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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND YECHAN

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원죄 ORIGINAL SIN PT 1 - YECHAN | 82MAJOR

When you call my name, it's like a little prayer, I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there

♱ PAIRING : YOON YECHAN X MALE READER

♱ SYNOPSIS : M/n and his sister Daena reluctantly attend a church event, where they meet the enigmatic Yoon brothers, including the quietly intense Yechan. As subtle tensions build between M/n and Yechan, M/n is left feeling both intrigued and unnerved, unable to shake the sensation of being deliberately drawn in.

♱ CONTENT WARNING : This writing contains explicit sexual content and mature themes.

♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : This was lightly inspired by this Korean film titled the same

LINKS : Wattpad | Kofi | Part 2

“I promise it’ll be good for us!”

That’s the statement she had been saying for the whole week. But this time, it wasn’t about the cramped, buggy one-floor apartment they’d just moved into. This time it was the church right next to the elementary school she had attended when she was younger here in Ontario.

“Mom,” Daena groaned, a little disoriented as she rubbed the spot of her nose where her septum piercing was. Of course, she had to take all of her scary piercings out, wear a nice sundress, and not the ungodly splash of dark blacks and purples she usually wore. “I really don’t understand. We’ve never been religious. Plus… what about M/n?”

M/n, her twin brother, stood on the church's stoop with his arms crossed. He scratched at his neck, irritated by the itchy fabric of the cashmere sweater he’d been stuffed into. He’d also had to take out his piercing, cover his tattoos, and style his hair so his eyes and ridiculously long eyelashes were visible. Oh, and he was supposed to hide the fact that he was out of the closet here in this place too. Great.

Tapping his scuffed white sneakers against the pavement, M/n sighed, “I’m fine. Can we just go in already? It’s so fucking cold.”

His mom huffed, “Alright, but none of that. Do this for me.” She wagged her finger in his face briefly, then set her back as she walked in her best dress-up wedges up the rest of the stairs. This wasn’t just some nostalgic trip for her. The church was also where most of her new coworkers went. One of the kinder ones had even invited her to join. To her, this was a chance to finally fit in.

The twins shuffled behind her like reluctant ducklings, keeping their heads down as they stepped through the entrance. At the front, a woman was setting out stacks of pamphlets, her expression focused until she spotted their mom.

“Mrs. Yoon!” Their mom exclaimed, the woman looking up from her tidying up the paper books. Her focused face turned into a bright smile.

“Oh Kara, please call me Hyeri, no need to be formal.” She said in a shy whisper as she reached out for a hug. While their mom and Mrs. Yoon embraced, M/n and Daena stood awkwardly a few feet away. Their hands hung in front of them, and after a quick glance at each other, they bowed slightly, just like their mom had drilled into them whenever they met another Korean family.

Haneul smiled brightly, “Nice manners. You must be M/n and Daena. Oh my, you two look so alike,” Haneul looked back at Kara, “Are they twins?”

“Yep, 14 hours of labor these two,” Their mom sucked her teeth dramatically, “Two peas in a pod, just like their father.”

Daena pressed her lips into a fine line at the mention of their father, but the two adults were too busy chatting it up they didn’t even notice the twins following behind looking at each other with annoyance.

As Mrs. Yoon brought the family of three down to her row of pews, she turned to the twins. “You two should head downstairs to the bible study. My two boys are down there as well as some of the other kids!”

“That sounds fun, right?” Kara’s tone was overly bright as she elbowed Daena, her eyes practically begging. Please, for the love of God, just go along with it.

M/n rolled his eyes and sighed, shifting his shoulders back. “Fine. We’ll go, Mom. Whatever.”

Awkwardly, the twins shuffled back toward the entrance, their mom’s hopeful smile burning into their backs like a spotlight. They reached the stairwell and hesitated before heading down. The narrow staircase creaked under their feet, leading to a dim hallway lined with small rooms on either side. At the very end, light spilled out of an open door.

Inside, about ten kids sat around a circular table, colorful Bibles scattered in front of them, all open to the same page. A low hum of chatter filled the room, mixed with the occasional rustle of pages and a quiet laugh.

As they stepped closer, M/n’s throat felt tight, the collar of his sweater pressing uncomfortably against his neck. His fingers fidgeted with the sleeve, tugging it further down his arm as if to double-hide the tattoos already hidden beneath the thick fabric. He stole a glance at Daena, who looked just as out of place, her shoulders hunched slightly as she fiddled with the hem of her sundress.

Neither of them said a word, but the awkward tension between them spoke volumes.

“Oh, are you two here for Bible study too?”

The voice came from a blonde girl who had just turned around, catching sight of the twins. Her cheerful tone was paired with a distinct Canadian accent. “I’m the youth leader. Come on in and grab a seat.”

Before either of them could respond, she gestured enthusiastically for them to follow. She led them to the table, her upbeat energy completely unbothered by their obvious reluctance. “You can sit right here next to the Yoons,” she said, motioning toward two empty chairs.

The twins glanced at the seats and then at the pair of Korean teens already sitting there. The Yoons looked about as lost and overwhelmed as they felt, their postures stiff and their expressions blank.

M/n hesitated for a moment before finally dropping into the chair with a resigned sigh. Daena slid into the seat next to him, muttering a soft “thanks” to the youth leader, though her voice barely registered.

The other kids around the table stole quick glances at the newcomers, their curiosity thinly veiled. On the opposite side, two girls exchanged hushed whispers, giggling softly as they eyed the twins—though their attention lingered a little too long on M/n. One of them nudged the other, her cheeks flushing as she stifled a grin.

As the group began flipping their Bibles to a new passage, one of the Yoon boys silently slid his Bible toward M/n. His movements were subtle, almost hesitant, as if he’d already picked up on how out of place the twins felt.

M/n glanced at the Yoon boy, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise before giving a small nod of acknowledgment. He took the Bible, his fingers brushing over the worn edges of the pages as he adjusted it in front of him.

At the top of the pages, colorful Post-it notes were stuck haphazardly, filled with scribbles in both English and Korean. Some notes had doodles in the corners, while others listed verses or thoughts in rushed handwriting. Each one was labeled with the name “Yechan” scrawled neatly at the top, standing out among the chaotic writing.

M/n’s eyes lingered on the notes for a moment, his fingers brushing over one of the edges as he tried to make sense of the mix of languages and ideas. He glanced back at the Yoon boy, who gave him a small, shy smile before looking away, fidgeting with the edge of his own Bible.

Daena caught the quiet exchange and nudged M/n’s thigh with hers under the table. When he turned to her, she raised an eyebrow, a subtle smirk tugging at her lips. He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the slight smile that crept onto his face.

The rest of the session went on like that—small, shared glances, whispered comments between the twins, and the occasional stifled laugh when one of the girls across the table shot M/n another not-so-subtle look.

When the session finally ended, the twins were making their way back through the hallway when the Yoon boys caught up with them.

