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[hyunsibae]

Needy

Bang Chan x reader

Notes: smut is not my strongest suit but I just wanted to rock this one through!! 😼

• Warnings: 18+ Content and plenty of swearing.

You’ve had enough, yes you have. He’s so busy with work, day and night to the point where you get nooooo time with him. The only time you get with him is sleeping or eating, even then he’s so worried about taking work calls.

You get it, he has to take responsibility and keep up with the company he founded. But seriously? There’s no way he could fathom the idea of you in bed, fucking yourself with some half decent dildo. One that could barely compare to his teasing and size, the way he hushed your every noise if it gets too loud.

It seems that now he’s more irritated and annoyed whenever you come around. That’s simply because your sole purpose is to make him pay for leaving you alone for so long, it was never like this, so why does it have to be now? He’s gonna pay, you swear to it, if not pay, you’ll at least end this night with a fuck. (You haven’t been this dry since your ex, trust, he’s never fulfilled you the way Chan does.)

Your reasoning may be ridiculous but no girl would want to be in this position, this has to be stopped. You stormed inside of his office, whining as soon as you entered. “Channnnnnn, when are you gonna be done? You’ve been at this all day now.”

“I’ll be done in a minute, why?”

“Because I miss you soooo much.” You smiled, stepping over to his desk with a sly grin.

“I don’t buy it, what do ya’ want from me.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re working all the time and you aren’t spending time me-“

He sighed, this isn’t the first time you’ve barged into his office with complaints. Day after day, you come in here and just disturb his work. Messing with him, the keyboard, and all his important papers. Claiming he’s not spending enough time with you, knowing damn well he just took you out to see the latest movie released . “No, no, no. Yes I am, we’ve talked about this, just because I spend three hours in the office, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

Okay maybe you did lie, maybe you are dramatic. Maybe you are dragging him out of the office everyday to either go out to do something fun or take him to pound town (you plan to do it right now, heh…)

But in your defense, he’s extremely handsome, talented, and the most amazing boyfriend ever! You need him all day, every day, no exceptions. “What can I say? I just can’t get enough of you.” You poked out your lips.

He couldn’t help but smile, you were so fucking cute like this. Missing him every five seconds, he could never get tired of it. “Fine, let’s go.”

“Oh? That was easy, hehe.” Usually you’d have to beg him on your knees, literally, sometimes it wouldn’t work and sometimes it would. Either way, you’ve got him now, guiding you to the back where your shared bed room would be.

“On the bed, all the way up there.” You bit your lip with excitement, watching as he removed his tie, the skin on his neck absolutely gracing your eyesight. “Why are you so hot? Gosh I swear..”

“And why are you adorable.” Chan kneels between your legs, Finger tips swiping across the beginning of your tights, pinching both those and your panties before sliding them down, and somewhere on the floor. He leans in to press open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, his warm breath sending shivers through you.

"Beautiful," he breathes, his gaze roaming over the glaze of wetness all long your folds. Mouth watering at the sight, needing to taste that oh, so sensitive clit of yours.

His fingers finding and circling your clit, "You're already so wet for me, aren't you?” Slowly, he works his way up to fuller strokes, applying steady pressure and varying speeds to examine your reactions. You don’t just react, you don’t even think, you go blank. It’s like you no longer have a mind of your own. How could he switch you up so easily, from needy to satisfied. Let’s be honest though, you could never get enough of him, your words. Chan makes you feel things that you’ll thirst over forever.

His other hand comes to rest lightly on your lower abdomen, holding you still as he coaxes you closer to the edge.

The sharp gasp that escapes your lips when his fingers made contact with your slick folds is there as proof. You whispered breathlessly, nothing but nonsense, there’s no more in which you could have said. Eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, the tension in your body began to build as his fingers danced across your sensitive inner walls.

As you grow more desperate beneath his touch, Chan increases the intensity of his movements, determined to push you over the maximum limit. “Don't stop, fuuck… please don't stop~.” You pleaded. Feeling his fingers plunge deeper, curling to stroke that sensitive spot within your core.

"Come on, give in to it," he urges, his voice a husky whisper. "Let go, I've got you." Chan's thumb applies firm pressure to your clit, rubbing in time with the thrusts of his fingers. The combination proves too much, and with a sharp cry, your body seizes up, trembling through a powerful orgasm.

"That's it, let it out," Chan soothes, continuing to work you through the aftershocks. He withdraws his fingers from your heat and rises to his knees. “You did so well, baby. Such a good girl f’me."

That’s it? That’s all? You get he has, everyone gets it, but he can’t just leave you hanging there.

“I want more.”

He can’t say, he didn’t expect this, he definitely expected this. “You want- What? You want more?” He chuckles at your statement, no, it sounded more like a demand. You rose from your state, body not even close to being done with him. Meeting up to him with your knees, guiding him towards the headboard. Lightly him pushing back as you wrap your legs around his waist. Once you start, you don’t stop.

“You don’t plan to drain me do ya?”

“Mmm… I do.” You smiled slyly. his clothed erection sends shivers all throughout your body. With deft fingers, she tugs your pants down, freeing your cock from its trap. He smirked, trying not to laugh at you, usually you’re too shy to do anything like this. Most of the time Chan would have you begging, pleading, you love feeling like nothing but his little one. Like he could do whatever he wants with you, fuck, he still can.

In the moment, you’re feeling a little different. Positioning yourself above him, your slick heat hovering close to his throbbing erection. Letting him slowly make his way inside. You gasped, bracing you hands on his chest as you slowly sink down onto him inch by delicious inch.

A low moan escapes your parted lips as he stretches and fills you completely, thick length buried to the hilt inside your tight, wet heat. You froze, legs tensing up, why does he feel so big and can’t you ever get used to him? “We can stop if it’s too much," he suggested.

“Nuh uh.” You refused with a pant, savoring the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him once again. Gripping his shoulders for support, you begin to move, rolling your hips in a sensual rhythm as you ride him with increasing desire.

He watches you intently, fantasizing at the erotic sight of you riding him with such control. Each slow, deliberate roll of your hips sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he can't help but let out soft moans of appreciation.

"That's it, baby girl, just like that," he praises, his voice thick with held back noises that’d soon be let out. "You're doing so beautifully. Your body was made for this, taking me deep inside you." Breathing out sentences that came purely from lust and driven with deep emotions, he needed this.

Chan's hands roamed over your curves, caressing and encouraging as you set the pace. The way he completely folds at you during a timing like this has you wanting to take advantage of him. Lifting yourself almost completely off his shaft, just to see his face of betrayal. He gasps, his cock twitching in anticipation of being buried back inside your welcoming heat.

“Don’t play like that… c’mon please?” Oh, oh, you don’t know why, but that just turned you on. A new kink? Don’t mind if you do.

With not a thought in that single brain of yours, you go over the ledge of words. “No, beg.”

He thinks you’re crazy, but he also doesn’t refuse. There’s nothing in this world that’d make him say no to you. What babygirl wants is what babygirl gets. “What?”

