest part.

A/N: This took me forever and a half to write! And the funny thing is this is mostly just filler!! It’s a lot of insight into the members’ and reader’s relationships and tendencies. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Part One

panacea (noun): a solution or remedy for all difficulties

All of Jinyoung’s plans start out with observations.  He becomes hellbent on knowing every single detail, every mechanism and inner working, before making his next move.  Jinyoung always likes to hit where it hurts, and he finds observation a crucial factor in that.

It starts with him dropping sticky notes on your desk.  Most of them are mundane observations, like the fact that Kim Jaeyong eats lunch at 12:43pm every single day, or the fact that he keeps the temperature warmer in his personal office than the rest of the office.

But eventually, they become more detailed, useful.  Jinyoung notes that Kim Jaeyong walks with a slight hitch in his step, leaning over to his right side, likely the result of a hip injury when he was a teenager.  Jinyoung also informs you that Kim Jaeyong only keeps one weapon in his office, a Beretta M9, with plenty of ammo in the bottom drawer of his file cabinets.

As the notes pile up day by day, your shredder becomes fuller and fuller.  It’s better for all of you to keep them as mental notes anyways.

The six of you don’t get a chance to discuss the notes until the following Friday, piling into Seunghun and Byounggon’s shared apartment as usual. This time, instead of hard liquor and the ever present taste of murder in your mouths, there’s only the bitter taste of determination. 

“I don’t know why I needed to know the exact minute that the boss eats lunch, Jinyoung. Why did you even send that to us?” Hyunsuk’s voice is whiny, worn out from using his customer service voice for the entire week. 

Jinyoung rolls his eyes, throwing a chicken bone that just barely misses Hyunsuk’s cheek. “It’s so we know when he’s not busy. People are almost always relaxed over a meal. I think that’s our best time to strike.”

Byounggon snorts, chest rumbling under your head. How the two of you ended up cuddled up on the couch while everyone else is sprawled across the floor is beyond you. You imagine it was under the pretense of you being “tired.” All you know is that you definitely don’t mind it. 

“What do you mean ‘strike?’” 

“Well I mean, we have to kill him. I think that’s pretty obvious.”

Even with the steady tone of Jinyoung’s voice, you know he’s still being cautious. Although Yonghee just looks over at him with big, inquisitive eyes, you imagine it must hurt. It would always hurt to see your best friends plotting to kill your father. It must hurt even more when you’re taking part in such plotting. 

“There isn’t another way?” Seunghun’s voice is calm and even, standing strong in the silence of the apartment. “Like can’t we just force him to leave and never come back or something?”

“It’s us or him.”

Yonghee’s voice causes a knot to wrangle its way into your stomach. His words are clear, even though they waver with a hint of fear. There’s something else there, maybe sadness, grief. It mixes in smoothly with the deep tone of Yonghee’s voice. 

“If we don’t kill him,” Yonghee explains further. “He will kill us. No hesitation. Killing him is really our only option.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Byounggon asks softly, as if not to frighten a cornered animal. 

Emotion swims in the dark irises of Yonghee’s eyes. Having been the “quiet nerdy kid” growing up, Yonghee has never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. His father had taught him that emotion was weakness, and would always be used against him. It was only around his five best friends did he ever let his walls down. 

Yonghee sighs, running a hand through his already messy hair. Somehow, it falls flawlessly back into place. It’s amazing how even under the stress of plotting to kill his father, Yonghee manages to look like a supermodel. 

“Even if I’m not okay with it, it’s what we have to do. So let’s stop mulling it over and just do something about it.”

The corner of Jinyoung’s mouth twitches up in a smirk, accompanying the sadism flaring in his eyes. “Then let’s get started.”

.        .        .

The first thing you notice the next morning is that you’re not in your own bed. 

You sit up, quickly take account of your surroundings and rush through the possible places where you could have ended up. All of your clothes are on and intact, which is a good sign. You search the room, panicked, until your eyes land on a familiar picture in a navy blue frame. You sigh in relief; it’s only Byounggon’s room. 

The framed picture on the nightstand is quite cute, and you find yourself smiling at the six faces that stare back at you. It was taken at the boardwalk the summer before your senior year of high school. You’re all grinning from ear to ear, each holding various cliche items from cotton candy to plushies won at game stands. Byounggon’s arm is slung around your waist. 