“Hey, sorry we didn’t talk much earlier,” the older boy said, his voice polite as he dipped into a slight bow. “I’m Keeho, and this is my younger brother, Yechan.”

Yechan offered a small wave, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweater. “Nice to meet you,” he said quietly, his gaze flicking between M/n and Daena before landing on the floor.

Daena stepped in to lead the conversation. “I’m Daena, and this is M/n,” she said, nodding toward her brother. “We’re the kids of your mom’s coworker. We just moved here, actually.”

“Like, just moved?” Keeho asked, his tone curious.

“Yep,” Daena confirmed with a slight shrug.

“Where do you guys go to school?”

“Oh, uh, I go to an all-girls school,” Daena replied, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “And M/n does school online.”

“Oh, okay,” Keeho said, nodding slowly. “I was just curious because most of the kids here go to the same school. But honestly… we don’t really mingle with them much. We don’t exactly fit in.”

Daena chuckled dryly. “Tell me about it.”

Before anyone could say more, a sharp beep followed by a soft vibration drew M/n’s attention. He glanced down at his smartwatch, tugging his sweater sleeve up just enough to read the message. He didn’t even notice that part of his tattoo had slipped into view—though Yechan definitely did.

Yechan’s gaze lingered on the ink, curiosity flashing in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything.

“Oh, shoot,” M/n muttered, lowering his arm quickly. “It’s Mom. We should head back upstairs.”

As the four made their way back upstairs, M/n and Yechan fell behind their more talkative siblings, both of them awkwardly stealing glances at each other. There was a quiet tension between them, unspoken but palpable, as they lingered just out of earshot of Daena and Keeho.

M/n glanced at Yechan, who quickly looked away, his cheeks faintly pink. They both seemed unsure of what to say, the silence between them growing heavier with every step.

When they finally made it upstairs, the twins stepped outside to find their parents still deep in conversation. As they approached, the topic of lunch came up.

“Why don’t you guys come with us for lunch?” Mrs. Yoon asked with a warm smile. “The place we always go has amazing Korean food. I know you’re probably dying for a real homey kind of meal, Kara.”

Kara raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Homey kinda meal, huh? You’re not wrong,” she replied with a grin, clearly excited at the thought of a good, home-cooked-style meal.

The Korean restaurant bustled with life, the warm lighting casting a cozy glow over the large booth where the families gathered. Kara slid in first, followed by Daena, Keeho, and Mrs. Yoon. Mr. Yoon took a seat at the end, leaving M/n and Yechan to share the other side of the booth.

M/n hesitated, glancing at Yechan before sliding into the booth first, tucking himself against the wall. Yechan followed, sitting stiffly next to him, leaving a small but noticeable gap between them.

As menus were handed out, Kara turned to Mrs. Yoon. “It’s a shame your daughter couldn’t come. What’s she up to today?”

“She has gymnastics practice,” Mrs. Yoon said with a proud smile. “She’s been working hard for an upcoming competition.”

“Gymnastics? That’s incredible!” Kara said, her enthusiasm genuine. “Daena used to compete back in Vancouver. She loved it.”

Daena perked up at the mention. “Yeah, it’s been a while, but I’d love to get back into it.”

Mrs. Yoon’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Mina would love to meet you! Maybe they could practice together sometime.”

“That sounds perfect,” Kara said, turning to Daena with a grin. “You could use a friend here.”

While the adults chatted, M/n glanced sideways at Yechan, who was studying the menu intently. Not wanting to seem rude, he spoke softly. “Um, do you come here a lot?”

Yechan startled slightly but looked over at him, nodding quickly. “Yeah, it’s… one of our favorite spots. The kimchi jjigae is really good.”

“Oh. Cool.” M/n smiled faintly, looking back at his menu. After a pause, he added, “I’ve never had it before. Is it, like, really spicy?”

Yechan’s lips quirked up in a small smile. “Not too bad. You should try it.”

“Maybe I will,” M/n murmured, his fingers fiddling with the edge of the menu.

The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but neither seemed to know how to push the conversation further. Every so often, their shoulders brushed as Yechan shifted slightly, and M/n felt a blush creep up his neck.

“Hey, what are you two whispering about?” Keeho’s voice cut in from across the table, making both boys freeze.

“Nothing,” M/n said quickly, his voice slightly higher than usual. He ducked his head, pretending to study the menu again. Yechan turned back to his own menu, his ears tinged pink.

The dinner wrapped up without much fuss, the table full of empty dishes and the air light with easy conversation. Kara and Mrs. Yoon had spent most of the meal reminiscing and swapping work stories, while Keeho and Daena kept the energy up with their playful banter. Yechan and M/n barely exchanged words, though M/n felt Yechan’s quiet presence beside him like a shadow he couldn’t quite shake.

When the group finally stepped out into the cool evening air, M/n quietly slipped away from the group, drawn toward the brightly lit window of a record store nearby. The neon “OPEN” sign buzzed faintly, its light reflecting off the glass as M/n pressed closer to the display. Rows of vintage records caught his attention—Guns N’ Roses, Boney M., and some SOTD vinyls prominently displayed.

He let out a soft breath, his fingers twitching at his sides. This was his kind of space, somewhere far removed from the suffocating politeness of dinner and the confusing tug-of-war inside his head.

“You like that kinda music?”

The voice, soft but clear, made him stiffen. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Yeah,” M/n said after a pause, keeping his eyes on the display. “I collect them. When I can afford it, anyway.”

Yechan moved to stand beside him, his reflection appearing faintly in the glass. He didn’t say anything at first, just slipped his hands into his coat pockets and tilted his head as if studying the display himself.

“You’ve got an interesting taste,” Yechan said finally, his tone casual but his words landing heavy, like he was trying to say more than he let on.

M/n glanced at him, his gaze flickering briefly before returning to the window. “Yeah? Didn’t know you’d be into this kind of stuff.”

Yechan chuckled, the sound low and warm. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

M/n swallowed hard, the tension from dinner creeping back into his chest. It wasn’t just the words; it was the way Yechan said them, like he was deliberately pulling at a thread M/n didn’t want unraveled.

“Anyway,” M/n said, shifting on his feet. “I should probably—”

“You’ve got a tattoo.” Yechan’s voice cut through, soft but firm.

M/n froze for a moment, then glanced down instinctively at his arm, realizing the sleeve of his sweater had slipped up slightly. The edge of one of his tattoos peeked out, the dark lines stark against his skin.

“So what?” M/n muttered, tugging the fabric back down.

Yechan’s lips quirked into a faint smile, but his gaze stayed steady. “Nothing. Just didn’t expect it.”

There it was again—that strange undercurrent, like Yechan was circling him, trying to draw something out. M/n felt his pulse quicken, and for a moment, he couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or something else entirely.

“I should get back,” M/n said abruptly, stepping back from the window.

Yechan didn’t stop him, but as M/n turned away, he caught the faintest flicker of a smirk on Yechan’s face in the reflection.