“I said, beg. Did I stutter?” It makes him snicker at the way you tried to be so scary, the sassy only being cute in his eyes. You could’ve had him, honest, but not tonight. He purrs, his voice dripping with seductive amusement. "Alright then, if that's what you wish for..."

His hands find your hips again, gripping them firmly as he starts to rock up into you with shallow thrusts, forcing you to move, meeting your rolls halfway with each movement. The new angle has him hitting that sweet spot inside you with every pass, drawing breathy cries from your lips. “This isn’t- ahh~!”

"Please," he rasps, his words punctuated by panting breaths. "Please, let me fill you up. Let me feel your walls squeezing my cock, let me see you come apart.” You throw you head back with a sharp cry, inner muscles clenching involuntarily around his pistoning length as he hit that magical spot within you. “Oh God..” With both arms holding him close to you. You gasp once more, hips bucking wildly to meet his increasingly forceful thrusts.

Your vision begins to blur at the edges as the first wave crashes over you, inner walls spasming erratically around his cock. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy," he grits out, head thrown back. With a final, desperate thrust, Chan buries himself back to the hilt, his cock throbbing violently as he reaches his peak. Your orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave, howl of pleasure echoing off the bedroom walls body squirming over top of him.

He laughs at you, you asked for this, yet look at how you unfold. Barely able to properly recover from a little fuck. “C’mere, lay with me.” He slides down, brushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair from your face. His fingers lingering on your heated cheeks.

He captures your lips, pouring all his all his energy into that single embrace of a kiss. As you slowly melt into him, he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close and savoring warmth from your body heat. Wanting nothing more than to stay just like this until the morning sunrise.

“Can we go again?” That sly voice of yours suggesting more.

“can’t you enough?” Chan groaned.

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[winterdragon101]

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[lost-on-kamino]

Off the Record

When the Force only decides to look down another path, only this one things will get bloodier.

(Twin swap time! Chord is our star player though as you might have seen... You may wonder how he got here... Here’s the beginning of the DisChord au; off the record)

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It was a shame, Rhythm thought.

How life could be this cruel to him, how it wouldn't allow him this desire and to witness what this new life would be.

It seemed the force would only allow one of them to be awake or in his case, Alive.

So the one night he had a premonition, he wanted to see his Twin safe. A simple push and his twin would avoid danger, and their Batch would be all together, though the butterfly effect didn't reveal the true ending.

Such a shame, Rhythm bemoaned as his consciousness faded, force slamming into his head after shoving his twin over. He had needed assistance during their training and Chord, their medic, would meet up with him and get hit with shrapnel that would end him.

Only this time, it hit Rhythm as Chord was shoved over, red staining the white and grey floors.

There was a scream.

Chord sat there, staring at his hands. He had been dragged aside as other medics and their trainer stepped in and bodies surrounded his matching image. Pitch, Tacet and Beat all came to his side, supporting with their love. There was still a pulse, his mind told him as he watched Rhythm leave the room and their training cancelled.

Something went wrong, he heard. The decoy droids weren't meant to blow up like that, he discovered. He felt Beat's kind hands gently take his and wash his knuckles and fingers free of the blood splatters. The last bit of Rhythm at this moment in time.

Pitch glanced over to his siblings.

"He'll be alright… It's Rhythm we're talking about " He mused.

“He gets into trouble sometimes, but he comes back.” Tacet spoke up also, putting the helmet into the locker. Chord only huffed, he didn’t… get that feeling. There was this odd nudging feeling in his gut, saying he needed to do something… Maybe he could check out his vitals? He should have been checked over.

 Beat watched Chord, before giving a deep sigh.

“Go.” Beat said calmly.

Chord glanced over as Pitch raised an eyebrow curiously, Tacet pausing in stripping off the armor.

“You have medical training, this would be good experience.” Beat commented simply before Chord realised what she had intended. The medic in training stood up and shot off towards the medical bay. Rhythm would be fine, he’d wake up and they’d joke and talk about where they could get deployed. He remembered the room getting curious as Rhythm hacked into the comm channels to work out what was happening during the First Deployment, the Battle of Geonosis.

Where the Clones fell into line, prepared to fight for a Republic that didn’t even know they were there. It had been noted the Commander Class has been watching the screens and listening intently over possibly a brother who had been brought forward to join the battle early.

 Chord found himself immediately in the medical bay, glancing up before entering as the doors hissed. He paused when he spotted their Trainer standing there, arms folded.

Ald was a curious one. He trained Commando’s, but when the need for trainers grew, he offered to take a few more under his belt. He was a Kel dor for starters, just like the Jedi Master, Plo Koon; but he was someone Chord trusted with his being. And he knew when the man was angered by the low growling in his chest.

"Are they going to help him?" Chord queried as they peered through the window as two Kaminoan's were attending to Rhythm who had been slowly cleared of his armour and bloodied bodysuit.

When Ald didn't answer, Chord glanced up and froze as Ald stared back silently.

"...Well they can't let us proceed with only four-"

"They can. The Republic are now requesting more clone forces, so the Kaminoans are going to roll you out."

Chord looked back to Rhythm. His heart monitor flashing weakly, his pulse still there. They couldn't…

"I know that look. And I'd advise against it. You won't win… you'd need to bow to their requests, you'll need to let him go."

"Or. I wouldn't suggest that you swap places with the clone medic who will be helping put Rhythm to sleep for the last time. It would be treason but I couldn't stop you as I'd be training my Commando's." Ald hums as Chord stares quietly before looking to his once bloodied hands.

He tightened his fist.

For Rhythm.

When Chord didn’t show up after saying he was on duty for respite, Beat had a sinking feeling in her chest and gathered her remaining siblings before moving towards the ward that Chord was on duty for, only to have their fears rise when Ald stood among a smoldering pile of ash within the corridors and what appeared to be markings along the wall.

“You three can’t be here.” A voice speaks up as Commander Colt steps forward, but paused when Ald looks back.

 “Commander it’s alright… they are the deceased’s batchmates.”

 Pitch shook as he fell to his knees, Tacet supporting him and Beat stared hard into their trainer’s mask.

 “…Ald…?” The Kel Dor looked back to the ruined ward as Colt’s shoulder sank.

“I’m sorry… there’s no survivors.”

 Chord walked fast, he only had a short period to do this… That or he’d lose the ship he used his favour for.

Ward 2567.

Rhythm… He was on his way. He slipped into the room, greeting the Kaminoan scientist’s within remaining stoic  as he heard them talk as if Rhythm wasn’t a human being. Granted… they weren’t… But that feeling of just being tossed aside as used flimsi? The blaster he had hidden in his uniform sat cold against his chest.

He hoped the clone he had assaulted would be okay. He had shoved his unfortunate victim into the cleaning closet; while taking his uniform and throwing his into the trash.

Ald had knocked out the cameras for him, as well as guided his siblings away and other possible victims.

It was only him and two Kaminoans.

“As far as we’re aware… the Camera’s lost all feed into the ward. The two Kaminoan scientists inside have perished as well as the two clones inside. We have dna evidence and that the blast was intense enough to destroy most of the physical evidence.” Colt continued as Beat listened.

