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Under Pressure | Chapter 1. Speculation

summary: Scary. Mean. Intimidating: Words that put Song Mingi in a box that he didn’t create entering university. He was quiet for sure and had a face that scared guys away but made a lot of girls want to climb in his bed. He didn’t fight unless necessary, never raised his voice till someone raised theirs first, never depended on anyone until seven people decided it was okay for him to lean on someone from time to time. Now as a college senior, he still felt lonely especially at night when all the stars were just as mellow in brightness as the light in his eyes.

That was until he met you. Someone he always seen but never interacted with because of different crowds and different personalities. To him, you were the color that was missing to finish a canvas.

The biggest star to ever come into view.

pairing: fem reader x Song Mingi

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, fluff, college/adult au, smut, strangers to lovers

word count: 4,132

warnings: Alcohol consumption, slight ableism from teacher, small talks of violence, slight panic attacks, mainly an intro for both Mingi and Y/N so not too much happens.

song rec: Adolescence by idntt

a/n: welcome to Under Pressure! I have been doing my research on traumatic mutism and just mutism due to PTSD as a whole. Thank you for waiting! The journey is just beginning.

Looks like he got into another fight over the weekend

I heard he got into a fight with Hyunsuk and some other basketball players

What if he’s a drug dealer

I try to get with him and he fucking rejected me like he’s big shit

Mingi���s ears rang as he walked through the campus, he knew he looked a mess but he didn’t need people to keep talking about him like he wasn’t right here. He was tired and exhausted from things that happened over this weekend and he just wanted to go to class then go back to his apartment to decompress. 

This past weekend, he went to visit family. He had a horrible relationship with his dad which is how he got into a fight. He still went down for the sake of his mom.  They were down at his grandparents’ house, his dad had kept making comments about his appearance and his habits through school. The anger built up in Mingi but he never thought to fight him in front of his family and never did. Once his dad threw something at his head, all Mingi saw afterwards was red. 

His dad is a bit taller and bigger so of course he had a bit of the upper hand but it didn’t stop Mingi from landing punches on him either. He talked to his mom a day after and she kept apologizing but he knew she wasn’t the problem. 

Mingi adored his mother, he would do anything in the world for her. Hearing her cry and blame herself every time he and his father had a fight or disagreement made him heartbroken. 

Little did he know, his mom was filing for divorce but she didn’t want him to know till he was out of school for the summer. 

Mingi walked into the classroom and went straight to the back where he saw San. San looked up from his book and frowned a little when he saw Mingi’s face. 

“Dad again?”

Mingi just nodded and sighed, sitting down beside him. San rubbed his back as he put his head down on the table. San and Mingi had been friends since freshman year. They were assigned  roommates, they were a little closed off at the beginning but got closer as the months went on. 

“Hey look on the brightside, you won’t have to deal with him really after you graduate”

“It’s not that easy,” Mingi sighed, lifting his head. “How do I tell my mom her only son is planning to be in the music industry after graduation?”

“Are you still planning on that?”

Mingi nodded, looking straight and waiting for class to start. Mingi wanted to be a producer and choreographer in the idol industry, he wanted to create music and dances that normal groups couldn’t do. He wanted to make them for a group he knew could handle it. 

Not the cute shit he sees on music shows. 

“Well you know I’ll always support you” 

“I know, I’ll need you anyways with my temper. You’ll be the best lawyer ever” 

“Mingi, I’m not going to law school to just bail you out all the time just because you don’t like the way they say something,” San frowned. 

“I’m joking” 

Mingi had been through a lot of anger management growing up. He didn’t explode like he used to in high school which he feels like meeting San and the other mellowed him out a lot but sometimes his anger suppressed his mind when it told him not to react. Now when someone would make him angry, he just won’t hit them unless they swung at him first. 

“You know I heard everyone talking about me,” he said, catching San’s attention

“Yeah, I've been hearing the assumptions,” San sighed. 

“Do you think people who have never talked to me before believe them?” He looked at San. 

San looked at Mingi and frowned a little. Mingi might have a face that looked super intimidating or stone cold but under it was a man who was just scared of how people’ opinions of him could travel to others who never even met him. He wasn’t this person people were painting him to be. San wishes people saw the Mingi that he sees everyday. 

Is Mingi perfect? Far from it but he’s a human who is just a little rough around the edges and there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone has space to improve themselves. 

“They probably do Mingi but look you have seven friends who care about you and know you so it doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks,” San reassured him.

 “Mm” he nodded. 

More people started to pour into the classroom and Mingi tried to stay focused as the hour went on but his thoughts distracted him. His anxiety messed with him, trying to break him..

Slowly.. 

Quietly..

He wanted to run back to his apartment and turn off the lights. He wanted to turn off his mind and just be alone for a while. The ticking from the clock seemed so larger than his own breathing right now. 

He was on the verge of having a panic attack..

He could. San could tell. 

“That’s all for today e–”

Mingi dashed out of class before Mr. Kim could finish his sentence. San didn’t tell to stop him or run after him because he knew Mingi needed to be alone and not smothered. 

Mingi cut through people, bumming into their shoulders. He probably looked like someone crazy and people probably thought he was running for no reason but he was escaping. In his head, his steps were slow along with the time he thought he would make it back to his apartment. 

He bumped into a shoulder, making the other person fall along with their books but he was in such a panic trance he didn’t realize. 

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. 

He kept repeating and repeating till he made it to his car. The warm tears started to spill over and start their path down his cheeks. He kept breathing, praying that San would keep up soon to drive him back to their place. 

He needed his brain to shut off. 

You sighed as you picked up all your books that had fallen out of your bag. People around you were asking if you were okay and helped you like you were a small child. 

You hated it. 

You waved your hand, signaling you were okay. Walking away, you made your way to the library to meet up with your best friend Hana. Hana had been your best friend since the second grade, she knows everything about you and vice versa. She even remembers what happened to you when you guys had turned eleven. 

The year you went mute. 

You were diagnosed with traumatic mutism by your twelveteenth birthday and you haven’t spoken since then, all the therapy and support groups that your parents put you in did nothing to help you speak again. You felt like a burden to them, eventually they gave up and started paying for your sign language classes. 

Your doctor told them that notepads and text messages would only work in the beginning but you needed a different way to communicate. Hana, being the person she is, begged her parents and went with you to these classes so she could also learn. 

Hana never turned her back on you. She comforted you and even learned something she didn’t need to learn just because you were like her sister. 