The walk back to the group felt heavier than it should have, and even as they said their goodbyes and piled into the car, M/n couldn’t shake the feeling that Yechan had gotten under his skin in a way he wasn’t sure he liked—or understood.

Back at the apartment, the bathroom mirror was fogged from the warm air rising from the sink as M/n and Daena stood side by side, reclaiming their identities piece by piece.

Daena twisted her septum piercings back in, her reflection smirking at her brother. “You okay? You’ve been quiet since dinner.”

“I’m fine,” M/n replied curtly, focusing on threading his earring through the hole in his lobe and cuffs back at the top of his ears.

“Sure you are,” she teased, nudging him lightly. “You looked like a deer in headlights the whole time. Or maybe more like a deer being stalked.”

M/n paused, glancing at her through the mirror. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Daena raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to inspect her nose ring. “You tell me. Yechan barely looked at anyone else, and you? You looked like you didn’t know whether to run or… something else.”

M/n scowled, but his pulse betrayed him, quickening as he remembered the way Yechan’s eyes lingered, the way his voice had dipped just slightly, like he knew he was throwing M/n off balance.

“Whatever, I’m not falling in love with the church boy,” he muttered, shoving his cartilage piercing back in and turning toward the door.

Daena shrugged, watching him go with a knowing smirk. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

Alone in his room, M/n sat on his bed, his fingers idly tracing the edges of his tattoos through his sleeve. He couldn’t shake the feeling Yechan had left behind—a strange mix of curiosity and unease.

Hunted. That was the word Daena used, and as much as he hated to admit it, she wasn’t wrong.

M/n lay sprawled on his bed, the dim light of his bedside lamp casting a warm, hazy glow across his room. The soft hum of distant traffic filtered through the partially open window, a quiet backdrop to the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind. He stared up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling in a slow, uneven rhythm.

Yechan’s face lingered there, vivid in the soft shadows. The way his dark eyes had locked onto M/n, steady and unreadable, was impossible to forget. There had been something unsettling in that gaze—like Yechan had been looking at him, through him, peeling back the layers he kept hidden.

M/n shifted under the covers, his skin prickling with an almost unbearable awareness, and his hand traveled down to his crotch underneath his sweatpants. He could still feel Yechan’s presence beside him at the dinner table, the faint brush of his shoulder when he leaned too close, the low timbre of his voice curling around words that seemed to hold a double meaning. Slowly, M/n’s hand slow stroked himself hard as he leaned back on his pillow, lips clamped together to keep his sinful noises muted.

It wasn’t just the memory of Yechan’s smirk, his lips, as they stood by the record store window, or the quiet way he had said, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” It was the way he made M/n feel—cornered, exposed, and something else. Something electric.

M/n’s fingers tightened around the edge of his blanket as his mind wandered unbidden to the faint scent of Yechan’s cologne, how it lingered just enough to pull him in without overwhelming him. The thought of it made his stomach tighten, as his pace fastened and his whiny moans seeped through his lips. “Fuck,” he whined, covering his mouth with his free hand, a desire that his hand was Yechan’s, veins creeping up his slender fingers. With a few more strokes, M/n came with his body jolting with satisfaction.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration mingling with something deeper, harder to name as he reached over to his nightstand to grab some tissue and clean himself up then turned over. The air in the room felt heavy, and no matter how much he shifted, he couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position. His thoughts looped back to Yechan’s smirk, the almost predatory way he seemed to observe him, as though he was waiting for M/n to stumble, to react.

And M/n hated how much he had reacted—how his heart had pounded when their eyes met, how his pulse had quickened at Yechan’s quiet remarks.

He pressed his palms against his face, willing his thoughts to quiet, but the warmth pooling in his chest betrayed him. Yechan had gotten under his skin, in his head, and M/n wasn’t sure he could or even wanted to shake him out.

Now he felt like something horrible.

He felt like a sinner.

[oracle-of-dream]

Photo Finisher

Minors DNI

Summary: Yechan is from the rookie idol group, 82Majors, and his managers have set him up in the studio to get some amazing photos. But he's heard of your other prizes for good behavior, so he's interested in your other services...

Warnings: Male Reader, Blowjob, facial, degradation, domYechan, cum eating

Wordcount: 1.7k

You spent your morning selecting the songs for the playlist vibe you needed for today's photoshoot. Rookie idols were always tricky to deal with. Most were scared so stiff that they could hardly count as models...

Today, Yechan from 82Majors was your muse. The appointment was a last-minute order from management, and someone must've paid a chunk of money to call you in before noon. It's a part of your contract that you don't have to work before noon without an extra fee determined based on your mood for the day. It was 8am, so you told your boss to push for 40% higher than your usual rate. This usually moved companies away to pick a later time, but your boss immediately texted you back, telling you to get ready.

It was ten minutes before the photoshoot was supposed to start. Your staff set up everything from lights, cameras, software, and canvases. There was murmuring in the prep room, which is the room before entering the main studio, which meant the client had arrived. After some time, likely for hair and makeup to work him over, a young man with brown hair and strong cheekbones entered and greeted you.

"Hello, photographer y/n. It's a pleasure to be working with you, and thank you so much for taking our call so late minute." He bowed deeply.

"Yeah, hi. Just called me, y/n. Photographer y/n is a little much."

The boy nodded. "I-I'm Yechan, from 82Major!"

"I know who you are. I read the paperwork," you replied dryly.

Your morning coffee hadn't kicked in yet... This was going to be an extremely rough morning.

Yechan took his time to go around to the rest of the staff and introduce himself to each of them, handing out small gift bags from his company.

You looked at your phone for the time. 8AM.

"Okay, that's enjoy chitchat. I'm already at 30% on the irritated scale, and being behind schedule will make it jump to 50%."

With your clear directions, everyone hopped to attention and started scrambling to their stations. Yechan hustled off to get his hair and makeup re-touched before stepping onto the canvas.

"Yechan, if you have any issues or questions with the photos, tell me. The one thing I hate more than waking up early is someone who can't speak on issues.

Yechan nodded eagerly and took followed directions beautifully. Every single angle, down to the degree, was perfect. Clearly practiced. Because of that, you managed to wrap up the first set of photos easily.

"Let's take 10 and switch outfits. We're making excellent time, so let's keep the pace up." You announced to the team.

As you went back to your studio chair, Yechan approached you meekly.

"Yes?" you asked without looking at him, more interested in your phone.

"Um... I'd like to ask you about your services, sir." Yechan mumbled.

You rolled your eyes before looking at him. "My services? I'm a photographer. I take pictures. Be clear about what you want."

"Okay, then I'll be straightforward." Yechan took a deep breath before continuing, "I'd like to please you."

You raised an eye. "Please me? I'm happy enough that we're ahead of schedule. You want me to be happy? Keep working hard."

Yechan shook his head. "I don't know if there's some sort of secret code or something... it's honestly a little embarrassing to just say, you know."