You remember that you even loved him then. 

The picture has you continuing to smile, even as the room owner enters. Byounggon lacks a shirt, only clad in sweatpants slung low on his hips. Even though it’s his typical Saturday outfit, you find your mouth watering nonetheless. 

“Sleep well?” He asks, voice gruff from sleep. 

You nod slowly. “Yeah, but when did I fall asleep? Like I remember Jinyoung outlining the plan and then next thing I know, I’m waking up here. I wasn’t even drinking!” 

You punctuate your statement with a frown, which causes Byounggon to smile, dimples indenting his rounded cheeks. 

“You fell asleep while Jinyoung was talking, genius.” Byounggon takes a seat at the foot of the bed. “Seunghun and I just brought you back here so you could get proper sleep.”

A yawn takes over your features, prompting you to stretch your arms above your head. Byounggon giggles. 

“Did you guys finish coming up with a plan?”

Byounggon’s expression sours at the question. He looks down to the sheets of the bed before meeting your eyes. His eyes are hard set, determined, but are also laced with a lingering air of sadness.

“We’re still mulling over some details, but um, Y/N?” He places a hand on top of yours on the cover, curling his fingers around yours. “We’re going to have to kill a lot of people. It’s like we’re going to war. A war against our own.”

You turn your hand over so that you’re palm to palm with Byounggon. In his eyes, there’s still the brooding boy that refused to talk to you when you were introduced at age seven. There’s still the boy who was scared of the monkey bars until he was twelve. But there’s also the man who has killed. A man who has sinned. 

You squeeze his hand in comfort. “I know. But you have to remember that as long as the six of us are together, we’ll be alright. We’ll always have each others’ backs.”

Byounggon nods, squeezing your hand back just as tight. 

.        .        .

Jinyoung is the one who warns the group against diving into a plan head first.  Ever the planner, he works to create small increments in which the six of you can work to take down Kim Jaeyong.  The only downside to his planning is that he feels the need to remind you all of it every waking moment.

The sticky notes don’t stop landing on your desk, this time sporting small messages like ‘we have to make nice with the informants so they trust us,’ and ‘Seunghun agreed to spend more time with the boss to get closer to him.’  It all seems a tad bit extraneous, but nothing is too extra for Jinyoung.

He even goes as far as to call small meetings for the six of you in the middle of the day.  All too often you find yourself smushed into a cubicle, speaking in hushed whispers disguised as small talk.  The worst is when you all have to pile into the single stall restroom at the end of the main hallway, conspiring and dreaming up a hierarchy of people to take down.

It’s on a random afternoon, however, that your cover is almost blown.

Five of you stand around Hyunsuk at the front desk, casually sipping coffee while you dream up the most discreet ways to dispose of bodies.  You’re so caught up in the conversation that you all miss the chime of the elevator, completely ignoring the figures that step out of it until a booming voice rings out around the lobby.

“Who knew that kids these days talk about burning bodies during their coffee break?”

The six of you instantly straighten up your posture, greeting Kim Jaeyong with slight bows.  The man sports a greasy smirk at the obvious fear written all over your faces.  He has always been giddy at the thought of people respecting him, of people fearing him.

“Yeah, well you know burning bodies is all the rage these days,”  Hyunsuk responds with a smile, forever the charmer.

Seunghun nods.  “You know Gen Z, all about social media and burning bodies.”

Kim Jaeyong laughs loudly, once again commanding all the attention in the room.  “You kids are too funny.”  His face suddenly loses all hints of humor, putting up a serious, stoic front.  “But we don’t have time to take coffee breaks, whether you’re talking about burning bodies or anything else.”

The six of you nod, practically in unison, making small noises of agreement.  Kim Jaeyong seems pretty satisfied at the response, and you think he’s going to leave it at that, especially as he moves towards the office door.  However, as soon as he shifts his weight to open the door, he freezes, regarding the group with scrutiny.

“As a matter of fact, the six of you have been congregating a lot lately.  Is there something I should know about?”

All of the blood in your body freezes over.  You would think you died on the spot if not for the styrofoam cup warming the skin of your hand.  For a moment, there’s silence, until a confident voice speaks up.