You walked into the library, immediately finding Hana’s cherry red hair near the computers. You smiled a little and did a little speed walk over to her. She immediately looked up and smiled, patting the chair next to her. 

“How was class?”, she asked, typing. “Does anything interesting happen?” she looked over at you. 

“Boring, but something happened afterwards” you signed.

“Oh? Like what?” 

“Song Mingi ran me over, making me knock all my books out my bag”

“What a prick” she frowned. “Did he at least say sorry or help you?”

You shook her head and a visual of his face while he was running towards you, replayed in your head. You raised your eyes in realization. 

“What?” she asked. 

“I think he was having a panic attack” 

“How did you figure it out? I heard he’s really rude actually” 

“Come to think of it, he probably didn’t see me,” you paused, thinking about his face. “He also looked like he had seen a ghost and was on the verge of crying”

“Mm I don’t know. I can’t directly feel bad just because of the things I heard” 

“Like what?”

“Just things like he fights a lot, temper is bad, he possibly sells drugs to make his tuition.. You know just like gossip”

“So speculations?”

“I mean they are being said by multiple people” 

“If they aren’t close to him, I wouldn’t believe everything people say Hana” 

“Why are you so nice right now?” she squinted her eyes at you, playfully. “You think he’s cute or something?”

“His looks have nothing to do with what I’m saying, I just don’t believe in rumors because they never have facts or people never witness what they are hearing”

“I hate how logical you are” 

“You love it, it has saved your ass sometimes”

“Watch it,” she poked your side. You laughed a little but it was silent so you stopped and looked down, getting your books. You haven’t heard yourself laugh since your childhood. Hana noticed and tapped your leg to get your attention, you looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. 

“This might be a little touchy but have you tried to do speech therapy again?”

The way Hana’s fingers were shaky while asking, you knew she didn’t want to ask out loud and she didn’t want to be rude. 

“No, I fail every time so I’m just giving up and I’m tired of wasting my parents’ money”

“Understandable, I just wanted to ask I noticed you try to say something when we get ready in the morning as of lately” 

“I just feel like at twenty years old, I would try but nothing has been coming out so I’m losing hope”

You knew the real reason you probably would never talk again is because you haven’t fully healed from what happened. No therapist was able to really open you up because every time you thought about what happened, you go into a full blown episode.

Not anymore but being a teenager up to age seventeen was hard for you. 

You hated yourself. You hated how you made people feel sorry for you and pity you. You just wanted to be normal but you know life would never be normal for someone like you. 

“You might say no but you want to go to a party tonight?” Hana asked. 

You raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Come onnn, next year we’ll be seniors and trying to find jobs to survive in Seoul till we grow old,” she grabbed your hands and whined. “Pleaseeeee?”

You rolled your eyes and let out some air before nodding. She squealed quietly and shook your body a little. Parties haven’t been bad for you but you just don’t like overly drunk people and loud places at times but you weren’t an introvert, you definitely had a fair share of associates who didn’t really care about your disability because of your confidence but you don’t particularly like being around said crowd at times. 

“Let’s go eat and discuss dress code for tonight, I want to look hot and honestly that won’t be hard for you” 

“Stop it” 

“You literally had five guys ask for your number first day of classes, shut up” 

“I wish you would let that go”

“I’ll think about it” 

You and Hana went to lunch while discussing a little more about the party tonight before separating ways for your afternoon classes. You really couldn’t focus because of fast yet slightly irritating interaction with Mingi. 

Why did he run like he was being chased? Why did he look like a small child on the verge of the biggest breakdown? 

You were starting to think that rumors and gossip you have been hearing about him for the last three years are somewhat becoming false but you weren’t so sure. Maybe it was an act for attention, maybe he is what everyone says about him. 

Or maybe it was all just one big speculation. 

As Mr. Jung started talking about the duo projects for this year, you were kind of tuned but not at the same time. Duo projects never worked out in your favor, your partners would get frustrated and complain to whatever professor you had and you would end up doing something solo that you didn’t have to present. Maybe it might be different since this is a music class that you needed for an elective class, nothing too serious. 

You heard him announcing the duos but you never heard your name and you raised your hand. 

“Ah, see me after class okay?” He nodded at you. He continued going through some of what the project would be and because of your racing brain, you only caught the words of something to do with music production and emotions. When he dismissed the class, you walked up to the front and he waited till all the students were gone before turning his attention to you. He pulled out his notepad and placed it in front of you, you had to try hard not to roll your eyes. 

“Your partner is Song Mingi”

Come again?

“He hasn’t been here since the start of the semester but he’s been turning in the homework so I can’t really drop him from the class, I guess someone lets him or he checks my emails carefully but I’m going to send him another letting him know to come because of this.. This project is worth seventy percent of your grade this semester”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” you wrote. 

“Well this is Music Production one so not really” he laughed a little. “Don’t worry, Mingi is a smart kid.. He just has his moments and I’ll probably talk to him at one of my office hour days before next week” 

“So do I just wait till next class then?”

“Yeah unfortunately, I’ll be a little more lenient since you know you..”

“Mr. Jung, I would appreciate it if you didn’t use the fact that I’m mute to be less aggressive towards me for my grades. Have a nice day”, you wrote quickly and walked out his classroom. 

If there was anything that pissed you off more was anyone using your mutism as a way to allow you to do anything or to be soft towards you. You were never handed anything in life and you didn’t want it to start now, it makes you even more upset that he isn’t the first teacher you had this conversation with. 

You quickly walked to your next class, hoping the steam coming from your ears would settle. 

“I knew you would be hot in that” Hana said, whistling as you walked out your room. You just had on some ripped jean shorts with a cropped football jersey and some white low air forces. 

“Not too cheeky, I feel a little air under my ass”

“It’s probably just in your head, you look fucking hot and I bet you’ll get some number tonight,” she said, pouring you a shot. 

“I’m not interested in dating”

“Yeah I’ll just pretend, I don’t see you swiping left and right on Tinder while also reading those smutty fics on your phone” 

“What happened to privacy?”

“Well you haven’t had that with me since we met, now time to drink up” she handed you your shot glass. 

You took the glass and threw back the shot. The burn of the tequila traveled through you and instantly made you a little warm in the chest. You made a slight face then handed it back to her. 

“Two more then we head there” 

“Hana”

“Okay, just one,” she laughed. 

You both took one more shot then got an uber to the house that was about ten minutes off campus. Apparently it was the soccer team throwing this party and you personally didn’t know anyone from the team but Hana probably did and that is all that matters. 