The two scientist’s fell easy to his blaster, he had ensured they couldn’t escape. It felt satisfying. He looked to Rhythm who continued on with his eyes closed. He gripped a scalpel tightly as he looked to his wrist. A few moments later, Chord’s ID chip was out and so was Rhythm’s, though the latter had his ID chip disinfected for when Chord would take his number. He looked around at the samples and verified what he needed, they had other brother’s details in here… that could cover them for what he had planned to do.

He looked to the explosive in his hand, setting it down and arming it to go within 20 minute’s time… by that point the sprinklers would go and tame the fire along with the Kaminoan security forces.

Chord pulled Rhythm along in his bed. He apologised for what he’d do next.

 “The two that were registered in this ward were CT 2895 and CT 2896.” Ald finished, Beat nodding quietly before turning around and joining her last siblings and pulled them close. The Mandalorian grumbled to himself, having gained the files. He promised Chord he would alter Rhythm’s ID to alive once the simple investigation was finished. They wouldn’t go that far on the clones, more focused on their own kind of course.

That at least kept Rhythm’s id alive and ready for Chord to use.

He just hoped that Chord’s batchmate would understand or reason with him if discovered.

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Chord grumbled at the pouring rain. Coruscant had hit a wet spell and he was growing tired of carrying Rhythm around along with the medical pack with what Rhythm needed. But he needed somewhere where he could work.

To wake up Rhythm. Not near the barracks or in any public view. That’s why he went down, carrying his twin.

A low meow sounded as Chord drew his pistol instantly and aimed it… at what was the oddest Tooka he had seen. Granted, Pitch had managed to find a page of them… but red was not the colour he thought they could be. The cat simply stared before a small droid peeked out of a open door; glancing between the two, having kicked it open.

The droid was a lighter colour; a exploration model Chord thought until he heard footsteps.

 “I thought I’d said if I catch you again rummaging through my trash-!” An angry twi’lek muttered before freezing at the sight of a cloaked man holding another.

“…Little gods is he okay…?” The Twi’lek questioned, lowering his pipe. Chord quickly looked to try and spy the Tooka and droid but it was as if they had vanished. Chord found himself ushered along into the building and into what appeared to be an apartment ontop of a nightclub of sorts.

“Hey, I’m Yunn. What about you?” The Twi’lek smirked as Chord looked up.

“Call me Chord… I’m…” Chord didn’t know how to find the words.

“You’re one of them clones… Well at least I think, I’d ask why you’re here, but I can see the reason.” Yunn looks to Rhythm who was now settled on the couch.

“I need to protect him… I’ll do anything. I’m a medic… I just need a room to let my twin rest and so I can work out if I can wake him up… We’ll get no sympathy otherwise.”

“…Well the lower levels are all for one… But if you can help me with my club… I’ll forgo the rent and lodgings.” Yunn nodded. “I’ve been similar… and I feel like passing on that kindness.”

“…Thanks Yunn… But uh… I might sneak into that medical bay in the barracks to grab some things unless you know of somewhere?”

 The two chatted into the night cycle; slowly but surely Chord found himself with his new mission and ally. He thanked Ald quietly for allowing him this retreat. Looking to the restitched chip replacement, Rhythm would be out in full force… and he would make those Kaminoan’s pay for ever wanting to throw his brother away.

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[hyunsibae]

SAME OLD FWB

Warnings: 18+ Content, cursing, mentions of getting drink spiked, oral sex, a bit of aggression, both are genuinely down bad for each other, you’re very blind sighted, maybe deaf, with possible amnesia. Heh.. no shade. (Barely proof read)

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Naive, avoidant, it’s doesn’t last long we’ve all been there. Everyone falls into temptation from time to time… :))

Forced, woken out of your dreams just to go out. Your friend bragged on and on about getting an invitation from some fancy club called ‘dark delite.’ Forcing you to come with her even though you weren’t invited yourself, she still begged on and on.

The club was located just at the corner of the city, being hidden from civilization’s eyes, only those who had some type of status could attend. So how did this knuckle head get a ticket way in? The stairs led you to a dim room where you’d be patted down before actually entering the chaotic atmosphere.

Though you wonder how long she could actually stay with you without being dragged out by some guy for.. you know what.

“I think I just saw the guy who invited me.”

“What?” You yelled over the blaring music, huge speakers shaking the whole building. Already regretting the moment you even thought about agreeing with this idea, going out on a Sunday knowing work would be waiting in the morning.

“I said-“ your friend, synne, tried to explain once more but you couldn’t care less. Getting more and more agitating as the time goes by. “Why are we here again?” You asked in that irritated voice of yours.

“Seriously? Have you not been listening to me the whole night? To find the guys and get laid.” You stared at her happy but stupid expression, wondering why you’re still friends with this stupido. Remembering that she’s the only one who’s truly been there for you, like the sister you’ve never had.

Though times like these could really make you doubt your reasoning for thinking so.

“I don’t get you, you came out to uhh… whatever the name of this club is, just to get laid? And then what?” You questioned, only to realize that she’s already gone and have left you alone. Which is a shame because you could really use some company.

Atleast with the way you’re dress, tight red dress, blue sparkles at the hems, with your back in the open. Don’t even start with the heels, oh, you could kill for a pair of slippies(your word for slippers ) You found yourself cornering up at a bar, texting synne’s phone repeatedly with no answer.

The place is gigantic, you feel like your head is spinning, not taking another drink from here. Anyone could spike it with every foul thought in mind, you would never let that happen to you, you’ve got too much to lose. “I’m never going out with her again, I swear to fuckin-“

“Language, my love.” You stayed in your chair, trying not to mind the man with a voice that could make you beg for- NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. You shook your head to ignore him, hearing a scoff before a sniff of pride. “Playing hard to get? That won’t last long.”

“Please leave me alone.” You sighed, hands in your lap as you felt him towering over you from behind. Again, rush of regret filling your mind. The bartender ignored it all, she was a lady of her own yet she simply walked off into the back. You could not believe it, where are your girls when you need em’?

“But I’m not bothering you.” He adds, it’s clear that’s he’s quite stubborn. It’s far too obvious of your clear annoyance, attitude, and maybe the fact that you’re all by yourself about to fucking crash out.

“Fine, I’ll put it this way, I’m not interested.”

“Aww, that’s just too bad.”

“Yeah, it really is.” You scoffed, honestly, the audacity of him to just continue to make his move on you and think it’s okay. Who does this guy think he is?

He chuckles, sitting in the seat next to yours. The man rung a bell which was at the front of the counter, ringing for the bartender. “Mm… could I get a bottle of Krug Clos du Mesnil '09.” He ordered.

She smiled softly, “will that be all?” She eyed you but you simply nodded as if that was all. “Yeah, no, actually could I get two with that?” You huffed at his words, what was his deal? What did he want from you? You were ready to get up, clutching your belongings until he called out for you.

“Y/n please sit down.”

Fuck, that was too familiar, that felt too close. And for a second you almost thought it was- “it’s been so long since I’ve you.” That man, is Hwang Hyunjin for sure.