You giggled in your seat, finally looking up from your phone. Yechan was a pretty good-looking man. Knows his angles, good body proportions, and a face card that doesn't look like it'll decline with its high limit. You bet he was about 6 1/2 inches, with a left curve. You read that he was from Canada and the brother of another idol, but you can't remember the brother's name...

You sat back in your chair. "Do you mean you want to have sex with me, boy?"

Yechan's face got pink instantly. "Well, they said you were really frank. But I still didn't–"

"So it's a no?"

"It's a yes! I do want to have... s–sex with you."

You smiled. "And what did you have in mind, young man?" The age gap between you wasn't big, but you could tell he was melting from you treating him like he's the younger in this situation.

"I want to do whatever makes you happy."

"So you have no plan? That's not very well prepared of you."

"I'm pretty skilled though! I got a few tricks!"

You smiled bigger. "Tricks? And what if I refuse? Yechan's face turned white. He clearly didn't consider the possibility of you saying no to him. "You didn't think I was some prostitute, did you? That you could just say, sex, and I'll give it?"

He shook his head, "No! Of course not–I'd never think that."

"Then tell me, what would you want? If you can have anything from this."

He looked around before getting closer to whisper. "Um... If I could choose. I think I'd be really into cumming on your face after you suck me off, and maybe I call you a few names and stuff..."

"Oh, that's it?"

He shrugged. "I'm a rather simple guy..."

"Then, simply guy, let's finish this up so we can get busy," you winked at him as you went off to find more of your staff, leaving him alone with a clear boner.

The photoshoot resumed, Yechan in his new outfit. The crop top really complimented his figure, and honestly got you more excited for what was coming. You could also tell he was pretty excited. His cock could barely stay inside his pants, a few pictures had his tip peeking out, and you personally deleted those to save him from the embarrassment.

After the photoshoot, Yechan went into the dressing room to get changed. You dismissed the staff for the night, thanked everyone for being present, and then walked into the dressing room.

"Hello? Anyone home?" You called.

Yechan let out a small yelp, covering himself. "I'm in here!"

"Yes, obviously. I came here to find you." You closed the door and locked it behind you. "I'm here to give you the reward you requested for being such a good boy today."

Yechan's face was red, his shirt and underwear were on, but his pants were still on the floor.

You winked at him, "easy access? For me? How considerate."

"That's not–"

You dropped to your knees and started crawling over to him. "This is your reward, remember? Anything you want goes, but if either of us says stop, we're done."

Yechan nodded, still covering his crotch.

You crawled right up to him, your face inches away from his dick. "Are you going to hide all day? Isn't it your desire to take charge?" You unbutton your shirt, letting it sensually slide down your shoulders, but not taking it off completely.

"So, I can just go?" Yechan asked again to be sure.

"Yep, just–" Yechan pulled your hair and pushed you into his crotch, making you huff his musk. Slightly sweaty, but pretty clean. You could feel his cock throbbing under the thin fabric, 6 1/2 inches, and curved to the left... You moved your hand to touch it, but Yechan slapped it away.

"Did I tell you to use your hands, s–slut!?" He hesitated at calling you a slut. But the submissive look in your eye reaffirmed him. "Use your mouth to take it out."

You maneuvered your mouth to his waistband, nose grinding against his abs, and dragged his boxes down. His cock smacked you in the face as you moved. His balls were heavy and full, he was throbbing like crazy, and even a slight graze earned a guttural groan. Yechan had really been waiting for you...

"Get to work, whore."

You look up at him, still keeping your hands off him as you caught his cock in your mouth and started licking.

"More than that, I don't want you half-assing it. I'm a busy man!" He pulled on your hair, pulling you into him to make you take more.

Yechan was starting to get more into it, which made you want to mess with him. He wouldn't last long if you tried to push him to it, but if he's so busy, then he can handle it. You straightened your back, corrected his hand to move your head and not pull your hair, and relaxed your jaw. Yechan noticed the change in your attitude as he started getting greedy. Pushing you deep, holding you there, all while telling you how much of an attention whore you are. You pressed him more, flattening your tongue and turning off the gag reflex. You were taking over.

"Wait, holy f–fuck," he moaned as he grabbed a nearby table. "Oh, you're so good. So, so, good at this." You squeezed his balls, earning more praise. "My balls too! Fu–fuck, baby just like that. Keep chugging it." He pushed you down, controlling the tempo, making it faster. "Your mouth is amazing, I–I'm gonna fucking cum." He almost whined as you pulled off of him, jerking him off and licking his tip. His pressure was building. Fast. "Please let me cum on your face!"

You giggled. "Say it in character!"

Yechan's words were still fumbling. "I–I will cum on your face?" He questioned before you squeezed his balls firmly. "God Damn," his cum shot out and landed on your face. "My... g–god." He wouldn't stop, pump after pump. It was at last 8 pumps, full of cum, now on your face. Each was accompanied by a thrust and whining moans from Yechan. You stroked him through it all, milking him completely before giving the tip a lick and a kiss.

"All done?"

Yechan breathlessly smeared his cum on your face, using his cock. Pushing it toward your mouth. "I'm sorry for the mess..." He said breathlessly.

You pulled out your phone and took a picture with Yechan. Cock still out and cum on your face, but a little less as you wiped some off. You put the tip back in your mouth for your picture, earning more begging from Yechan.

"P–Please! No more, I can't cum again!"

You help Yechan finish getting dressed and clean yourself up, sending him on his way and adding his photo to the folder with the others...

[silly-flower419]

MDNI

Trying not to thirst over Yechan again but oh well

Imagine sucking him off so good and he turns into a mess while he can't even think straight and starts to speak konglish with you because he can't handle the pleasure as he grips the bedsheets and turns into a moaning mess

[badtitude]

≡ DIAMONDS OR THEM PEARLS !! 82Major

(when you get on facetime with them ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 561 words : fluff + friends to .. : stream face time by 82. thanks for reading feedback + reblogs are appreciated !!

- Seongil

hates facetiming but will succumb if you ask enough

he pops on and off camera a lot bc he wants to show you smth or wants you to see the face he’s making

takes awkward screenshots for memories sake

he’s more of a listener than a yapper but when it’s his turn to talk he makes sure to make it lasts.

he’s like a reactive listener so he’s constantly humming and nodding when you tell him stuff and its lowk cute

- Yechan

he’s always willing to listen to you as long as he get to see your face as well

when he starts talking he usually ends up going on for a while, luckily his stories are never boring so you’re happy to listen

sometimes he’s barely paying attention to you just living his life and letting you watch him, once in a while he’ll say something directed at you before going back to his business

he like does fashion shows and really entertaining stuff for the camera to keep your interest.

even if there’s distance it feels like he’s fr there bc of how long the face times last and his natural allure.