“It’s the consequence of recruiting six best friends when they were fresh out of college.  All we want to do is see each other.”  Yonghee smiles as he speaks, proud at the implied dig at his father.  “Surely you can understand that right?”

Kim Jaeyong regards his son with a sneer.  “I don’t care what you all ‘want’ to do.  You’re congregating on my time.  Get back to work, now.”

Five of you scramble back to your desks, passing by the father-son duo that seem to be communicating with their eyes.  Their gazes are ammo, and none of you want to be caught in the crossfire.

By the time you’re settling back into your cubicle, Yonghee re-enters the office, a triumphant smirk on his face.

.        .        .

The plan is officially set in motion the following week.  It begins from the bottom with its goal being for the six of you to work your way up.  It seems easy at first, to take out the small scale informants and then move on to their bosses, and their bosses’ bosses.  But the task becomes harder and harder to manage.

You come across your first round of problems as you’re sawing an informant’s body into small pieces, making them easier to be burned when it’s all said and done.  You have just separated the man’s lower leg from his thigh when a crackle of static fills the small room you have converted into a morgue of sorts.

“Junhyuk?  Are you there?”  A staticky voice calls, making you instantly drop your bone saw to the floor.

It falls with a loud clatter, one that’s loud enough to gain the attention of Seunghun, who had been posted outside of the room.  He instantly bursts into the morgue, hand on the small pistol in the holster on his waist.

“What happened?”  The boy questions, looking around the room for signs of danger.

“You guys didn’t take his walkie?!”  You yell, startling Seunghun.

The static crackles again.  “Junhyuk?  Come in.”

Seunghun just rolls his eyes, finally taking his hand off of his gun.  In two short strides, he stands over the collection of body parts, not even flinching when the static fills the room once again.  He doesn’t hesitate to reach a hand into the corpse’s bloody back pocket, pulling out an equally bloody walkie talkie.

Seunghun throws the small appliance onto the ground, watching as small pieces splinter off.  To seal the deal, he stomps on it a few times, until it no longer spouts staticky commands.  You roll your eyes at the show of strength.

“Better?  Gosh, I didn’t expect something so miniscule to scare you.”  Seunghun jokes, nudging your shoulder with his.

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.  “When you’re alone in a room with bodies that are supposed to be dead, you don’t exactly expect shit to start talking.”

The smile Seunghun gives you in response is bright and sweet, the kind that’s not marred by any malintent.  You wonder if this is how he lures his prey in.  With just a flash of his smile, you can imagine that anyone would be putty in his hands.  But when you see his smile, however, it just reminds you of the chubby little boy who greeted you and your mother when you moved in across the street.

To this day, he always greets your mother like she’s his own, molding a space into your family.  And after years of friendship, he practically is a brother to you.  From playing on the swingsets when you were in third grade to studying for college entrance exams when you were in eleventh, Seunghun has always been a part of your life.

The last thing you expected, however, was for him to ever be flashing you his smile in front of a half dismembered body.  But you guess things change.

“Well before you lost it over a walkie talkie,” Seunghun chuckles.  “Jinyoung said he and Byounggon were going to take down another informant.  Somebody who does outreach to the suppliers?  I don’t know.”

“Clearly, I need some time before then.”  You motion to the body behind you.  “You guys can’t just be piling up bodies in my morgue.”

The tall boy shrugs before making a move towards the door.  “Bring it up with Jinyoung...or better yet, bring it up with Byounggon.”  

Seunghun shoots you an obnoxious wink over his shoulder.  You can only manage a few curses at his retreating form before he exits the room, taking his post at the door once again.  When you turn back to the body on the table, you meet its cold, dead eyes.

You scoff.  “Don’t look at me like that.”

.        .        .

It’s a little after noon on a Wednesday when Byounggon meets you inside of the morgue.  Your breath catches in your throat once you catch sight of him.  His blazer hugs his shoulders perfectly, cinching in just the right amount at the waist. Byounggon in a suit should be illegal.

“Why is it always so cold in here?”  The man whines, crossing his arms over his chest to preserve warmth.

“You know why it’s cold in here,” you roll your eyes.  “Don’t be so dramatic.”

Byounggon’s eyebrows raise before he chuckles. “What’s got you so upset?”

You sigh, finally putting down the pliers you had been using to remove fingers from a dead hand. The urge to run your hands through your hair overtakes you, but you fight to suppress it, hands smelling like formaldehyde and drained blood. 