You two go way back, up to high school. Growing up together was a sure pleasure because the both of you related to so many things in life. So you had each other. And then college came, when you were getting curious, he was the most experienced. So what’s the best idea? A fuck with strings attached.

You’ve quite actually ghosted him but before that you two were friends with benefits. Due to some technical(you got a boyfriend) difficulties… you had to block him on everything and never go anywhere near him. But as the time passed, the difficulty was gone and you no longer had anyone at the moment.

Why didn’t you call him? Because you’d be too embarrassed to explain to him why you actually stopped talking to him, just like right now. Instead of regret there’d be shame rushing through you. A completely flushed face.

You turned his way with a nervously crooked smile. “Oh.. I don’t know it was you.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Like I said, it’s been awhile.” He eyed you sharply, the sight from the back of his mind running wild. You wore a charming dress, one that had his mind lingering to places where it shouldn’t but it could. Like when you two first hit it off. That night you clung onto him so hard that his shoulders were covered in scars, so he marked your neck with the same scar but this time more noticeable.

You caught on, you knew that look. The way his eyes pulled down to your neck, his favorite spot. Because it still shows that he’s been there and will always be there “Stop that, you fucking pervert..” He chuckled again, different from when you were unaware who he was. “Surprised you haven’t hid it, can’t you get it removed?”

“No, I quite actually like it.”

“Like? You loved it back then.”

“Shut up, actually.” You were completely embarrassed, but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to leave.

“What happened?” The question came and now you were ready to jump up and leave.

“I don’t know what you mean hyunjin,” that was a lie and now you’re going to be sorting this out with more lies. “That’s bullshit and you know it.” He huffed, the drink that never came would be really handy right but the bartender never made her way out.

“Let’s not talk about this right now, another time. Or at least not while we’re in here.” Yeah, when you’re not already shaking from your surroundings. It’s bad enough that this place has you spiraling but him here just gives you a good headache.

“Then let’s go.” He stood up, grabbing your things for you with one hand while reaching out for you with the other. “I’ll call my driver and we could go my place.” Hyunjin was dead serious about this, he’s never given up on anything, not you or anything else. The desire to be with you may or may not be driven by the fact that you have on such a luscious on, it fit your body perfectly, he had to do something.

You looked up hesitating, torn between your control and him. But what’s the worst that could happen?

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“On your knees, now.” His voice was commanding, giving you no chance to protest as he pulled you down in front of him while he sat on the couch. The heat between you was undeniable, and he wasn’t willing to wait until you made it to the bedroom. He needed you here, right now, and deep down, it was exactly what you had been craving.

Your body shuddered, legs trembling as you’re still obeying. The floor was cold, and so was your body, drenched in sweat. From what? Two words, Hwang Hyunjin and that’s all that needed to be said. “He must’ve been so much better huh?" Looking up at him with a mix of desperation in your eyes. “No I-“

“Shut up.”

You kept your head low, glancing up at him through your lashes with that irresistible look. But he wasn’t swayed—his gaze was sharp and full of control. With a sly smirk from your face, you crawled closer in between his legs, “can’t I just make this all up to you?”

“By?”

“By sucking you off..?”

He scoffed at the thought and grabbing a handful of your hair. “You’ve got a pretty high ego to think that I’d forgive you just like that,” you pleaded with your hands, scooting up a bit closer. “Please?”

His breath turning shaky, hiding the obvious need to devour you whole. “If you please…”

You nodded, eyes locked onto his throbbing member through clothes. There’s no way he’s visibly that big even without being out, it makes you jump as you popped out his cock. Tongue darting out to wet your lips as you lean in close.

Without hesitation, You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently as your tongue swirls around the tip. You start bobbing your head and maybe some side to side action, taking more of him into my your throat with each pass.

He looks down, grunting as your warm mouth envelops his throbbing member. Feeling the tip your uvula, making you gag around him. “Shit, shit, shit…~” It followed a moan, one you’d never heard before, could this get any better? “That’s it.. yeah…” He threads his fingers through your hair, guiding your head up and down as you reached up and under to massage his balls.

And at some point he let go, chuckling darkly, while enjoying the sensation of your tongue and teeth working on his thick flesh.

You took a deep breath through your nose, preparing yourself to swallow more of his length. As he thrusts forward a bit , you relax your throat muscles, allowing him to slide even further inside. Gagging once more but quickly recovering, happy to take everything given to you, happy to fulfill his needs and make up everything to him. Your nose presses against his pubic bone as you work your way down, savoring the musk of his arousal.

He quickly shoved his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, gasping for air. A strand of saliva connects my lower lip to his slick cockhead. “What’s wrong?”

He looked away, bitten lips almost bleeding, swollen, as if they’d been through teeth clamping against them for who knows how long or hard. Only you knew what this was, the same way you couldn’t control yourself was the same way he couldn’t. Another issue that’s inevitable.

“Oh, I see what this is. You can’t handle me.” You smirked in a tease, eyes filled with mischief.

“No, shut up.” His voice almost cracking, it’s just when you knew, just how badly things were getting for him.

“It must feel so good that you have to pull away, or you might just snap. Awww.” He hated teasing, as if being looked down on, he wanted to stay in control. But now it’s like you’re controlling him.

“Hyunjin~..”

“N-no.” A big breath from his lips, chest heaving slowing up and down.

“Hyunnnnee~” A fake moan to mimick one thing or another, we all know what it means. He looked back at with you with those try hard eyes, to make you somewhat intimidated. But you were no where near intimidated. For behind those eyes, he were just another version of you, desperate, you’re desperate for each other.

You positioned your tongue right under his tip, mouth wide while sticking out your tongue, presenting yourself for him to use as he pleases. Your eyes suddenly are half-lidded with lust, “let’s finish what we started.”

Your lips enveloping him with all might, again slowly before picking up with the pace. His hands gripped the sides of his thighs and soon to your hair just before releasing his warmth into your throat.

“Am I forgiven now” you smiled slyly, swallowing once more before looking up to him. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, hands sliding down his face. “No you’re not, and you’ve gotten yourself in even more trouble now.”

“What?! You’re no fun.” You huffed, guess your morning shift is getting skipped.

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[winterdragon101]

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[cakesunflower]

no offense but i hate reader inserts so much and if anyone actually reads “y/n” with their name then like. ur pyschotic

[amakumos]

hii yunn will you ever write another riki fic in the future?? if you have the time ofc hehe cuz i loved twizzle into my heart!! missing rikiyn and their cute lil romance 😵😓

-riki luvr anon

hellohello !!! yes i will be planning on writing more riki fics ^_^ rn im focusing on hyk, then i'll be writing either clair de lune or ready set skate, but i do have a few fics for riki in mind !! thank u for enjoying twizzle into my heart im very glad u enjoyed it <33 and fr timh rikiyn r just.. so silyl and in love

[kdyism]

STUPID CUPID. 

pairing. haechan x reader

genre + themes. friends-to-lovers, fluff, smidge of angst, christmas-themed, college!au.

wc. 5,342 / warning. christmas, mention of kissing, being drunk, dumb decisions, mistletoes.

synopsis. after being victim to jaemin’s cupid-ing last christmas, lee donghyuck has to figure out whether he wants to give up on you or go for it while risking the comfort of your friendship because he think you don’t remember last christmas.   

secret santa hosted by @neowritingsnet​ for @kthpurplesyou​ | hi bee! it’s me santa watermelon aka yunan <3 hoping i was mysterious enough and you are shocked, i hope this fic is to your liking! i switched writing between morning and night so it took longer, i wanted to drop it on dec 20 so that you’d have time before celebrations in case you do. crossing my fingers and sending this out to you, bee, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it 💞💖💓

yunn says hohoho likes, comments + reblogs are appreciated, i hope everyone else enjoys this quick fic! 