You got to the house, hopping out and noticing the house was a little packed already. Another reason you didn’t mind coming to parties is because Hana never left your side and if she did, she would notice in two seconds if you weren’t near her. 

You felt like a burden to Hana also but she always reassured and slightly threatened that if you ever called yourself a burden again, she’ll punch you in the arm every time you said it. Therefore, the word “burden” hasn’t been said by you to her since you were eighteen. 

You made your way into the kitchen, following Hana as she greeted people she knew and introduced you. Most of everyone said hey to you except for a few girls which isn’t new. You just think not everyone will like you while Hana thought that usually they were bitches and were intimated by how good I look. 

Hana’s words, not yours. 

After you both were handed cup after cup of the punch they had, everything felt like a blur. One minute, you were in the living room space dancing with other people, the next you were playing drinking games on the patio outside. 

Through Hana’s drunk words, everyone found out you were mute and you could tell some people didn’t really care while you heard others whispering but you were kind of drunk to even care about it. You tapped Hana on the shoulder and let her know you had to use the bathroom. 

“Will you be okay?” she signed, drunkenly 

You nodded and silently giggled at her, making your way into the crowded house. All that ran through your head was finding the bathroom, nothing else mattered till you released the fluids starting to sit on your bladder. 

Bathroom. 

Bathroom. 

Bathroom. 

You felt yourself run into a solid chest and quickly looked up. 

Mingi. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, not in an unkind way but just a little confused. 

“Are you okay?” he bent down and said in your ear because the music was loud then looked at you. His voice was low and kind of husky. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol but you felt your blood run slightly cold.

You nodded. 

“Okay,” he nodded back, walking past you. Two other guys followed him, waving slightly at you as they passed and you recognized them both. Choi San who was in your biology class last year and Jeong Yunho who you had a study group with for a creative writing class you took in the second semester of freshman year. You continued your walk to the bathroom and your drunk thoughts lingered on the encounter.

Mingi’s voice was very nice. 

If Mingi was such a bad influence.. Why would people like San and Yunho hang out with him? Unless they were also like him but that just didn’t seem right. 

You found the bathroom and took a minute to get yourself situated. As you were washing your hands, you heard a large crash and people yelling while some were heavy footsteps like running. 

“CHILL OUT!” you heard a male’s voice yell. 

You quickly dried your hands and opened the door, your anxiety spiked as you saw people running to what seemed like a fight was going on. You slid your way through small cracks of the crowd, just trying to get back to the patio but you started to get trapped and it was terrifying you. You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. It was hot and it was crowded. 

You didn’t know who was fighting nor did you care but it was overwhelming you. 

You felt a strong hand grab your wrist and pull you. You didn’t even open your eyes till you knew you were safe and not surrounded. You heard a door open as you were kind of being dragged and the yells in the house became distant. 

“You can open your eyes,” a soft voice said.

You opened and saw San, he smiled a little at you. 

“Are you okay?” 

You opened your mouth but no words came out. He frowned a little and you knew the pity was settling in his chest but you quickly put up a thumbs up. 

“If you need to sign a little, it’s fine remember you taught me a little when we had that study hall in bio last year” 

“I’m okay” you signed. 

“You’re okay?” 

You smiled and nodded. 

“Did you come with anyone?” he asked. You spelled out Hana’s name slowly and mouthed it. He nodded, understanding then looked back at the house and saw people starting to pour out. 

“I think Jiseok kicked out everyone so she should come out, let’s wait on the sidewalk” 

You nodded and followed so no one bumped into you guys. Even though San had low knowledge of sign language, he tried his best to have a conversation with you and even passed you his phone so you could type on the notes app. He kept looking at the house for Hana and I guess Yunho and Mingi to follow. 

You tapped him so he could face you. 

“I have a question”

“Ask away” 

“Are you and Mi–”

“San!” someone called out his name before you even got to finish. You both turned and saw Yunho and Mingi walking towards you. You erased what you typed and handed his phone back to him. 

“Oh hey Y/N” Yunho said. 

You waved at him and Mingi raised an eyebrow curiously but didn’t say anything, checking his phone. Was he rude or just didn’t have much to say? 

“WHERE IS MY BEST FRIEND?” You heard a loud yell. You looked at the porch and saw Hana running out the house, looking around and then she spotted you, speed walking over. 

“Are you okay?” she signed fast. You nodded and directed your head to beside you. She looked at the boys and let out a nervous laugh. 

“Oh, hello” she said. You narrowed your eyes at her tone. 

“Hey Hana, I found her trying to get out of the crowd so I just brought her outside,” San said. 

“Thank you, we were playing beer pong and next thing I know Hyuseok and Dohyun started throwing punches at each other” 

“Typical athletes,” you heard Mingi murmur. 

You looked at him and he looked at you like he was.. Observing. 

“Do you have a ride home?” Yunho asked. 

“We took an Uber,” Hana replied. 

“You guys can catch a ride with us, all of us are pretty sober since we just got here like thirty minutes ago,” he said. Hana looked at you and you shrugged your shoulders. Hana gave a nod to Yunho and you both started following them to what you guessed was Yunho’s car. As you walked behind them, you couldn’t help but notice Mingi’s body language. 

It was light and comfortable. 

He laughed at whatever Yunho was talking about and playfully shoved San every time he said something in his ear. 

Mm. 

It was nice. Maybe the rumors weren’t true. 

When you got to the car, Hana sat in the front with Yunho so she could direct him to your apartment. You were stuck in the middle of Mingi and San which made your cheeks go a little redder than they already were from drinking. 

Not every day you sit between two attractive men. 

After a ten minute drive to you and Hana’s apartment, she thanked Yunho for the ride then San for protecting you from the chaos. You noticed she kind of just stared at Mingi before getting out of the car. Mingi got out and let you out before moving towards the passenger door. You gave them a nod and followed Hana up the stairs, you didn’t hear the car drive off so as she unlocked the door, you couldn’t help but look back. You made direct eye contact with Mingi who was standing outside the car, waiting for you guys to go inside. 

You blinked then he blinked. 

Then it just felt like a staring contest till he motioned his head for you to go inside. You blushed and waved a bit and he hesitated but waved a little back. 

Maybe everything about Song Mingi was probably true. 

Or maybe it was just a huge speculation. 

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First chapter dropping Saturday night :) I hope you guys are ready for the ride!

Under Pressure | Series Masterlist

summary: Scary. Mean. Intimidating: Words that put Song Mingi in a box that he didn’t create entering university. He was quiet for sure and had a face that scared guys away but made a lot of girls want to climb in his bed. He didn’t fight unless necessary, never raised his voice till someone raised theirs first, never depended on anyone until seven people decided it was okay for him to lean on someone from time to time. Now as a college senior, he still felt lonely especially at night when all the stars were just as mellow in brightness as the light in his eyes.