- Seongmo

he’s like 5mm away from the screen and it’s adorable

he has a resting aegyo face so when he’s listening to you talk or watching u do wtv he just looks super cute

he takes you everywhere with him bc he doesn’t want to miss out on a second of your face. he might drop his phone a few times in the process

“i wish i was with you rn”, “you look so cute today i wish i could kiss you”

9 times out of 10 he’s the one who suggested the call

- Seongbin

sets up a space for his phone for the call and barely moves it.

he’s listening to you constantly even when hes no where in the frame.

most of the time he’s just watching you enamored by everything that you are while you talk about anything

he calls more often than not bc he likes seeing your face even if you don’t say anything to each other

he never ends the call, he’ll let you if you’re tired or have somewhere to be but won’t end it himself if you fall asleep on the call or if he has something come up.

- Seokjoon

he’s getting himself comfortable, in bed shirtless or sleeveless vest, dim lights raspy voice

he does it bc he knows how it gets to you and luckily for him it works every time

he’ll end up making fun of your sudden shyness whenever he’s on camera

“were you drinking? you’re looking a bit flushed” “what exactly are you looking at right now?”

you always end up talking late into the night bc he genuinely enjoys talking to you aside from the teasing

- Dogyun

your calls happen at the most random times of the day, in the spur of the moment bc of something you see or hear and then you hang up hours later

Imessage games during facetime

ends up leading to the most absurd conversation topics no matter where you started from

you coincidentally end up finding each other in real life while on facetime

you have the most fun when you’re on the phone with him bc of how unpredictable it is.

[x-82]

MDNI

he looks so good i’m not sane at all ?!?! the things i’d let him do to me 🫠

he’s so cute and pretty and ughh some1 shut me up before i speak further

[blossominghunnie]

Quick poll! So Ik what imagine finish and put out first. :)

[svmjaeyvn]

hidden love, l.hs

synopsis: there were two things that park jongseong reiterated to you growing up.

1: he was the better, funnier, smarter, awesomer sibling and always would be, and 2: you were to never, ever, fall for any guys like his friends, literally and figuratively.

the first was a lie, one you always rolled your eyes at and the second was something 12-year-old you always agreed to without hesitation. but with time, they soon both became a fib from your lips, 14-year-old you coming to the disastrous realization that boys weren't as icky as you once thought and your older brother's best friend had the prettiest smile (when he wasn't being annoying.) as you continued to grow older, those fluttering emotions grew as well, even with him heading off to university it seemed to leave you with a sense of longing, happier than ever when he'd visit.

until you were 16 and he came home with a girl, one that was far prettier than you were able to compete with in your head and nice enough to be a saint. your hopeless, devastating one-sided crush was forced to be swallowed without much pride, though it held no avail until you dramatically decided to never speak to heeseung again. and it worked, ignoring all his calls and texts, avoiding your family home like the plague whenever your brother was home for break if he was visiting, and simply acting entirely clueless in the unfortunate circumstances that you did end up caught by him, chalking it up to dramatic teenage hormones.

once you reached the age of it being your turn to head to college, you signed up for every exchange program possible, leaving you traveling the world for three years that passed with no contact and your once-upon-a-time crush nearly forgotten. that was until you came back home, finally settling to finish uni and all of a sudden you were a kid again, fawning over your brother's best friend who didn't know how to leave you alone. this time though, heeseung didn't see you as that annoying kid who followed jay around, he saw you for you which scared him so much more with how you've grown and nothing was worse than him feeling something for his best friend's off-limits little sister.

featuring: lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon, nishimura riki, kim sunoo, yang jungwon, hanni pham, kim chaweon, yoon keeho, yoon yechan

status: writing. start: 03/30/24. end: tba.

genre: non-idol!au, college/young adult!enha, heeseung x reader, slight age gap (4 years), brothers best friend trope

content & warnings: age gap??? (slightly questionable morality but no romantic feelings or grooming since they end up with no contact for years until adulthood), cursing, drinking, all that jazz, innuendos, sexual humor, suggestive content, possible smut, forbidden relationship, sneaking around, overprotective jay, jay tries to fight heeseung cause duh, crazy exs, stalker mention, slow burn since they're both in denial, heeseung kind of toxic mentality which is forced to be fix, angst but fluffy ending (?)

a/n: based off the cdrama. watched it months ago but shit had me giggling and kicking my feet even if it's cliche. heeseung is so forbbidden older love coded i had to. im trying to make this a oneshot so well see how long it is,,,,,,, the plot will develop from when they were kids to adulthood to provide some background. once the actual romance starts heeseung will be 24 and reader will be 20 (the year will be 2025). all my drafts and writing has been about jake so im branching out (i love my man tho so he'll have his moments here). anyway! lets see how long it takes me to finish up this one

word count: 6k (as of now)

taglist: closed! (86 of you have responded omg)

[srslyscary]

RUNWAY TO REPLAY ⌗ SONG MINGI

SYPNOSIS 𖦹 in hopes of getting away from modeling and college as you usually do, you hop on a valorant match with your friends. but when some new guy is playing and makes you all lose the whole match, you have no choice but to have beef.

PAIRING 𖦹 streamer!song mingi x streamer + model!fem reader

GENRE 𖦹 smau, fluff, comedy, romance, “enemies” to friends to lovers

FEATURES 𖦹 ateez, yoon keeho, haku shota, bibi, kim doeun, yoon yechan, morrow lily, an extra oc

FACECLAIM 𖦹 kim sejeong

CONTENTS 𖦹 kms/kys jokes, valorant nerds, slander jokes, ipad kids, swearing, stupidity

STARTED 𖦹 9 - 16 - 24

STATUS 𖦹 in progress

PROFILES + CHAPTERS

SILLIES ★ 8MAKES1 ★ THE RUGRATS

001. come outside im not gonna jump you !!!

002. preach sister (i guess)

003. you really are cursed mingi. (w.c 1.6k)

004. coming soon ..

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[sosaverse]

. ݁₊ STRAWBERRY CAKE

pairing ⋮ greaser! yoon keeho x soc! black fem! reader

ᝰ.ᐟ in which the pretty girl of the west side soc’s find herself gracefully falling for a barbaric greaser. his actions were always suboptimal and his future of ever stopping his mischievous ways and being successful are ran through the dirt. but what if the soc’s civility and calming nature is able to save the greaser before it’s too late?

genre ⋮ enemies to lovers/forbidden love au, fluff + angst, bad/no happy ending

warnings ⋮ major character death(s), story takes place in the 60’s + sometimes in hs, mentions of gang rivalry + fighting, classism, profanity, use of alcohol and tobacco, mentions of usage + possessions of blades, harassment, story is inspired by the concept of the book/movie “the outsiders” (it’s really good!)

features ⋮ the rest of p1h, yechan of 82major, felix of stray kids, other ocs that do not really matter to the story/fillers

“ you guys know what greasers are?

white trash with long, greasy hair. ”

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄ 「 profiles 」

“ you know what a soc is?

white trash with mustangs and madras. ”

STATUS? idk

001 . somethin’ sweet (wk : ???) | ???