Lee Donghyuck is known for his infectious personality. He can leave a mark of his existence within a few seconds, he knows way too many people and most people would just think he is someone with too much free time on his hands.

“Did you get a name from the box?” unfolding his paper while maintaining a neutral expression, he sits in his usual seat and you bite down on your lips, eyes sparkling as soon as your eyes fall on the unfolded paper in your hand. “Let me guess?” narrowing his eyes, he hums. “...Taeyong,”

Gasping quietly, you nod chaotically and show him the name. “How’d you know?” you ask, a smile crawling onto your cheeks and you twist in his direction, your eyes looking directly behind him.

“When you see someone’s face as much as I've seen yours…” Donghyuck pursues his lips, “I would be an idiot not to know,”

Rolling your eyes at him, you dismiss his comment and continue with your preying. “How’s your schedule for this month?” you inquire, slipping your phone out of your pocket and suddenly, you look determined and shift your eyes back to him. “God, are you that happy?” he churns his face, watching your shake excitedly and your lips barely holding down a grin.

You gush in response, “Of course! You know I want his number,” skipping away from him, all he could do was sigh.

Waving you off, Donghyuck tries to hide his disappointment; unsure whether it was directed towards his paper or because of yours. Lee Taeyong, your most recent crush-ish, is a post-grad whose taking the same course as you for the same reason, extra credit. Donghyuck is already familiar with your boy of the week kind of crush-ishes—it’s not quite a crush, more like surface-level infatuation but if he didn’t know you any better, that’s what he would’ve thought.

However, it has never bothered him. Not until a stupid thing happened last Christmas.

Last Christmas changed everything, no warning or heads-up was given. He still remembers the night, unlike most nights at parties. He was sobered up, mind buzzing with all kinds of things until he was finally asleep on your sofa at almost 4 AM. He blames Na Jaemin for what happened, from his needless matchmaking to his punch-worthy grin, everyone knows that Na Jaemin’s favourite hobby is playing Cupid, going to all sorts of lengths to get his couple of the month to date. Hell, Donghyuck has actively participated in the talking up of girls, spreading rumours and finally, getting the ‘Characters’ to go on their first date.

It was funny and oddly satisfying when they do end up dating, Donghyuck for one wasn’t one to interrupt the fun. Not when he was directly getting the kick out of it. Except, he realized, it’s not very fun when the character line-up had his name written in the main leads.

hyuck💞: im booked all month

hyuck💞: why???? did you have something in mind???

“I hate him.” you declare breaking the silence that he embraced, “He said, ‘Uhhh I don’t know you…’ and left! Ugh, I didn’t think—”

“You didn’t think what? That he would be a normal person and be cautious when a sophomore is asking for his number?” he cuts you off snarkily and you drop your jaws, putting your hands on his shoulder and asking, “And why would he be cautious?”

Cupping your cheeks with a smile, Donghyuck says, “One, you are not me.” raising his brows, you wanted to flick him but you let him continue. “Two, don’t you remember someone leaking Sehun—whose also from post-grad— his number was just spreading like disease between group chats, of course, they’d be more careful,”

Letting out an “Oh”, you pout, slumping weakly as you understand his reason. “Are they friends?” you wonder, Oh Sehun was also hot if your memory serves you well but he rejected you without hesitation and then you killed his memory along with your fascination with him.

“Yeah—we don’t really have that many post-grads,” releasing your cheeks, your face falls before you pull yourself up and you click your tongue at him and he shakes his head.

Donghyuck’s reasoning always changes your mind, he was the reason you were even in the social club, to begin with. He was friends with everyone, always making plans with everyone and you’d barely ever see him if not for your meticulous planning to match your schedule with him since you were naturally more free than he was with both his part-time and his “Hey, whose name did you get?” you ask, remembering that he was friends with Lee Taeyong as well.

“Why would I tell you?” he glares at you, backing away and immediately guesses, “I am not going shopping with you,”

Slapping your hand over your mouth, “How’d you know?” you splurt, your hands dancing in the air trying to show him your surprise. “Yeah, you’re obvious,”

Donghyuck could easily predict what was going on in your mind, not always but usually he could. From his second month of being your friend, he already knew that you thrived on being nosy. The way you made friends with people by letting them complain about their problems to having new crushes on every new person who you saw for the first time—there might be just one reason why Donghyuck would like some distance between the two of you.

“You know mine, why can’t I know yours?” you ask not looking away from him while he packs the study material he already knew you were going to ask that, so he scoffs wearing a smirk. “It’s supposed to be secret santa, not un-secret santa. Now,” he pauses, waiting for you to stand up again and he begins walking out of the hall as you follow closely beside him, mumbling, “That’s unfair…”

“To the cafeteria?” you ask and he nods.

“Yeah. so, I wanted to say but you keep shutting me up—Anyways, I am not going to see you until the Christmas party at Mark’s,” Donghyuck stops as soon as the elevator sounds, “I am blocking you and going on a detox,” stepping into the elevator, he leaves you behind stunned.

Just as the doors slide back, he smiles while saying, “I don���t wanna see your face anywhere near me, okay?”

To hyuck💞: you cant do this you hurt me 🤕🤕

To hyuck💞: im sorry what did i doooo??

To hyuck💞: unblock me plsssss 🙏🙏🙏

To hyuck💞: what will i do without you??? i need you bro

Message failed to send

There aren’t many nights where he quietly stays in his room, ignoring your text and pressing block on you. There have been times like tonight when the heart beating in his chest feels more painful than usual. He has never been the type to cry through the night. The ceiling of his bedroom is comforting, the mould collecting in the corners every winter, reminding him of his chores, and normally, he'd be on his phone scrolling mindlessly through social media and thinking about how he was going to be a better person tomorrow than today. Usually, they happen a lot later than 10 PM and only after he has spent his day with you already.

For one, he’s glad that no one could tell of his awful crush on you.

Christmas has always been easy, it's been pleasant, and unlike most seasons; the holiday season always gets him in the mood for a big gathering, cosying up with his friends and just enjoying their presence without having to mess around and it also makes him less of a troublemaker. He doesn’t follow Yangyang to the skating rink nor does he annoy Renjun in the library and he also leaves Mark to do his good thing of the day without bothering him about that club that opened a block away from college. He was even fine with you telling him that you’d be going out.