That was until he met you. Someone he always seen but never interacted with because of different crowds and different personalities. To him, you were the color that was missing to finish a canvas.

The biggest star to ever come into view.

pairing: fem reader x Song Mingi

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, fluff, college/adult au, smut, strangers to lovers

word count:

warnings: alcohol and drug use, fighting and mentions of blood, ableism, eventual smut, slow burn, bullying, a lot of emotional and deep conversations, breakdowns, most warnings will be in each chapter if needed.

Release date: Summer 2025

Story inspired by “underpressure” by Gallant & Wooyoung, please go listen and it will be the main song rec for this story!

Chapters:

1. Speculation

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It’s coming y’all! I been very busy with adulting 😩 #Ihatebeinganadult

Under Pressure | Series Masterlist

summary: Scary. Mean. Intimidating: Words that put Song Mingi in a box that he didn’t create entering university. He was quiet for sure and had a face that scared guys away but made a lot of girls want to climb in his bed. He didn’t fight unless necessary, never raised his voice till someone raised theirs first, never depended on anyone until seven people decided it was okay for him to lean on someone from time to time. Now as a college senior, he still felt lonely especially at night when all the stars were just as mellow in brightness as the light in his eyes.

That was until he met you. Someone he always seen but never interacted with because of different crowds and different personalities. To him, you were the color that was missing to finish a canvas.

The biggest star to ever come into view.

pairing: fem reader x Song Mingi

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, fluff, college/adult au, smut, strangers to lovers

word count:

warnings: alcohol and drug use, fighting and mentions of blood, ableism, eventual smut, slow burn, bullying, a lot of emotional and deep conversations, breakdowns, most warnings will be in each chapter if needed.

Release date: Summer 2025

Story inspired by “underpressure” by Gallant & Wooyoung, please go listen and it will be the main song rec for this story!

Chapters:

1. Speculation

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Control Me.

summary: Comeback breaking new records and reaching the ears of new listeners. To celebrate the staff decide to take the boys for a night out but all Yunho could think as the drinks start to sink in was you.

pairing: fem reader x idol! Jeong Yunho

genre: established relationship, romance, fluff, idol au, smut

word count: 3,257

warnings: alcohol consumption, making out, whiny drunk sub Yunho, dry humping, handjob, unprotected sex (don’t do this), slight BDSM (really just bondage nothing extreme), slight choking, fingering, Yunho is super sensitive (cums in his pants lol), begging kink?, reverse cowgirl, creampie, talks about subspace (Yunho has a subdrop and is very confused about it)

song rec: Pygma Girl by BIBI

a/n: just a little something before I start Under Pressure which I’ll have first chapter posted next weekend. This Yunho has been in my mind since this photos were released! Sorry for the late upload, hope you enjoy!

“Cheers to another great comeback!”

Everyone took their shots and Yunho hesitated but took his too. It was a week after Golden Hour Part 3 had been released and the first week of promotions were over. The boys had hit a few number ones on charts internationally and made number 2 on the Billboard 200. What also was shocking about their charting in Korea, they never had made it on the charts so high. The CEO was so proud of them, he decided to host a gathering at one of the restaurants near the company.

Yunho was very excited and always grateful but watching everyone happy and celebrating, he just wished you were able to be here with him. 

“Why do you look so down?” Wooyoung asked, pouring another shot. 

“I’m okay, I just..” He sighed. 

“If you want to go, you know you can”

“I do but she told me to have fun since it’s been stressful especially with tour coming up again” 

You and Yunho had been dating for almost two years… privately. He met you at the Riot Games Museum in LA, you were an intern there for the summer while he was there performing for KCON. You had let him know you were just there for a few months and would be back in Seoul that fall. Everything started off very slowly, you became good friends which turned into Yunho asking you on a date two months after your return to Korea.

Instead of a nice restaurant, he set up a nice romantic rooftop dinner. You understood that because of him being an idol that privacy was key and there were long talks with KQ before they agreed to let you continue dating in secret. Sometimes it did bother you that you couldn’t be open about your relationship but it’s also very nice to not have everyone in your business. 

Yunho wishes he could show you off because you deserve to be seen. 

Meeting each other's parents had to be the hardest point for you guys. His parents thought you wanted him for money and your parents thought that he was going to ruin you and have many fans attack you. Yunho reassured his parents that you were not like that and you proved that to them. 

Your parents’ relationship with Yunho is still on the rocks even after almost three years.

They don’t trust him. They care about your safety and they feel like in the end if it comes down to it, he chooses to save his career over saving you from drowning in the sea of online bullying and possible threats in real life. 

“Well drink up and get a little drunk, we don’t get too many nights like this” 

“You’re right,” Yunho nodded. 

One turned into two and two turned six. Yunho wasn’t a lightweight at all but he knew his limit. The soju beer mixture was making him very warm but he knew he fucked up when San pulled out a whiskey bottle. 

“I thought you kept that for display,” Hongjoong said, raising an eyebrow at San. 

“It’s a special night for us and it calls for some old fashion whiskey,” San smiled. 

Yunho didn’t know if he should mix but after some convincing from the BBT dancers, he took about 3 shots of the dark liquor and chugged another glass of beer. 

As he traced the top of the beer bottle while listening to Jongho talk about a crazy run in with a fan, all he could think about was you. 

Your scent. Your lips. Your beautiful eyes. Your laugh. 

He really missed you even though he had just seen you the night before. He wanted to do a lot with you that his drunk brain couldn’t put together at the moment. The boys started to notice his zoning out and looked at each other. 

“Yunhooo,” Wooyoung wrapped an arm around him. 

“Mm,” he muttered, then hiccupied. 

“Are you ready to go see Y/N?”

Yunho made eye contact with the boys and nodded so fast that they thought his head might fall off. All of them laughed and Hongjoong went to tell a manager to take Yunho to your apartment. It took about three of them to help Yunho in the car since he was about three seconds into falling on his face.

They did not need him to break his nose again. 

The ride to your place felt so long and dizzy for Yunho. He couldn’t wait to be near you and touch you. He hoped when you got to your door, you would open it and he would see you wearing his clothes. God did he love it when you wore one of his hoodies or shirts with nothing underneath. 

He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back into the passenger seat just hoping he didn’t puke before seeing you. 