002 . curiosity loves the cat

003 . the same sunset

…… more coming soon

a/n : the way i was fighting tooth and damn nail making the gradient words 😭. anyways the reactions and masterlist will make a comeback eventually, i just felt myself becoming so overwhelmed with all the writings, i started deleting everything. to keep myself on the ground, i’m gonna go slow with this smau (?) until i feel like i’m good with writing headcannons and all that again.

[duachai]

원죄 ORIGINAL SIN PT 2 - YECHAN | 82MAJOR

There's something I have to say to you. If you promise you'll understand.

♱ PAIRING : YOON YECHAN X MALE READER

♱ SYNOPSIS : Two boys, grappling with their identities and the weight of religious expectations, find solace and forbidden connection during a church retreat. Amidst guilt, judgment, and longing, they discover the courage to confront their feelings and embrace the truth about themselves.

♱ CONTENT WARNING : This writing contains explicit sexual content and mature themes.

♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : This was inspired by Yes, God, Yes (2019.) & the Korean film Original Sin

LINKS : Part One | Wattpad | Kofi

The following Sunday, the twins found themselves back at the church, their mother ushering them inside with the same hopeful enthusiasm. This time, M/n noticed that Yechan and Keeho were already seated in the pews, their Bibles resting on their laps. He felt a flicker of something, nerves, maybe? Yechan’s eyes briefly met his before darting away. 

During the sermon, M/n’s focus wandered. He tried to pay attention, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the subtle tension in Yechan’s posture and the way Keeho leaned in to whisper something that made Yechan smile. It was a small, fleeting expression, but M/n found himself oddly curious about what caused it. 

After the service, Mrs. Yoon once again suggested they head downstairs for Bible study. M/n groaned inwardly but followed along, Daena shooting him a knowing look as they descended the narrow staircase. 

This time, the room wasn’t as intimidating. The same kids were there, their chatter filling the air as they settled in. M/n sat at the table, this time directly across from Yechan. He noticed how the other boy avoided eye contact, his fingers fidgeting with the pages of his Bible. 

The youth leader, a cheerful woman with a bright scarf tied around her neck, began passing out worksheets. “Today, we’re talking about temptation and how to resist it,” she announced brightly. 

The words sent a jolt through M/n, who immediately felt like every pair of eyes in the room was on him. He ducked his head, pretending to focus on the worksheet, though his mind was to his actions of last evening. 

“Temptation can come in many forms,” the youth leader continued, her voice upbeat but firm. “It could be something small, like the urge to say something unkind, or something bigger, like breaking trust. And sometimes,” she added, lowering her tone slightly, “it’s a struggle within ourselves-a conflict between what we feel and what we believe is right.” 

M/n’s grip on his pen tightened. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yechan glance up, his gaze lingering on M/n before quickly returning to his worksheet. 

They were tasked with filling in examples of temptations they struggled with, but M/n’s page remained blank. He stared at the empty lines, feeling a strange weight settle over him. Across the table, Yechan’s pen moved hesitantly. His fingers trembled slightly, and M/n couldn’t help but wonder if their struggles might not be so different. 

When it came time to share, Keeho was the first to speak. “For me, it’s definitely gossip,” he admitted with a small laugh. “I mean, have you met my sister?” The group chuckled, the tension easing slightly. 

Others shared in turn, each response met with nods and understanding smiles. But when it was Yechan’s turn, he froze. The room grew quiet, all eyes on him. 

“I guess…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced briefly at M/n before looking away again. “Sometimes it’s hard to… stay true to myself when I feel like people are expecting something different.” 

The words hung in the air, heavier than before. M/n felt his heart thud in his chest, the unspoken meaning striking closer to home than he expected. Yechan’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly looked down, his hand gripping the edge of the table. 

Before the leader could press him further, M/n cleared his throat. “I think… it’s easy to feel like you’re not enough,” he said, surprising even himself. His voice was steady, but his hands felt clammy. “Like you have to pretend to be someone else just to fit in. Or… to be accepted.” 

Yechan’s head lifted slightly, his eyes meeting M/n’s for a fleeting moment. There was something unspoken in that look-a mix of gratitude, recognition, and fear. 

The session ended with a prayer, and as the kids began to filter out, M/n found himself lingering near the door. Yechan was still at the table, slowly packing up his things. 

“You, uh… said some good stuff back there,” M/n mumbled, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. 

Yechan looked up, startled, before offering a small smile. “Thanks. So did you.” 

For the first time, their exchange felt… real. No awkwardness, no pretense. Just two boys trying to navigate an unspoken understanding that neither dared put into words. 

As they made their way upstairs to rejoin their families, M/n couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted-something small, but significant. And maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one wrestling with questions about himself. 

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The twins stood in the church parking lot, their duffel bags slung over their shoulders, as their mom fussed over them with the enthusiasm of someone who believed this weekend would bring about divine transformation. 

“Remember, this retreat is about building your relationship with God,” she said, adjusting Daena’s collar and smoothing M/n’s hair. “And no sneaking off or getting into trouble, understood?” 

“Yes, Mom,” Daena replied dutifully, though her tone carried an edge of exasperation. 

“Uh-huh,” M/n muttered, shifting uncomfortably under his mom’s eager gaze. He glanced at the church bus idling nearby, its windows filled with the faces of kids he vaguely recognized from Sunday school and Bible study. His stomach churned. 

As they boarded, the youth leader, Sister Rachel, greeted them with her trademark smile. “Welcome, welcome! You’re going to have such a meaningful time!” 

M/n nodded, forcing a smile in return. Daena shot him a look, one eyebrow raised as if to say Yeah, right. 

The bus ride was filled with chatter and the occasional burst of laughter. M/n slumped into a window seat, trying to block out the noise, but his ears perked up when he heard a familiar voice. 

“Do you think they’ll make us do trust falls again?” Keeho’s sarcastic drawl floated from somewhere behind him. 

“Better than the sharing circle,” Yechan replied, his tone quieter but tinged with humor. 

M/n glanced over his shoulder and saw Yechan and Keeho sitting together, their heads bent close as they laughed about something. His heart did a weird little flip, and he quickly turned back to stare out the window. 

The camp itself was nestled in a wooded area, complete with rustic cabins and a large, open-air chapel. Sister Rachel wasted no time organizing them into groups, assigning tasks, and laying out the weekend’s itinerary, which included everything from team-building activities to nightly prayer sessions. 

“Boys’ cabins are on the left, girls’ on the right,” she announced. “Lights out at 10 p.m., and absolutely no crossing over! God is always watching!” 

M/n rolled his eyes, earning a smirk from Daena before they parted ways. 

The first day was a blur of awkward icebreakers and forced smiles. During dinner, M/n found himself seated at a table with Yechan and Keeho. The conversation flowed easily between the two friends, but M/n mostly kept quiet, content to observe. 

That night, as they settled into their bunks, the mood shifted. The older boys in the cabin started cracking jokes, the kind that skirted the edges of propriety but stopped just short of getting them in trouble. 

“So, anyone ever do it?” one boy asked, his grin mischievous. 