With someone who wasn’t him.

He was fine.

Until Last Christmas happened.

“I’m coming in!” Jaemin’s voice brings him back to his room and he sits up, sighing heavily. “Are you staying home tonight?” he asks as soon as the boy enters the room wearing his strawberry-patterned apron that a junior of his gifted him.

“Jeno has a project so he’s staying with his group at the library—I have been left behind,”

Rooming with Jaemin was a last-minute decision, when his dorm lease was up he was going to resign it, however, after your fingers held his hands this spring, shaking with excitement and your lips stretched in a smile, reminding him that you only lived ten minutes away from Jaemin. Before he knew it, he was signing a new contract with Jaemin who couldn't hide his mischievous eyes for him.

"Did you block Y/N?" Jaemin sits on the swivel chair in front of his computer, casually pulling the cord of his wired mouse. "I sent her back home saying you weren't here just now,"

"She came here?" Donghyuck bursts, eyes wide and Jaemin laughs, "Of course not."

Groaning, Donghyuck throws his head back in defeat. "This is all your fault. If I didn't kiss her at that party we wouldn't be going through this," he grumbles, closing his eyes and flashes of last Christmas pass by.

It was picturesque, so perfect and the heat of his lips on yours—he would've never guessed that you'd taste like wine.

You hate wine.

Jaemin rolls his eyes, dismissing the accusation. "It's not my fault you have a superiority complex about knowing where all the mistletoes are,"

Offended by that, Donghyuck gets off his bed and stares down at the boy who continues to grab his copy of the Forza Horizon 4 and strut back to the door. "You hang it up there knowing full well that me and Y/N always take that spot," Donghyuck said and he receives a loud hah from his friend who pulls the door open.

Jaemin looks him straight in the eye, his characteristic sweet smile on his face and he said, "Maybe you should've just been a big boy and kissed me instead,"

And well, he wasn't wrong, so Donghyuck resorts to slamming his face into his pillow and raging at it, screaming while swinging his legs recklessly until his shin stabs against his bed frame and gives him genuine reason to scream out. God, if you were here, you'd have a look of worry painted all over your face while you still laughed at his pain and to be honest, Donghyuck thought you would look nice against the background of his room.

Turning to lie on his stomach, Donghyuck wiggles in his bed to get comfortably under his sheets, and he unlocks his phone, your image glowing on the screen. He has an album full of just you. You love sending him pictures of yourself, outfit of the day, and once in a while, when you look really nice, you'll send him a decent picture that he would lose his mind about but all he responds with is an emoji, the one with two eyes looking sideways.

Gulping down frustratedly, he clicks off his gallery, and suddenly, his screen cuts with notifications.

leemark: u helping on 23?

leemark: please?? jisung broke his arm u know he can't help me now

leemark sent a sticker

you: you owe me one

Working graveyard hours, twelve-to-four, has its unexpected silver lining. Most people are asleep during this time and anyone awake usually just want to get home, aside from the hooligans who mind their own business if you mind your own because of the cameras placed inside the convenience store and the patrol team in the area from two-till-six because of recent crime level increase in the area. To Donghyuck, it was perfect for a decent-paying, low-effort job.

The one downside of this is, you live super close to Jaemin and share the same convenience store as them. Of course, he'd see you if you decided to visit the store at this time.

Donghyuck didn't think of you as someone hot before, casual dating was not his mind when it came to you and you were always busy being interested in whoever is new. Maybe you liked the unfamiliarity of them, the fact you didn't see them for consecutive weeks before they suddenly appeared in front of you, unlike the two of them, Donghyuck has been in your life consistently for the past two years and this year, something changed.

The pulsing of his heart, when the store's automated doors slide open and your familiar pyjama hoodie comes into his view, the way his lungs forget to breathe and he can't tear his eyes off of you until you make your way up to the counter with your BBQ pringles and cola on the side. "When are you gonna unblock me?" even your voice is so sweet now, his brain shooting fuzzy chemicals inside him and butterflies making his knees go weak.

Donghyuck doesn't want to like you.

"You know the schedule, wait until the party," scanning the codes of your items and billing you up, he takes your exact change, sliding your snacks to you.

"Can't you give me a reason? What did I do?" you ask, stuffing your snacks into your hoodie’s pocket and Donghyuck groans, you didn't plan on leaving, he could tell. "You saw my text and didn't reply, you could've just replied then—"

"That's just stupid, I blocked you as soon as I remembered I said I would," he argued back, clicking his tongue at your exasperated expression.

Giving up on that point, "Nevermind that then, just give me a reason then," you said, Donghyuck grumbling internally and you stare at him, waiting for a reply.

"Didn't I tell you I wanted a detox?"

Waving him off, you glare at him and ask again, "Am I toxic? To make you need a detox from me?" your eyes tingle, the heat making its way up to your neck and you mentally curse, you've never been able to argue without feeling the urge to cry.

"That's not what I mean by detox. I just need some time from you, my life is a mess right now you are at the centre of it," Donghyuck explains, his hands automatically holding your face and rubbing away the tears that brim in your eyes. "I don't mean to make you cry—with all the time away from me, you can go and try to snag Taeyong! Come on, you have a life without me in it too," he adds, his voice softer and fingers gently crease your cheeks, earning a pout from you.

You spit, "What's that supposed to mean?" you take his hands away from your face and wrap your fingers in his, "Taeyong isn't you, no one is you. You are not replaceable for me,"

Tears bubbling up again, Donghyuck shushes you and he doesn't want to feel this way; his chest clogs up and renders him breathless in front of you, and he feels guilty. "Hey, hey, come on don't cry," he frets, his fingers wiping away the tears and settling on your shoulders. If only the counter wasn't in between you, he knows for sure he'd have hugged you and given up already.

"You know, your touch always makes me not cry," you laugh, remembering the time when you almost broke down in class after getting an F and being required to repeat a course the next semester. He held your hand the entire two hours of the lecture and even stayed with you until you were back home. You didn't even know him too well back then.

It made your heart kinda race for him but the comfort of your growing friendship with him felt too precious.

"That's because you are like a baby, holding you will make you calm down," he exposes you, rolling his eyes as if it were an obvious truth and you scoff, "Just how many people do you think hold my face like I'm a chipmunk?" killing the mood, Donghyuck sighs, "Well, at least you are okay now,"

"Unblock me now," you said, regaining your reason once you've calmed down and he shakes his head without hesitation, suddenly regaining his previous determination. "Yeah, no."

A Y/N-detox isn't feasible if he thought about it, not when you've carefully matched your schedule to his because he is always working or has appointments with other friends, you work at the cafe down the fast food cabin he works at, take the same bus home as him and worst of all, you both share the same friend groups because of how much time you spend together as a collective.

"Do you guys like, hate me or something?" Donghyuck deadpans, slumping into the seat you were previously sitting at.