Byounggon’s still looking at you expectantly as a moment of silence passes. He knows not to push, content with waiting for you to open up on your own. It’s something he learned the hard way. Pushing you too hard once in the 9th grade led to such a nasty black eye that he had to wear sunglasses for two weeks. 

“This is just a lot,” you finally murmur. “How are we going to take everyone out without Kim Jaeyong noticing? He already noticed we’ve been congregating a lot.”

A smile graces Byounggon’s face, deep dimples indenting his cheeks. He crosses the small room quickly, pulling you into a tight hug. You can’t help but sigh, feeling all of the tension leave your body at the feeling of your best friend’s arms wrapped around you. You sigh again once Byounggon begins to rock you both back and forth. 

“Worrying doesn’t look good on you, you know.”

The comment makes you chuckle, the sound nothing more than vibrations in your chest. 

“Leave the worrying to Jinyoung,” Byounggon continues. “His stupidly pretty face can handle it.”

Once again, you laugh, emitting a short huff that gets trapped in the space between your face and Byounggon’s chest. He’s warm, a sharp contrast from the chill of the room. 

“Yonghee’s got the system hacked so that it looks like the informants are still up and running. He’ll do the same as people go higher and higher up. He’s cancelled all large body meetings for the next month.”

“Oh shit.”

Now it’s Byounggon’s turn to chuckle. “Yeah, oh shit is right. We have this on lock, Y/N. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

You nod in response, taking the opportunity to muzzle further into your friend’s hold. His heartbeat is strong and steady under your ear, felt through the quality fabric of his crisp white dress shirt. His hands trace circles into your back, slightly displacing the cloth of your white lab coat. 

The two of you continue to rock back and forth, paying the smell of formaldehyde no mind as you get lost in the warmth of each other. 

[chocafe]

— yonghee as your boyfriend

pairing: boyfriend!yonghee x reader a/n: requested + an anon requested anything for yonghee, so i decided to make a aybf post since those are usually my to-gos post ideas :’)

i could be totally wrong, but i sort of imagine yonghee to be a shy person in a relationship (꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆꜄꜆

give him some time and i’m sure this feeling will fade away!

but for now

he’s a shy mess whenever he’s around you

do you know how hard it was for him to ask you out?

sometimes, he still can’t believe you’re all his

so he always looks as you in astonishment

during the times where you notice how shy he’s getting

you would end up shouting “hello, yonghee? we’re dating??? stop being so shy! since we’re dating, we can be super comfortable around each other and such.”

and yonghee is just sitting on the side like “okay…” while blushing

he’s TOTALLY disregarding what you just said

it doesn’t matter what you do

you always make him smile like an idiot and blush 24/7

it’s as if you have yonghee casted underneath a magical spell of yours

as mentioned in his profile ↓

yonghee enjoys board games (especially when he’s playing them with you)

occasionally, the two of you would have game nights where you both stay inside and play a variety of board games

such as monopoly, scramble, life, clue, ect.

once in a while, you guys would invite his fellow cix members to come over and play along

“THIS! IS! NOT! FAIR!” seunghun yells on the top of his lounge as he points a finger at the monopoly board and then at you and yonghee. “you’re so biased, yonghee! i told you that i would pay for your land, so why are you giving it to y/n for free?”

“it sucks to be a loser, huh?” you poke at seunghun, laughing in between your words

“you’re the loser here.” yonghee comments, continuing the game as if nothing is wrong. “y/n is losing and i’m winning, so what else am i supposed to do?”

basically, you’re losing the game of monopoly while yonghee is winning, so he felt bad for you and started to give you free money and some of the properties he owned

and seunghun is losing his mind because it’s not fair

tldr: yonghee is your gaming partner in crime who would give u anything and seunghun is a hater because no one wants to be his partner

doesn’t really call you any pet names because he still feels too shy and embarrassed to call you “baby” and other names similar to that

adding onto that, he would also get suuuuper embarrassed when you start calling him those names too

you: babe, can you hand me my phone?

yonghee: m-me? i’m babe???

and he would just then proceed to quietly blush as he grabs your phone for you

buys you things without you even asking

“i stopped by the store and bought you your favorite chips!”