Three knocks on the door and you hopped up from the couch, confused. You weren’t expecting this one this late but once you heard a “whoops” and hiccup, you knew it was Yunho coming from their get together but he didn’t text you saying he was on the way. You quickly went to throw on some shorts since you only had on Yunho’s spiderman shirt and boy shorts then went to unlock the door and saw Yunho slumped on his two managers who were holding up on each side. 

“Hey baby” Yunho slurred, smiling drunkenly at you. 

“Yunho” you crossed your arms. 

“You told me to have fun,” he whined. 

“Hey Y/N, he’s kind of heavy so where can we take him?” one of them said. 

“The couch is fine,” you said sweetly to them. 

They took a very whiny and giggly Yunho to the couch and carefully put him down. He waved at him as they left out and they shook their heads, waving back. 

“Thank you again guys,” you said, opening the door. 

“Make sure he reports to practice at noon tomorrow please” 

“Will do,” you gave them a thumbs up. 

You closed and locked the door, sighing. You turned to Yunho and he was laying down with his arm over his eyes. You walked over and squatted down by his head, running your fingers through his hair. 

“How much did you drink?”

“I lost count after the whiskey shots” 

“Jeong Yunho” 

“It’s San’s fault!” He removed his arm and looked at you. 

“You could have said no” , you flicked his forehead. 

“Ouch” he pouted. 

You both fell silent for a minute, just the sound of your air conditioning blowing and the water running into your fish’s tank. Yunho kept staring at you and you raised an eyebrow at him. He smiled warmly and his eyes showed some much admiration but they were also hazy from him not being sober. 

“What?” you asked. 

“Come here” 

He pulled you on top of him and you straddled him comfortably, laying your head on his chest. He started to rub your back and his hands felt so nice and warm. You thought all was nice and innocent till you felt his hands move down to your ass and give it a squeeze. 

“Yunho” 

“Please,” he muttered. 

His tone made you look up at him. He was pouty and ears were starting to turn red, you were also feeling his dick hardening on his thigh. Yunho only got this when he was either drunk or having a rough week and needed you to take care of him. He was always the dominant one when it came to your dynamic but you lived for moments where he let you be in control. 

You sat up and dragged a hand down his chest slowly, he whimpered as you traced around his right nipple. His hands moved back up to your hips and his grip tightened just a bit. 

“Babe I-”

You slide your hand back up and gently wrap your fingers around his neck and he gasps lightly. You leaned down and kissed him with him immediately kissing you back. He tasted mostly of whiskey and soju, you don’t know why but it kind of turned you on even though you weren’t too big on alcohol. To test out how sensitive he was, you grinded down on him. He moaned lightly in mouth and you took the opportunity to swirl your tongue around his and apply a little pressure on his neck from your grip. 

You felt him jerk while his hands tightened on your hips again then he stilled for a little bit, that only happens when he…

“Yunho, did you just cum?” you asked, pulling away slightly from his kiss. 

He stared at you as his face became more red. Yunho hasn’t come that soon in a long time, meaning around the first time you had sex with each other. You were a virgin at the time and he just couldn’t control himself, which was a given. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you smiled and shook his head. 

“I-I’m not” 

“You totally are, come on” 

You got off of him and pulled him up, dragging him to your bedroom. You sat him down and tapped his legs so he could spread them then dropped down to your knees. You kept eye contact with him as you started to undo his pants.

“You know the last two outfits of this comeback have been driving me insane?”

“Y-Yeah? You didn’t say anything about it” 

“I had to control myself or I would have came down to the music show building and have you bend me over in the green room”

He moaned at that and from your small hand wrapping around his dick. His size always surprised  you because how could someone carry this around in their pants everyday. He was thick and a nice length, the veins being so prominent makes your mouth water.

“It also made me jealous”

“How?”

“All those girls getting to look at you all day while I’m here at home, only being to see on TV” you started to stroke him slowly, his cum from just a few moments ago making  your hand glide with ease. “How would you feel if I looked that good and you couldn’t get your hands on me right then and there, mm?”

“F-Fuck” he muttered as your hand moved faster. 

“Don’t cum”

“I-I”

“Yunho, I will stop and leave you here,” you said firmly. 

He whined and did his best to hold it in. He was still the effects from when he came five minutes ago, the overstimulation was killing him. He was trying to think of every possible thing to slow down the hot sensation coiling in his stomach again. 

He was a goner as you spit on his dick and moved even faster. 

“Shit!,” His body locked up a little as he came hard and some ended up on his shirt that you were wearing. You stopped and when he looked down at you after opening his eyes, you had a look of fire in your eyes. 

“Y/N.. I-”

“Clothes off and lay up against the headboard, don’t make me say it twice,” the dominance dripped off your voice. You got up and walked into the bathroom. Yunho moved quickly with excitement but also slight fear. You weren’t too rough with him when he did something you didn’t approve of. He was still kind of drunk but the two times of him cumming, he felt a little floaty but somewhat felt like he was sobering up little by little. 

You walked back out, naked with two sets of handcuffs in your hand. Yunho sucked in some air, looking at you and he never gets tired of seeing you like this. He felt his dick start to get hard again, you laughed a little at it. You walked over and motioned him to put his hands out, he obeyed and you cuffed each of his wrists to the bed posts on the sides of your bed. 

“Since you can’t listen, no touching tonight. If you don’t cum again until after I do.. I think about uncuffing you”

He nodded and blinked slowly. Yunho couldn’t describe the feeling running through his head but this isn’t the first time this has happened to him while you guys have had sex. You didn’t want to tell him that he fell into subspace before and that it’s happening again because you didn’t exactly know how it would take that.

Hell, you didn’t know Yunho was okay with being submissive sometimes until the first time it happened. You know Yunho isn’t an overly masculine man but at the end of the day, he is a man and some aren’t comfortable talking about things in that nature. You wanted him to come to you if he ever had questions about it but for now, Yunho just felt like it was a nice place in his head that he drifted off to when you made him feel good. 

You climbed on top of him, straddling but then you leaned back slightly so he had a good view of your soaked pussy. He groaned at the slight, trying to reach forward but the handcuffs held him place. 

“Don’t move baby,” you said as you moved your fingers down and started to rub your clit. You slowly pressed two fingers inside, keeping eye contact with him. All Yunho could do was sit there and watch. His whines made you wetter and his begs to touch you made you feel so good because you had some much power over him right now. You turned around so your back was facing him and you grabbed his dick, lining it up with your entrance.  