"You hate yourself," Renjun quips, his eyes not leaving his book and Yangyang nods in agreement while adding, "You didn't think it would be a good idea to tell us you didn't like her anymore? We would've not invited her,"

"We could've also made a group without you in it," Mark said, resting his head on the wall and dozing away. He had finished a shift and was supposed to work one more shift today because his junior broke his arm but thank the heavens, Donghyuck said okay and is covering the shift. Too guilty to go home, Mark has resorted to staying around until the end of the shift anyway.

Mark, unlike Jaemin, was Donghyuck’s only refuge. The one person who knew about his crush and the one person who told him, hey, she might like you. "Dude, just go home," he says, shaking Mark's shoulder and Renjun sighs.

Renjun says, "I tried already, he is just being stubborn," closing his book once he bookmarks it and crossing his arms on the table. "Now, you need to tell us what happened,"

Renjun has always been perceptive of his mood, always keeping up with the latest drama and the main provider of information to Jaemin's cupid hustle. Romance was just his forte. Donghyuck, though, was too scared to ask him his opinion on it in case he told him to just give up—as if he wasn't already trying in his own way.

"Promise me you won't laugh," Donghyuck gulps and Yangyang grunts loudly, "Dude, miss me with the suspense—We swear, now what happened?"

Inhaling, he blinks away into the distance. "I might be in love with Y/N and I am so ashamed to come out with it. I know it's stupid but you guys know how we are, it's always us together, Donghyuck and Y/N, we're friends.

Shit, I even blocked her to get over her but it's not working—I dreamt of her last night and it was so embarrassing to see her today,"

"Dreamt of her… like… like that?" Yangyang asks, his fists covering his dropped jaw and Donghyuck's face burns up at the suggestion but he doesn't deny it, much to Renjun's disgust, he gags and says, "Please don't give us the details,"

"She's been going insane on her own and constantly going on about you—this must be why." Mark nods as if a bigger picture was drawn in his head, he grins and goes on, "Jaemin wasn't joking when he said you liked her last Christmas. I didn't think the mistletoe trick would work,"

Gasping at him, "You knew!" Donghyuck points at him in accusation and grabs his collar, "That kiss messed up our relationship!"

Yangyang breaks them up, grinning at Donghyuck sleazily, and he says, "Dude, tomorrow's party, just fix it. There's nothing to lose—I can't believe you've dragged this on for a year, how adorable."

Two weeks without Donghyuck and you are but a shell of yourself.

It was so easy getting used to life with him, he came in and went out so nonchalantly. You hadn't realized how involved he was in your life until he was gone from your daily transit, he was gone from your walks home, he was gone from his shift at the convenience store and not a single text you sent him went through. No, your life didn't revolve around him but you include him in everything because, Donghyuck will think this is funny, you need to tell him about the stupid fight that happened in the café and Donghyuck will look good with this, you need to take him shopping with you.

Shit, you sent him a picture of random things that made you think of him.

There was only once that you thought you liked him, and you shot that down as soon as he said he liked a girl in his social club—you even joined the club for him, how could he like someone else… you gave up as soon as your heart latched on and to be honest, you were okay with that because well, he was still the closest person to you.

You didn't need the kisses to feel loved. His gentle hands creasing your cheeks habitually and his warm hugs because he feels like it, they made you feel loved. The way he makes time to see you in his busy schedule, you know he leaves hours in his day because you'll ask him for time, which makes you feel loved as well.

It didn't make sense for him to suddenly shut you out, not when he was leaving all these signs, he didn't do any of these with anyone else—last Christmas meant something to him.

You just knew it did.

"Have you guys seen Donghyuck?" you ask, holding your red cup of punch barely full and your head feeling dizzy.

Pointing towards a corner, "I THINK HE WAS WITH MARK," Yangyang screams at the top of his lungs, the earmuffs doing their work to shut out even his loudness.

Lee Mark throws the most exciting Christmas parties every year in his apartment building in collaboration with his neighbours. The shared pool and backyard were completely theirs to use, Mark would normally hang up mistletoes in the spaces between his apartment and everywhere else. The kissing begins as soon as you want to leave his front door anywhere else. And you never leave his apartment, so you never had to deal with the plant.

That wasn't the case last year, someone had hung up mistletoes inside the apartment and exactly at the spot you and Donghyuck always beeline to, that's where everything changed for him and out of nowhere, you had to be the one acting normal because he wasn't.

Stumbling your way into the living room, it wasn't too crowded in here and it usually only had Mark's closest friends loitering around. Your eyes immediately find Donghyuck, laughing loudly and he leaves his beanbag, and almost instinctively, you plop down on it as soon as you near it.

Fading out of consciousness, "Who said you could sit there?" he whined, his eyes half-lid as he grabbed your hand and you shot up, your head feeling clearer now.

You always steal his seat when he leaves to get a refill. "I was just keeping it warm. You don't have to yell," you said, jutting your lips out. Your cheeks painted in a flushing colour, Donghyuck guessed that you already had your share of drinks and made a mental note to leave the party soon because he was your ride home. Not that he'll be driving but even walking you home is considered a ride.

Well, maybe not this time because you guys didn't come together.

Letting go of your arm, you fall back onto the beanbag, and he gives you puppy eyes. "I wasn't yelling," Donghyuck grumbles, getting shoved to the side by someone and he turns to face them.

"Are you okay?" Jaemin asks, his lips almost meeting his eyes in a wide grin, and Donghyuck immediately has his guard up, feeling a wave of deja vu.

"You look tipsy, aren't you gonna go home?" Pressing his hand on your forehead, Jaemin looks towards the ceiling above you and smirks. "Oh, look here, guys," he gasps loudly. However, Donghyuck could hear the pretentiousness of it.

Donghyuck followed his gaze with narrowed eyes, right above him, wretched mistletoes greeted him in the dimly lit corner of the room immediately releasing a groan. "Ugh, not again!" Donghyuck cries.

Scoffing at Jaemin, he rolls his eyes. "What? You wanna kiss me this time?" he asks in a mean tone, and Jaemin giggled, moving away from the spot while saying, "Of course, not," Donghyuck felt his blood boil, if Jaemin was a cupid, then maybe that song about a stupid cupid was right.

Clearly, his arrows were faulty this time.

Last time, it didn't cross his mind that someone else would be hanging up mistletoes, Mark never hung them up in the corners of the rooms and especially not inside Mark's apartment because he was scared someone would make out on his sacred sofa or worse, inside his toilet. But he learnt his lesson, Na Jaemin goes to extreme lengths to pair up his couples after all.

You then ask, "Then—Are we going to kiss?" your eyes look curiously at him as you pointed at the plant. "It's you and me under it now,"

And from that point, it's never been the same. The last time, he kissed your lips, it was stupid. You were drunk and said okay for the fun of it, Donghyuck could only hope neither of you remember it.

But when his lips lightly brushed on yours, and he realized that tomorrow morning you'll be back to normal, your memory in fragments and he remembers it clearly, the regret that washed over him the next morning when he opened his eyes to the ceiling of his bedroom, the horror that clung to him when his phone was bombarded by his friends curious about how he felt now that he had kissed you.

He was in denial for a whole year.