“guess what i bought? it’s 100% not for me, so try guessing ^___^”

“i was shopping with byounggon and i saw this shirt and just thought it’d look great on you─ so you can kind of say i couldn’t help, but to buy it for you.”

he keeps a mental note of all of the things you love and hate

in general, he just knows so much about you

it’s crazy to you because you’ve never met someone who’s so invested in you until you met yonghee

always asks his members for advice when it comes to you

he wants to be the perfect boyfriend, so he does whatever it takes and this includes going to others for help

they’re usually super wise and give him great advice!

except for hyunsuk

he just says random things to annoy and to pull everyone's strings

and things usually go wrong whenever he helps SOOOO

yonghee: what should i get y/n for our anniversary?

hyunsuk, is about to speak: y─

yonghee: anyone except for hyunsuk

hyunsuk: EXCUSE ME??? Y/N IS MY FRIEND TOO I CAN HELP BUT YOU LITERALLY WONT LET ME????

he normally says cheesy phrases without even acknowledging it

“thank you for being mine.”

“i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“it’s always been you.”

when you call him out for being a natural cheesy romantic

he pauses because he’s like “i am?” because he has never noticed it

but it’s different when you’re the one saying cheesy stuff and throwing compliments at him

“stop…” yonghee mumbles, causing you to freeze

you slightly panic as you’ve never seen this side of yonghee before. “why? did i do something wrong?”

instead of responding back, he swiftly covers up his face with the palm of his hands

and in that moment, you knew exactly why he wanted you to stop

he wanted you to stop because you were turning him into a soft mess ! ! !

he forgot to cover his ears, which was also turning red, so it was easy for you to detect that he was blushing like a rose bud ( ಠ◡ಠ )

holding your hand is enough to make his heart explode

with that being said

you kissing him would send him to cloud nine

kisses with yonghee are usually super slow and soft

and sometimes, they’re short or they’re just a peck on the lips

he tries his best to remember every moment with you

since you guys are still in the beginning of the relationship

things will evolve later, so try not to worry because it won’t always be like this ! ! !

yonghee’s alcohol tolerance is about 1-2 shots of soju

SHOTS not BOTTLES

so sad compared to baejin who could drink 3 bottles

so you can’t really drink with him

but on those days where you two do drink

he becomes drunk in a matter of seconds

and he’s constantly slurring his words as he suddenly grows the strength to announce his love for you all over again

“y/n, yo you men s tei wurlddddd tu me u kn ow tet rite?”

y/n, you mean the world to me. you know that, right?

“i dnt suy tis enuf but… i lew yu n alweis wil”

i don’t say this enough, but… i love you and always will

you don’t mind this side of him

because you actually love it!

and once he sobers up the next day, you pretend as if nothing happened since you know he’ll freak out once he hears what he said the night before

“man, i have the worst headache.” he rests his head on your shoulder. “what happened last night?”

“nothing much! the usual, ya’know? just you confessing your love for me. same old thing.” you jokingly say, awaiting for his response

“oh, that doesn’t sound too bad─ WAIT WHAT?”

[enhypemen]

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CIX Hyunsuk 'Mission Mistletoe'

Request from WATTPAD! 

Request a oneshot here!

Prompt number:

15. Avoiding the Mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get their otp there.

Pairing - Hyunsuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

CEO AU!

Word count: 2.6k

MASTERLIST

You’ve got mail

You’ve got mail

You’ve got mail

Grumbling, you paused your Netflix movie and propped your laptop onto your lap, wanting to be free from work for a least a few hours.

READ: IT IS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE

You clicked on the email, from none other than the person you really wanted to punch right now.

Good evening Miss Y/N,

I miss you, come back to the office and stop leaving me with these idiots.

Your boss.

IMPORTANT!

Miss Y/N,

I know you got my email. JUST COME MY GOD IM BORED AND IM IN NEED OF SOME COMPANY.

Your boss.

FOR FRICK’S SAKE THIS IS IMPORTANT

Y/N,

I sent Jinyoung to come and grab you, don’t you dare say no.

See you soooonnnnnnn!

the love of your lifeeeeeeee

“YOON HYUNSUK!!!!”

Your doorbell rang and deciding not to answer it, you snuggled deeper into the blankets. Not wanting to leave your comfy bed.