“Remember, don’t cum till I say so,” You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked slightly. Yunho nodded slowly and watched you. The overwhelming pleasure running through his body he couldn’t form words to speak. 

You slowly slid down, hissing at the stretch. You knew it would be a little painful even though you tried to stretch yourself out before then. Your fingers weren’t as long or thick as Yunho’s. He moaned as you bottomed out on top of him. Even though his brain was kind of melted, he tried not to cum again and closed his eyes. You started with slow rolls, taking your time to adjust to his size like you always have to. Once you relaxed, your slow rolls turned into bouncing at a subtle pace with hands planted on his stomach. 

“Baby please,” Yunho whined, opening his eyes a little. “F-Faster”

“You think you deserve it?” you smirked. 

“P-Please, I’ll be good” He groaned. “I-I’ll be perfect for you” 

Fuck, you never thought seeing someone like Yunho beg like this would become a kink. You knew it had become one because even when he’s innocently begging for you to come eat with him after a practice or to stay five minutes on a game level he’s trying to finish, it makes your core flutter. 

You decided to turn around and face him, sliding off a little then sliding back down on him. You wrapped a hand around his throat as you began to bounce on his dick once more, he moaned as he tried to kiss you. You love riding him because it feels like he reaches places so much deeper. 

You kissed and licked around his ear, whispering sweet nothings as you bounced harder. You could feel him shaking slightly under your fingers and you could tell he was close again, little did he know that band in your stomach was about to snap any second. You kissed him deeply and he kissed back, trying to keep up. 

“I’m close,” he whined in your mouth. 

“It’s okay, me too,” you moaned. 

After two more digs at your g-spot, you came so hard on top of him. Your body shook as you tried to ride it out, gasping into his mouth. Yunho came a few seconds after you for the third time tonight but instead of the usual panting and groans he usually does. 

He was whimpering. 

You looked down at him as you pulled away. His eyes were a bit more dilated than usual and he was a bit non-verbal. He was dropping.

“Yunho baby”

He just kept whimpering then closed his eyes. You slide off his dick carefully, rushing to take the cuffs off his wrists. You laid beside him and pulled him into your chest, he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. You played in his hair then rubbed his back slowly all over. He let out a sigh and you saw his eyes flutter open. You looked down at him and sighed in relief.

“What was that?” His tone raspy. 

“Probably the mix of your drinking then the intensity from cumming three times probably made your body go into shock” 

“No,” he cuddled into your chest deeper. “That was different, I didn’t know where I was. It was like I was floating on a cloud then I fell and kept falling” 

“I’ll tell you in the morning, okay? Just rest for a little then we’ll shower” 

Yunho didn’t press it but he nodded. He was really curious about what that feeling was. 

You were in the kitchen, making breakfast while Yunho was getting ready to head to practice. He always left some clothes at your place in case he couldn’t run back to the dorms. You started to plate when you heard his footsteps and you felt his arms wrap around your waist, placing a kiss on your temple. 

“Smells good”

“I know you need the protein beforehand so just a simple omelet and bacon this morning”

“Always attentive,” he pecked your lips then walked to your refrigerator, grabbing the orange juice. You took your plates over to the table while he brought over the two glasses of orange juice he made for both of you. 

You two ate  in a comfortable silence for a few minutes till you saw his eyebrows furrowed together a little and you knew what he was about to talk about. 

“It’s called subspace,” you said, hesitantly. 

“Subspace?”

“It’s a place you go to when you feel overwhelming pleasure, kind of like a floaty feeling” 

“So when I said I felt like I was on a cloud? I was in subspace”

You nodded. He looked down at his food and you could tell he was processing. 

“Why did I feel like I was falling? What even triggers a subspace?” he asked, concerned. 

“Before I answer that, Yunho please know it doesn’t make you any less of a man”

“I know that, it just scared me for a bit because I didn’t really have control of my body like the feeling of it” 

“Understood,” you nodded. “You had experienced a subdrop, I think it was because of you cumming three times last night when you haven’t before. Also being drunk and tied up added on to it.” 

“Got it,” he nodded. 

“Would you rather not be submissive anymore? I don’t mind really”

“It’s not that,” he blushed. “I enjoyed last night really,” he looked away. 

“You’re so cute,” you laughed. 

“I’m heading to practice now,” he rolled his eyes, playfully and getting up. He leaned down and pecked your lips a few times. You smiled as he kissed your cheeks then your forehead. 

“Come over after my schedules today, I’ll probably be a bit busy after today because of tour starting soon”

“Sure thing” 

“I love you” 

“I love you too”

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Posting on Tuesday 😫 I have a major migraine and could not finish tonight

This is in my drafts 🌚 i’ll try to drop Sunday or Monday

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This is in my drafts 🌚 i’ll try to drop Sunday or Monday

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All work posted here are my originals. Everything is fictional and does not represent any of the idols in real ways. All of my fics will contain smut and mature content so if you are under 18, please minors DNI!

Please do not repost or translate my stories!

Key for fics: (f) fluff… (s) smut… (a) angst

🫧 series

🫀 oneshots

Kim Hongjoong

🫧 Unravel ft. Yeosang (f) (s) (a) | released december ‘24 (completed)

Park Seonghwa

Coming Soon...

Jeong Yunho

🫀 Winterfall (f) (s)

Kang Yeosang

🫀 The Toxicity Of Dance (a) (f) (s)

Choi San

Coming soon…

Song Mingi

🫧 Under Pressure (a) (f) (s) | released: tba

Jung Wooyoung

🫀 Forbidden (f) (a) (s)

Choi Jongho

Coming Soon…

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ATEEZ @ Dingo Music 'Tipsy Live' 250616 😭

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Yall his proportions are CRAZYYYY

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ATEEZ - Lemon Drop (2025)

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the middle is where i belong

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Under Pressure | Series Masterlist

summary: Scary. Mean. Intimidating: Words that put Song Mingi in a box that he didn’t create entering university. He was quiet for sure and had a face that scared guys away but made a lot of girls want to climb in his bed. He didn’t fight unless necessary, never raised his voice till someone raised theirs first, never depended on anyone until seven people decided it was okay for him to lean on someone from time to time. Now as a college senior, he still felt lonely especially at night when all the stars were just as mellow in brightness as the light in his eyes.

That was until he met you. Someone he always seen but never interacted with because of different crowds and different personalities. To him, you were the color that was missing to finish a canvas.

The biggest star to ever come into view.

pairing: fem reader x Song Mingi

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, fluff, college/adult au, smut, strangers to lovers

word count (current): 4,132

warnings: alcohol and drug use, fighting and mentions of blood, ableism, eventual smut, slow burn, bullying, a lot of emotional and deep conversations, breakdowns, most warnings will be in each chapter if needed.