“Do what?” another shot back, feigning innocence. 

“You know… it,” the first boy said, waggling his eyebrows. 

A chorus of laughter erupted, and M/n felt his face heat up. He glanced at Yechan, who was sitting on the edge of his bunk, his expression unreadable. Keeho, however, seemed unbothered, throwing in a quip that had the whole cabin howling. 

Later, as the cabin quieted down and the other boys drifted off to sleep, M/n lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were a tangled mess-snippets of conversations, lingering glances, and the weight of unspoken questions swirling in his mind. 

The next day, during a group discussion about sin and repentance, Sister Rachel handed out slips of paper and instructed everyone to write down a temptation they struggled with. The papers would be collected and burned during the evening prayer, a symbolic act of surrendering one’s sins to God. 

M/n stared at the blank paper in front of him, his pen hovering uncertainly. Around him, kids scribbled away, their expressions ranging from earnest to smug. 

“What are you writing?” Keeho whispered, leaning over. 

“None of your business,” M/n shot back, shoving the paper into his pocket. 

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the campgrounds as the evening prayer session began. The group gathered around a bonfire, the flickering flames casting long shadows over the gravel. M/n stood near the edge of the circle, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, trying to ignore the weight of the situation. 

Sister Rachel led them in prayer, her voice soft and welcoming. Everyone had already written down their struggles-temptations and sins they wished to confess-and now it was time for the ceremonial burning. The slips of paper were dropped into the fire one by one, each one representing a burden released. But to M/n, it felt like a performance, a way to feel better without really confronting anything. He hadn’t written anything down. What could he say? The truth? 

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a presence beside him. He turned slightly, finding Yechan standing quietly next to him. The firelight reflected in Yechan’s eyes, making his expression hard to read. 

“You didn’t write anything?” Yechan asked, his voice low but curious. 

M/n glanced at him, his chest tightening. “What was I supposed to write? That I feel like a fake?” His voice was barely a whisper, but he could feel the weight of his own words. 

Yechan didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took a deep breath, then pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. He stared at it for a long moment before looking at M/n. “I wrote about something… I didn’t want anyone to know,” he confessed, his voice shaking slightly. “It’s hard to be honest in front of all these people. They… they make you feel like you're wrong for things you can’t change.” 

M/n tilted his head, studying Yechan. The boy was always so composed, so confident seeing him vulnerable, in this moment, made M/n feel less alone, but also more exposed. 

“What did you write?” M/n asked, his words tentative. 

Yechan hesitated, swallowing hard. “I wrote about the first time I… lost my virginity,” he said, his voice quiet but steady, his eyes glued to the fire as if it could swallow his words. “It was with another guy.” He paused, glancing at M/n. “And after, I felt ashamed. Not because I didn’t want it, but because everyone says it’s wrong. That it’s… a sin.” 

M/n’s heart pounded in his chest. He swallowed, his own past rising up like a wave, threatening to crash over him. He had never spoken about it—had never even let himself acknowledge it—but Yechan’s words felt like a lifeline, something he could cling to in the storm of his own confusion. 

“I—” M/n’s throat tightened, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he could say the words. But looking at Yechan, at his open vulnerability, something in him cracked. “I was with a guy too,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “It felt good in the moment, but then I woke up the next day feeling like… like I’d done something wrong.” 

Yechan turned to face him fully now, his expression softening, as if he understood. “Yeah, exactly. Like we were just supposed to ignore it and go on with our lives, pretending it didn’t happen.” 

M/n glanced at the fire, feeling the heat on his face as if it could burn away all the shame that had been building inside him. “I don’t think it was a mistake, but everyone around me... they make me feel like it was. Like I'm going to hell for it.” 

Yechan nodded slowly, his gaze distant. “Same. It’s like they’re all just waiting for us to fail. Waiting for us to mess up so they can say, ‘See? That’s what happens when you don’t follow the rules.’” 

The flames crackled, popping as a log shifted, but in that moment, everything else around them felt like it faded into the background. It was just the two of them, standing there, their shared silence speaking volumes. 

“I don’t want to be judged anymore,” M/n admitted, his voice cracking slightly. “I’m just… so tired of pretending to be someone I’m not.” 

Yechan looked at him, his eyes thoughtful. “You don’t have to pretend. I don’t know what the right answer is, or if anyone does. But maybe... maybe we don’t have to hide who we are. We don’t have to make ourselves small to fit into their idea of what’s ‘right.’” 

M/n felt a strange, almost overwhelming sense of relief. The idea of being allowed to just be felt like a weight lifting off his shoulders. He didn’t know if he could live the way everyone expected him to, or if it was even possible, but at least in this moment, with Yechan standing beside him, it felt like there might be another way. 

“Do you think… do you think God would forgive us?” M/n asked softly, unsure why the question felt so important now. 

Yechan didn’t hesitate. “I think God would forgive anyone who’s truly sorry. But more than that, I think He’d want us to be honest. To not hide who we are or what we feel. That’s what I believe, anyway.” 

The fire crackled between them, casting dancing shadows across their faces as the air around them grew colder. M/n’s mind was swirling, his heart pounding louder than the rhythm of the fire. He had never felt this exposed, this raw before, even in his own thoughts. His mind wandered back to that moment—the first time he’d seen Yechan, the way his heart had skipped a beat, the way he couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

But here, now, in this place that promised to be a refuge, M/n couldn’t keep pretending that those feelings weren’t there. They weren’t just fleeting moments anymore. They had settled in his chest, burrowing deep into his heart. 

He swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably. His eyes darted to Yechan, who was still looking at him, and for a brief second, he caught the vulnerability in Yechan’s gaze that mirrored his own. 

Finally, the words slipped out, soft and unsure but undeniable. “But... would God forgive me if I said I thought you were... were cute?” 

The silence that followed felt like a heavy weight pressing on M/n’s chest. His heart thudded painfully in his ears. He couldn’t believe he had actually said it out loud. His face burned with shame, but there was something else in him too—fear, hope, and the desperate longing to hear an answer that might change everything. 

Yechan froze, his eyes wide with surprise. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself, swallowing hard, his hands still tightly gripping his Bible. He looked down, his expression softening as if he were trying to make sense of what M/n had just said. 

For a moment, M/n thought he had overstepped, that Yechan might back away from him or call him crazy. But instead, Yechan looked back up, his eyes meeting M/n’s with an intensity that made M/n’s breath catch. 

“Honestly?” Yechan’s voice was quiet but steady. “I don’t know what God would say. But I think...” He hesitated, his gaze flickering to the fire, then back to M/n. “I think you’re brave for saying it. For admitting it. And... maybe that’s the first step to being okay with it.” 

M/n blinked, trying to make sense of Yechan’s words. “Brave? For thinking you’re cute?” 