Knocking.

Doorbell ringing.

A ding from your phone.

CEO Hyunsuk 🤡

Open the door for Jinyoung or else im telling him to break it down

You

Hyunsuk wtf do you want Im tryna rest before i ACTUALLY HAVE TO GO BACK TO WORK TOMORROW!

CEO Hyunsuk 🤡

Just come here now!!! It’s chaotic here i wanna cry

You

For fucks sake…..

You owe me!

_____________________

Hyunsuk was ecstatic when you popped your head inside his office, standing up as fast as he can and dragged you inside. His hands were on your shoulders, shaking you.

“THANK GOD YOU’RE HERE. Wait, why are you wearing PJ’s? WAIT THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

You crossed your arms and glared at him. “Mr. Yoon, I want to know why you called me here at-” you looked at the clock and you closed your eyes, feeling the anger build up. “2 am in the morning. Why am in my PJ’s? IT’S BECAUSE SOMEONE CALLED ME AT THE WORST TIME!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”

“Stop calling me Mr. Yoon we have literally known each other since we were kids.”

It was true. You and Hyunsuk were part of the Elite, a group filled with only the richest families of the world. People outside of the Elite view them as modern-day Kings and Queens, with some of the families in governments. While others view them as stuck up bitches who got lucky in the past. Even in the Elite, there are ranks. Your family was one of the lowest, barely surviving in the cutthroat economy. While Hyunsuk’s was one of the highest, and it didn’t help that his whole family was blessed with looks.

The company, Complete In X was where your parents had met Hyunsuk’s parents, and history was made. It was considered mind-blowing, the products created. It not only allowed for recreation, but for changing parts to create a new overall story. Hyunsuk had become the CEO, and along with his other friends, created a new target, video games.

You had dabbled in computer science and data collection, finding an interest in video games. It wasn’t until you needed an internship did Hyunsuk reach out to you. After chatting over coffee, the internship turned into something more. To be a personal assistant to Hyunsuk as well as the design planner for corporate parties.

You didn’t think that it would have a small downside.

“Y/N as I was saying, thanks for coming. First, how do you control those children? Because I know for sure I can’t at all.” You rolled your eyes. This, this was the downside.

“Hyunsuk, those children you are talking about are your friends. Also just get them some food and they should be fine. They are human and need a break as well.” He nodded and looked out his window through the blinds. His friends, his teammates, were bouncing around the office. He smiled and you felt your heart race.

Somewhere along the months of working with him, you scummed to not only his looks but his kindness, the soft side of Hyunsuk. And man did you fall harder than what you were supposed to.

No other words were spoken to each other after Hyunsuk introduced the planning of a corporate Christmas dinner, you immediately get to work.

Hyunsuk looked up every few moments to admire you sitting on the sofa, typing furiously. Even when you were in PJ’s he found you cute. You looked up for a moment and he quickly retracted his eyes to his computer screen. You giggled quietly and went back to work.

A moment between you two that lasted forever.

But behind the blinds, a group of boys were planning a mission that should have been done six months ago.

“Mission Mistletoe is in effect!”

____________________

Christmas music played from the speakers, the air smelling like peppermint. As you were spreading the chocolate onto a baking sheet, the doorbell rang.

“Y/N! Open up!”

You rushed to the door, being engulfed in a comforting but cold hug. “Hyunsuk! What are you doing here? Don’t you have a business to run?”

“The next conference meeting isn’t until the day of the corporate dinner.” He shut the door behind him and took his gloves off. You had retreated back to the kitchen, where the music had started yet again. He followed, practically drooling as he saw freshly baked cookies on the island.

“So, how’s the planning coming along?” He bit into the cookie and groaned. Your baking was to die for.

You faced him. “It’s going well, I just need an updated guest list of who is coming. Also, does gold and red work well for corporate colours?”

He nodded. “I’ll ask BX to get you that list. Run the colours through with Seunghun, I heard he wanted your opinion to add navy blue. The boys also wanted to add mistletoes as well for some reason. Saying that they wanted to get a specific one true pairing to come true.” He shrugged and ate another cookie.

Your face became heated and you turned back to put the chocolate in the fridge, trying to cool your face at the same time. “Mistletoes huh? Well, I say no. I mean although mistletoes are part of Christmas, this dinner is also for organization and agreements. What I’m saying is that we need to look professional. And on the navy blue, I’ll make the curtains it.”