Release date: August 16th, 2025

Story inspired by “underpressure” by Gallant & Wooyoung, please go listen and it will be the main song rec for this story!

Chapters:

1. Speculation

2. Logically

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The Toxicity Of Dance (Re-edited)

summary: You and Yeosang have been attached to hip since you were 10 years old and it was all because of dance, what happens when it becomes the main reason why the friendship almost falls apart?

pairing: reader x non-idol! Yeosang

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, college au kind of??, smut, best friends to lovers

word count: 5,901

warnings: a lot of self-doubt, overthinking, yelling, crying, Wooyoung being so real with Yeosang (like get it together), making out, soft dom! yeosang, dry humping, unprotected sex (don't do this lmao), fingering, slow sex that turns a little rough, creampie.

song rec: Can't by GSoul

“Again Sangie! If you want to make it to round two, your turns have to be sharper,” you yelled, standing high on a chair in front of the mirrors. 

“Easy for you to say” He huffed, squatting. “I can never pick up choreography fast like you”

“You don’t have to be like me, be like you. Individually is key when it comes to these auditions”

“I’m taking five” He sighed, walking out of the studio room. You heard the bathroom door down the hall shut. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed as well. 

You and Yeosang were always been attached to the hip since you were 10 years old. As socially awkward as you thought you were, Yeosang’s first encounter with you was tripping over his own two feet trying to do a running pirouette on the playground. 

It was history between you after that moment. 

Joining the dance teams together all the way to high school graduations. The late nights in the studios, helping each other on the moves. Junk food runs to the nearest convenience store for the casual banana milk and spicy egg ramen you both would be scolded for the next morning by your dance coach for eating. 

Those times you cherished the most. You wish you could relive them before the auditions after high school happened. That’s when everything started to feel so….off. 

You were always complimented for how quick you learned choreography  from teammates and coaches. Yeosang never had a problem either but it took him a little tweaking always because of his insecurities that he shared with you when he was comfortable enough to. 

All his doubts always rooted somewhere deep, he never brought them to you though. It was the occasional “I’m just getting into my head too much” or “Maybe I didn’t get enough sleep or practice hard enough” with the shrug of his shoulders. His eyes always told a different story. 

Hurt. Anxiousness. Sadness. 

Of course, Yeosang never blamed you for how he felt or he failed to improve on his skills for all these years. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for how weak he can be sometimes. 

As he looks in this large mirror, he wonders how he will improve this late. Being almost 20 and not accepted yet hurt his confidence but he thought he was good enough. His parents always saw dancing as a waste of time when he could be in someone’s law school. Every time he went home to visit, they reminded him of how much of a failure he is to them at this very moment. He never told you about those visits, he couldn’t. He felt like you would pity him and feel bad for him. Yeosang didn’t want that, especially not from you. 

A person who held the stars in their eyes and had so much faith in him when he didn’t have that much faith in himself. 

Yeosang made his way back to the room and took a pause at the door as he saw you going over his choreography for the solo portion of his audition. You flowed like water and your moves were sharper than the blade of a knife. He smiled a little, admiring you and that one thought always came in his mind when he saw you move like that…

How could he ever confess his love to you when you were so out of his league?

Yeosang never thought he was crush on you would be anything more that but staying by your side for all these years made him fall deep and he couldn’t see himself standing up anytime soon but he didn’t deserve you. You needed someone sure of themself, talented like you, successful like you. Yeosang thought of himself as a burden and only someone will bring you down in the long run. That’s why after you were accepted and he wasn’t, it was the first step of him needing to let these feelings go because he was a failure. That moment was almost two years ago and he still hasn’t made any progress. 

He keeps trying to distance himself but you always find a way to make your way back to him with your star filled eyes and warm smile. 

Yeosang snapped out his thoughts, walking back and you smiled at him slightly though the mirror and paused the music.

“Are you ready to practice some more?” You asked. 

“As ready as I’ll ever” He shrugged and stretched his arms out a bit. 

“Let’s take it from the top and I’ll mark with you”

He nodded, standing in his starting pose. You pressed play and Toxic Love by Colde blasted through the speakers. He gave it his all and you helped him mark his spacing. As he made the right turns and caught on to the right queues, you praised him in sharp claps and sounds of enthusiasm. It made his heart pound and his brain feel a little fuzzy. You made him run through the dance two more times before giving him another break. 

“Sangie, I've been working on something for our team’s showcase. Can I get your feedback?” 

“Sure” He gulped more water down his throat. 

You grabbed his phone and searched for the song. Shortly after your success, Lock In by Gemini and Destiny Rogers started to play and Yeosang watched as you started to dance and hit those sharp points like you could do in your sleep. 

Foot always pointed, body isolation always perfection in his eyes, and good lord were your facial expressions to die for. Yeosang always went into a trace watching you move. He just hoped you could never hear the loud ripples of his beating heart as they always seemed to match the rhythm of your steps. 

“What do you think?” You asked as the song ended. 

“Always perfect Y/N” Yeosang smiled at you. You smiled back at him, laughing in a little disbelief. You weren’t always perfect but everyone always had the imagine they were. If only they saw the real you sometimes, the person who wanted to see her as more than this talented dancer and more as a regular human being. Yeosang was the only person who saw you for you  besides my parents. It was draining, exhausting, and you didn’t know how long you could keep up with the fake act of being fine all the time. 

“I’m hungry” Yeosang laid on the ground. 

“We can go get some fried chicken if you do your routine two more times” You smirked a little and you started laughing at the way Yeosang whipped his head in your direction. 

“Don’t lie to me”

“I’m not and I’ll pay” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Yeosang got and stretched a little, hitting his pose waiting for you to start the music. You giggled and turned on the song, watching him do it full out without him needing you to mark him. You watched him hit those turns and let the music carry him. His face was strong and playful just like you told him to do… to let himself feel the song. After the music stopped, all you could hear was Yeosang’s heavy breathing then he slowly walked over to his dance bag. 

“Chicken now” 

You laughed, packing everything up and he basically dragged you out of the studio. In a matter of 10 minutes, you both managed to make it to the closest and your favorite chicken spot. As promised you paid for dinner and the bottle of soju because Yeosang is a sneaky bastard. After an hour of laughter and an unplanned drinking game he created on spot, you two made your way out of the restaurant as the chilly wind of the fall season wrapped around you.