Yechan chuckled softly, a short burst of laughter that eased some of the tension between them. “Yeah. Because we’re not supposed to say those things, right? We’re not supposed to feel them either.” He leaned a little closer, his voice dropping lower, almost conspiratorial. “But sometimes I think... maybe we’re wrong about all of it. About what we’re supposed to feel, and who we’re supposed to be. Maybe God isn’t about fitting into some mold. Maybe He just wants us to be honest.” 

M/n’s chest tightened. “Honest? About this? About... me?” 

Yechan’s expression softened. “Yeah, M/n. About you. About what you want. What you feel. About who you are.” He paused, a brief flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, then added, “And maybe... maybe I think you’re cute too.” 

M/n’s breath caught in his throat, his heart skipping. The words hung in the air between them, tentative but real, and for the first time in a long time, M/n felt like he wasn’t alone in his confusion. 

There, in the warmth of the firelight, surrounded by their own struggles and the quiet hum of the night, M/n realized that this moment—this truth they had just shared—might not be the end of something. It might be the beginning of something much, much bigger. And for the first time, he didn’t feel like the world was waiting for him to fail. Maybe, just maybe, he could be himself. 

Yechan’s gaze lingered on M/n, as if trying to make sense of what had just passed between them. The fire crackled softly, its light flickering in Yechan's eyes, and M/n could feel the tension growing, thickening the air between them. There was a weight to the silence, something unspoken that seemed to hang in the space just beyond their words. 

M/n shifted uncomfortably, his heart racing in his chest. “Do you wanna... do you want to talk about this more?” His voice was tentative, unsure of how to navigate the vulnerability now exposed between them. He didn’t want to back away from this, not now. Not after everything they’d shared, everything they’d said. But he wasn’t sure what the right next step was. “Let’s go... somewhere more private.” 

Yechan blinked, his lips parting as if considering the offer. The air felt thick with the weight of their unspoken desires, but there was something in M/n’s voice—something real—that made Yechan’s defenses crumble. This wasn’t just curiosity anymore. This was want. 

“Yeah...” Yechan replied softly, his eyes never leaving M/n's face. He nodded slowly, as if testing the idea, but the uncertainty in his voice was almost immediately replaced by a quiet yearning. “I think... I think we should.” 

The fire continued to crackle behind them, but the world outside of it seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them standing there, suspended in this fragile moment of understanding. With one last glance at the others who still gathered around the campfire, M/n stood, his legs slightly unsteady as he motioned for Yechan to follow. 

They walked in silence, their footsteps crunching on the gravel path leading away from the campfire and deeper into the woods. The night was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant sound of crickets. The cool night air brushed against M/n’s face, but his heart was still racing. He kept his pace slow, letting Yechan catch up. 

When they finally found a secluded spot behind the cabins, hidden from the view of the others, M/n turned to face him. The trees swayed gently overhead, and the air between them felt even more charged now that they were alone. 

M/n’s throat felt dry. “I just... I need to know, Yechan. Is it wrong? Is this... what we’re feeling?” He wanted to reach out, to touch him, to close the distance that still lingered in the air between them, but he didn’t know if it was okay. He didn’t know if he was okay. 

Yechan took a slow breath, his voice low and steady. “I don’t know if it’s wrong. I don’t know what we’re supposed to feel, but...” He paused, his fingers brushing nervously against the edge of his shirt. “But I know I don’t want to feel ashamed of it. Not with you.” 

The admission left M/n speechless, his heart swelling in his chest as the distance between them seemed to vanish. Yechan was standing there, open and raw, offering him something M/n hadn’t expected—acceptance. 

“I just...” M/n took a step closer, his voice trembling as the vulnerability flooded back. “I don’t want to be judged anymore. Not by anyone. Not by you.” 

Yechan stepped forward, closing the gap between them, his eyes soft with understanding. “You won’t be. Not by me.” 

M/n’s breath hitched, and before he could think too much about it, he reached up, his hand trembling as it cupped Yechan’s cheek. Yechan didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. 

“Are you sure?” M/n whispered, the question hanging between them like a fragile promise. 

Yechan’s lips curved slightly, his voice almost a whisper as he answered, “Yeah. I’m sure.” 

And in that quiet, hidden space beneath the trees, with the world outside seeming far away, M/n finally allowed himself to breathe again, letting the weight of his feelings wash over him. 

The air between them crackled with anticipation, the silence heavy with everything they hadn’t yet said. M/n could feel his pulse racing in his throat, his heart thundering in his chest. Yechan was standing so close now, the space between them nearly nonexistent. His breath was warm against M/n’s skin, his presence overwhelming, making it hard to focus on anything but him. 

M/n’s fingers still lingered against Yechan’s cheek, and for a moment, he was caught in the feeling of his soft skin beneath his touch. Yechan’s eyes fluttered open, locking with M/n’s, and in that instant, everything shifted. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the quiet sound of their breathing. 

“I... I don’t want to feel this way alone,” M/n whispered, his voice thick with the weight of his confession. His thumb gently traced the line of Yechan’s jaw, almost as if memorizing the feeling of him. “Not anymore.” 

Yechan’s lips parted, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His eyes softened, a flicker of vulnerability passing through them before he stepped closer, closing the remaining space between them. 

“I don’t want to be alone either,” Yechan murmured, and before M/n could say anything more, he tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes, his lips brushing gently against M/n’s. 

At first, it was soft, a tentative meeting of lips, a question in the way they pressed together. But as M/n’s heart soared, his body instinctively leaning into Yechan’s, the kiss deepened. Yechan’s hands found M/n’s waist, pulling him closer, his fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt as if trying to feel him more. M/n responded without hesitation, his hand sliding into Yechan’s hair, tugging him even closer, the heat between them igniting with a passion neither of them had expected. 

The kiss grew urgent, their mouths moving in sync as though they were both starved for this connection. M/n’s chest ached with a desire he couldn’t quite name, but it felt right—perfect, even—as Yechan’s lips melded with his. The touch was electric, sending jolts of warmth flooding through his veins. His heart beat wildly, and the world around them seemed to vanish completely. 

Yechan’s hands slid up M/n’s back, pulling him tighter against him, his body flush with M/n’s. M/n could feel the steady thrum of Yechan’s heartbeat, matching his own as they lost themselves in the kiss, in each other. The cool night air seemed distant now, their bodies a fire of warmth and longing. 

When they finally pulled away, gasping for breath, their foreheads rested together, both of them fighting to steady their breathing. M/n’s lips tingled, his whole body alight with the intensity of the kiss. Yechan’s eyes were half-lidded, a small, almost vulnerable smile on his face. 

“Are you sure?” M/n whispered, his voice shaky but filled with the same longing he could see reflected in Yechan’s eyes. 

Yechan nodded, his thumb brushing over M/n’s lip gently. “Yeah. I’m sure.” 

And in that moment, they didn’t need to say anything else. The kiss had spoken for them, sealing the unspoken promise between them, a promise of something more, something real. 

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Jealous or angry (after they had a huge argument) sex.

Thank you 😊

Alright no problem I'll write it ASAP hope you'll like it once it's finished