Once Hyunsuk had left, you plopped down on your bed, taking a deep breath.

Just what did the boys want to do?

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“Seunghun that goes there. Jinyoung stop putting mistletoes everywhere I said no! BX where’s that list? Yonghee my goodness stop throwing glitter everywhere!”

Five days nearing the corporate party and everything was under control.

Well almost.

You had ordered poinsettias to put on the small pillars, but you didn’t realize that BX was allergic to flowers. So you had to return all of the flowers and to your dismay, not all of the money was returned. After apologizing profusely to Hyunsuk, he smiled and decided to keep some of the flowers, regardless if anyone was allergic or not.

“Suck it up and chug some allergy medicine!” was what he said.

BX ran into the room at the exact same time Yonghee threw glitter into the air, sprinkling it directly onto him.

“Yonghee!”

The tears were becoming too much, as you doubled over in laughter. The rest had stopped what they were doing and started to join in.

Laughs echoed around the room, the sun starting to set creating a hue of colours on the glittered floor and BX’s hair.

“Okay okay, Yonghee clean up the mess. I have an idea for the glitter. BX hun I’m so sorry but I need that list, glammed up or not.”

Grumbles came from Yonghee, but he quietly obliged, signalling to Jinyoung to hide at least three mistletoes somewhere your eagle eyes would not see.

But someone did notice, and with a smirk on their lips, they knew what the boys were planning.

“Mistletoes huh? Someone wants drama.”

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The dinner was in full swing. Yonghee fixing his collar while BX was fixing any mistakes on the powerpoint, quickly rehearsing the game once more. Seunghun was covering Jinyoung who ran around the ballroom to stuff extra mistletoes, making sure to avoid any contact with you as you were doing final preparations and trying to calm Hyunsuk down.

“Mr. Yoon-” “Hyunsuk….just call me Hyunsuk woman.”

You rolled your eyes but obliged. “Okay, Hyunsuk. You will be fine, the presentation will go smoothly. I double-checked and printed out extra copies if needed. Just breathe in and out.” You demonstrated how to breathe and Hyunsuk couldn’t help but laugh. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him, his lips ghosting over your ear and his breaths making you shiver.

“Thank you Y/N, for everything.”

He let go and you bowed, shakily moving towards the clatter of people surrounding the middle of the ballroom. Jinyoung snickered as he popped out beside you, making you yell in surprise and smack him.

“Ow ow ow! STOP IT Y/N YOU’RE FINE!”

“Don’t ever scare me! You know how easy I get scared!”

He smirked and moved away from Y/N, bowing dramatically and tipping an invisible hat. “Oh you haven’t seen the grand finale.” and Jinyoung walks towards Hyunsuk, whispering in his ear.

You tilt your head in confusion. “This is not a circus!”

A clink of a glass and the whole crowd goes silent.

“Good evening. My name is Yoon Hyunsuk, CEO of Complete In X. I would like to express my gratitude for your attendance tonight. As you may have known, it is a corporate Christmas dinner, but also a way to introduce a project my colleagues and I are in the process of making.”

Hyunsuk beckons his friends to take their place near the projector, with BX starting up the powerpoint and the game.

“if you look at the screen that is descending, we have immersed ourselves into the video game realm. A game that is popular such as League of Legends or A Chinese Ghost story has given us the idea to create our own version. We introduce Spirit Kingdom, an adventure filled with magic, kidnapping, seduction, and romance.”

BX opens up the game and the screen goes dark.

[START]

“WELCOME TO SPIRIT KINGDOM. UPON ENTERING,

DO NOT WAKE THE KING.

DO NOT STEAL THE PRINCESS.

DO NOT SEDUCE THE QUEEN.

MOST OF ALL,

CATCH THE KILLER.”

“As you can see, a character is already put on the castle grounds, and the narrator will explain the backstory as the person may change their character or move them around.”

BX moved the character around while Hyunsuk talked, all eyes on the boys. You looked in fascination, the graphics were clear, no glitches in sight. Detailed and engaging. You smiled and started to clap while others followed. It looked like everyone was enjoying the preview as you were looking around. You gasped as you saw the CEO-in-training for Treasure Alchemy, Choi Hyunsuk, walking towards you.