Once more, "Are we going to kiss again," you ask, your fingers pulling his shirt, you bring him back to the present and guide him down towards you.

Donghyuck's knees go weak, and he falls onto the floor with his breath caught. This time, you are the one taking the lead. "You remember," he breathes out, looking away from you and you give him a tight-lipped look. "Yeah, I never forgot it," you said.

"Why'd you never say anything, I am so sorry about the kiss—" Donghyuck immediately says and you cut him off, —"I didn't say anything because I didn't mind, I actually liked it and I thought you did too because you kissed me twice…"

Perhaps it was the lighting in the room. Donghyuck never thought you looked hot but he did always think you were beautiful, but today, the lipstick you wore made him want to go crazy. "Don't you like Taeyong now?" he just had to ask to be sure and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you said, "You know my fascination with all my crush-ishes dies after I talk to them,"

"But you were so excited for the secret santa," "That's because it's gift giving and that's fun,"

Donghyuck didn't get your name, so he thought you weren't meant to be. No matter how stupid he thinks that idea is now, he still thought it was fate that you got Taeyong's name when you liked him. "I thought you were going to cut me off this Christmas to spend it with him, that's why I came up with the detox… to give you time away from me and me time away from you,"

Biting down a smile, you place a peck on his lips. "Have I ever gone on a date with anyone since you've known me?" you tease, and he immediately says, "Yeah, Yangyang. The two of you go on skate rink dates all the time, I see you guys,"

"That's just you being picky—you don't know how to skate so, of course, I go there with him and not you," flicking his forehead, you click your tongue and went on, "Plus, you always come along anyway,"

"Because I come along, it's not a date anymore,"

"Wow, genius," you giggle, rolling your eyes and Donghyuck sighs into your side, he thinks, his arms are allowed to go around your waist now and he's allowed to keep staring into your eyes.

Your eyes don't leave him either, the thumping bass of the background blending in with the sound of your heart skipping beats and your toes curl, butterflies choking your breath when you say, "Hey, there's a mistletoe here—can't you just kiss me already?"

Dipping his head down, his lips catching yours and this time, you taste like berry punch, your favourite and his hands cradle your face, he still isn't sure if this is the right way to go with you but when your lips synchronise with his, moving softly against his with your hands desperately clinging onto his shoulders.

It took him a mistletoe and a whole year to realize his feeling about you, so maybe, cupid wasn't the only stupid one, he was stupid too. You've been right in front of each other and yet, "Does this mean you like like me?" you ask against his lips.

Smiling, "Just how many people do you think I block?" Donghyuck lets his head rest on your shoulder, the rest of his body going limp as well on the floor, and you pat his back. "Are we together now? Next Christmas, will I be your boyfriend?" he asks weakly, and you nod. Although he couldn't see you, he could tell there was a smile on your face.

"Oh, by the way, do you know who put this in here? Mark doesn't put mistletoes inside his apartment right?" curiously, you point at the plant on top of you and he grumbles, "Na Jaemin," tightening his grip on you. Donghyuck thinks he should give his thanks to Jaemin too because, without him, none of this would've happened.

"Aah, now it makes sense why he came here last year—doesn't he always stay at the pool area with Jeno and that Junior of theirs?"

Nodding, Donghyuck says, "Yeah. He even came up this time too," mentally deciding to spare him this time.

And you giggle, cheerfully saying, "We should thank him, he is kinda like our cupid if you think about it. It goes well with his reputation on campus," the sound of your humming makes him smile, agreeing with you, "Huh, you think so?"

BONUS:

Beknownst to both of you, starting next semester Na Jaemin’s position as campus cupid was solidified using a picture he took once the two of you knocked out in the corner of Mark’s living; Donghyuck’s head nestling on your stomach and your head tilted upwards in a way that looked like it hurt—His greatest masterpiece he said, showing the photo and relying on the great love story until “How come none of you tell me about this?” Donghyuck accuses his friends, shifting his weight to one side and scoffing indignantly.

Yangyang shrugs, “It’s funny. And you guys look cute anyways, what are you mad about?” he asks, his face genuinely looking confused, which makes Donghyuck click his tongue, and Mark asks, “Are you mad we didn’t share the photo with you?” his eyes narrowed, hoping his guess was right.

“How’d you know!” you clap, nodding your head. “Hyuck changed his wallpaper as soon as he got the picture,”

“How did it take this long to find out, though?” Renjun asks, “You’re friends with everyone on campus. It's unbelievable it took you this long,”

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[sternbilder]

hello there!! i've been playing Buried Stars (and loving it!!) and i was wondering if you could help me with how to pronounce the character names? the one giving me the most trouble is gyu-hyuk T_T and he's my fave so it's killing me not knowing how to actually pronounce it. thank you!! ^^

Sure! I believe they say most of the characters' names in the intro so I'll put a link as an example if I can find one. All of the characters' names are exactly 3 syllables, which is most common for Korean names, so to make it easier to explain that's how I'm going to write them.

Lee Gyu Hyuk (x): The L in Lee is silent, it's pronounced more like "ee" or "yee". Gyu is like. It kind of rhymes with "few" I guess but with a shorter vowel sound if that makes sense? Also non-native Korean speakers have told me that our hard g sounds like a cross between a g and a k, so something like "gyoo" but with a little hint of a k sound? Hyuk is one syllable but sometimes Korean speakers tend to slur the syllables together so the h isn't as pronounced. So "yee gyoo hyuck" or "yee gyoo yuck" altogether.

Han Do Yoon (x): The "a" in Han sounds closer to the one in "cart" than "can". Do is like "doe", not "do", and Yoon is pretty self explanatory.

Min Ju Young (x): Min has a long e sound like "meen", Ju is "joo" (with a sliiight "ch" sound), and Young is just like the English word.

Oh In Ha (x): Technically "oh een ha", but similar to Gyu, since the h is in the middle of the word it can be more subtle when the speaker is actually talking, closer to "oh ee na."

Seo Hye Sung (x x): Seo is pronounced kind of like "suh" (like the vowel in "tough", or "pho"). Hye is 1 syllable just like "hyeh", and Sung is just like the English word.

Chang Se Il (x): Chang is actually technically written as Jang in the original Korean. It's somewhere between "jang" and "chang" but closer to the former, and has a similar vowel sound to "father" or "car" (rather than rhyming with "fang"). Seil is 2 syllables and is pronounced "seh" and then something between "eel" and "ill".

Shin Seung Yeon (x): Shin is somewhere between "shin" and "sheen". Seung is probably the hardest syllable for English speakers to pronounce here. It's probably easiest if you try to imagine how you would say "sng"—you should be able to say it with your teeth closed. Yeon rhymes with "shun" or "fun."

**Spoiler Characters**

Ha Su Chang: Ha is pronounced just like it reads. Su is like the English name Sue but with a shorter vowel. See Seil's name for Chang, except in Su-Chang's case it's a true "ch" sound rather than "j." So all together, "hah soo chaang."

Ha Su Yeon: This is just a rehash of syllables from Su-Chang's and Seungyeon's names, so "hah soo yunn".