“Good evening Miss L/N.” A chaste kiss to your right hand and a smile to die for.

“Good evening sir.”

“Nonsense. Call me Choi Hyunsuk. We are the same age are we not?” you nod and glance your eyes at Hyunsuk, his eyes already on yours. He smirks and you panic, diverting your eyes to the man in front of you. Hyunsuk follows your eyes and scowls when he sees him. Out of all days, why today?

Nonetheless, Hyunsuk takes a deep breath and regains his stance, glancing at BX who has customized the character to his liking and is entering the Elves of Forest.

“So Miss Y/N, let’s take this conversation somewhere quieter hm?” You looked at Choi Hyunsuk, who held out his hand. Hesitant, you glance at Yoon Hyunsuk, but he is occupied with finishing the presentation. Clasping your hand’s around Choi Hyunsuk’s, he leads you to the balcony. The cold air nipping at your arms.

“As I was saying, Miss Y/N, why are you still working for that kid?”

You snapped your head at Choi Hyunsuk. “I beg your pardon?”

“That kid has barely started University, and yet he’s already managing a company. Watch, all his hard work will go down the drain.” Choi Hyunsuk stretches his arms, leaning on the balcony. “Let’s talk about this game he created. Or should I say copied? The ideas? Unoriginal. the graphics? Hurts my eyes. Overall, I would never purchase the game, nonetheless play it even if it was free.”

You clenched and unclenched your hands. Just how dare he. “And I suppose Choi you can do better?”

“Hm?”

“I know you heard me? Or is it because you’re scared of losing to a guy three years younger than you?”

He looked in your direction and grabbed your wrist. His lips nearing yours “Why would I be afraid, I would have the mastermind behind the company.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Choi Hyunsuk smirked. “I know little Hyunsuk doesn’t make these ideas, how else was the company in top shape? It’s you Y/N, and I want you.”

You placed your other arm as a shield to protect you. “Never will I work for you Choi Hyunsuk.”

He smirked. “I’ll get you. One way or another.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and walks to the door, facing you once more.

“Be ready love, you won’t know what’s coming.”

Shaking your head, you ran back to the ballroom in time for the closing announcements. Drowning a glass of water taken from a worker, Hyunsuk looked in your direction. It seemed as though time had slowed down, both of you in a trance as if the glitter Yonghee sprinkled a few days prior that still lingered was like magic. Clapping interrupted your daydreaming, someone tapping your shoulder as Hyunsuk held out his hand for you to take.

You smiled and placed your hand in his.

“I would like to say a special thank you to Miss Y/N. We met when we were kids, and have become great business partners. Without her, I would be a mess right now.” He laughs and everyone else does too.

You smile at Hyunsuk and was about to take your seat until Jinyoung quickly grabbed the mic. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE NOT DONE YET. What you saw, of course, was the main point of this dinner but we couldn’t say this is a Christmas dinner without a little magic and holiday cheer.”

“Jinyoung what the hell are you doing? This isn’t part of the program.” you hissed at Jinyoung, ready to smack him. But Hyunsuk stopped you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

Jinyoung winked. “Live a little Y/N.”

The audience was confused, what does he mean by Christmas cheer?

“I have a little magic trick for you all. I just need you all to count down from three okay?”

“THREE.” You braced yourself for the worst, gripping onto Hyunsuk’s hand.

“TWO.” Hyunsuk smirked at Jinyoung, shaking his head slightly.

“ONE.” Yonghee cheered and pressed a button

The screen ascended and mistletoe hung from the ceiling, found in people’s pockets. Glitter was thrown everywhere. Mistletoes everywhere.

“MISSION MISLETOE IN EFFECT! L/N Y/N AND YOON HYUNSUK JUST KISS ALREADY!”

Your eyes widened in horror.

“BAE JINYOUNG!”

Hyunsuk laughed, a mistletoe descending above you both. The audience notices and starts to chant. You blush and try to hide your face while he brings you closer to him.

“Y/N, you probably won’t believe this but, I’ve been in love with you since we met.” and he takes your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your body flush to his, foreheads touching and smiles all around.

You had to thank Jinyoung, in that if he didn’t secretly place mistletoes almost everywhere, the stars wouldn’t have aligned that night.