“I’m stuffed Y/N, why did you let me eat so much?” Yeosang whined, rubbing his stomach. He was currently walking you back to your apartment which was in the other direction of where he lived. You told him you guys could have parted after eating but he insisted. 

“You know you can’t control yourself but now you got to work extra hard in the gym tomorrow” 

“I was eating out of nervousness honestly” 

“Sangie”

“I know I know” He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I didn’t mean to, I should have stopped once I eat 8 since they were whole wings at that” 

“It’s okay, you been dieting well for the audition so it’ll be fine” 

“Do you think I’ll make it into school this time?” He looked at you. 

“I believe that you will, you got everything down. You just have to believe in yourself and know that you are capable” 

“You always know what to say” He chuckled, looking at the sky. You looked at him and smiled but then you felt yourself start to stare at him. The streetlights falling so beautifully on his skin, making his birthmark look even more pretty tonight. God do you love the fact he decided to dye his hair blonde for something new and different for himself.

“Something on my face?” He said, breaking you out of your thoughts. You shook your head, looking away before he could see the blush creeping up to your cheeks. He raised his eyebrow at you then noticed how slightly red your ears were. Was he imagining things or were you checking him out? He shook his head, looking forward because you would never do that. You never saw Yeosang in that way, well to his knowledge of course. You dated around since you two were friends, you weren’t a casual dater but all your exes just sucked and you were a person to give people two chances before it was over for them depending on the circumstances. Yeosang was there to wipe your tears and share a pint of ice cream with you after those break ups and you always appreciated him for that. 

“Well this is me” You said, nodding up to your apartment. 

“Get some sleep and text me if you want to come with me to practice again”

“You know I always will if you ask” 

Yeosang felt his heart race when you said that. He pulled you into a hug and squeezed tight as you hugged him back. You both pulled away, smiling at each other. 

Tell her.. Tell her now.. That’s all that ran through Yeosang’s head but he pushed it back because he didn’t want to ruin this. He didn’t want the friendship to turn into an awkward thing because of your rejection. 

“Goodnight Y/N”

“Night Sangie” 

You walked up the stairs and he watched you get inside safety before turning on heels to walk home. The fall wind and the half crescent moon carrying him home. 

Yeosang’s hands were shaky as he waited in the hallway to be called for the solo portion. He didn’t know solos would be before the group dances and that made him even more anxious. You unfortunately couldn’t be in there with him but you waited out in the lobby of the auditorium. You knew he would do great and if he wasn’t always analyzing things you knew Yeosang could do whatever he wanted if he didn’t think twice. 

“Kang Yeosang” A lady walked out the room and called. 

He slightly jogged over to her and followed behind as she guided him to the stage. He took some deep breaths and made sure to stretch a little bit. As he walked on the stage, the lights were bright and blinding him a bit. He saw the same three judges from last year and he could tell based on their expressions they remembered him. 

“Ah Mr. Kang, welcome back” one of them said. Yeosang quickly greeted them and bowed, gosh he felt like such a loser with his nervousness quickly being noticeable. 

“What will you be performing this time? I hope it’s a little more clean than last year” the second judge said, chuckling a little. 

“I-I made a piece to Toxic Love by Colde, it’s an R&B based choreo but also some hints of hip hop” 

“Mm, interesting well let’s see.” The last judge said. 

Yeosang nodded and handed the mic to one of the staff members, getting into his starting pose. As he stood there, his mind drifted to you. Your words replaying in his head, you marking his spacing, and your laughter during dinner that you both shared a few days ago.  

You got this Sangie.

The music played and Yeosang moved so sharp and clean like you told him too, his body so light like he was floating. His movements are like water but so captivating to the eye, the heavy hip hop parts making his body pop. He felt unstoppable.. Until the turn that had been giving him trouble since he started. As he was about to go into it, his nerves got the best of him and he stumbled a bit but he caught himself continuing. Yeosang didn’t let it show, keeping up with his amazing facial expressions but deep inside he was trembling and wanted to cry. As the song came to an end, he hit the finishing pose and the judges clapped a little. 

“Thank you Mr. Kang, next dancer!” One of the judges said. Yeosang quickly bowed and made his way off stage. He felt his eyes burn and he wanted to cry so bad, to hide from everyone but he had to pull it together for the group portion. He ran into the bathroom to wipe off some sweat and take some more deep breaths before going back out in the hall to run over the group choreography that they gave in an email two nights ago. When he received it, he knew they were testing memory which wasn’t his strong suit but he was determined and with your coaching, he knew he got it. 

After about 30 minutes, everyone was called to the stage again for the group portion. The judges had explained to everyone that they would be split into groups of three so they could pay attention to the execution of the choreography and how clean we were. Yeosang decided to tune everyone out and look at others while they danced. Until he was called, he ran through the choreography very slowly and went over parts that he knew were giving him a hard time. Once his name was called, he prepared himself mentally and let out some air. 

You become the steps, don’t let the steps become you. Let it take over you. 

Yeosang opened his eyes as soon as the music started and gave it his all. He felt on top of the world and nothing else mattered except the music and how he felt in this moment. 

Free. 

He must have had bad tunnel vision because as quick as it started, the 3 minute track was over and he was hitting his last pose. Other people in the groups clapped for him and the others as well as the judges. He turned a little red and bowed, running back to his spot in the back of the group. He watched as other groups went after him and his nerves started to take over as he saw how amazing the other people were. Those dark thoughts started to roam around his head.

What if I’m not good enough? What if I danced harder? My stumble in my solo is going to ruin my chances. 

Failure. Failure. FAILURE. 

“Alright, we are going to announce the top 30 who will be starting in our spring semester in about an hour.” One of the judges said. “Please go hydrate and  get a little food, thank you!”

Yeosang made his way off the stage and out of the auditorium. He needed something to relieve his stress, he needed comfort right now. 

He needed you. 

You were sitting on one of the benches down the hall, waiting for him while typing a paper for one of your classes. Suddenly you felt your computer being moved from your lap and a body pulled you up in a hug. Once you recognized the blonde hair, you calmed down. You hugged Yeosang back, rubbing his back. You tried to pull away and speak to him but he squeezed you tighter to not move. He was shaking a little bit and you guided him so you both could sit down. He laid his head on your shoulder and sighed. 

“Sangie” 

“I fucked up Y/N”

“I’m sure it’s in your head.” You frowned. 

“The turn in my solo, I stumbled a little and I know everyone else was probably perfect. What if I don’t get–”

“Yeosang stop.” You pulled away from him and looked at him. “You are letting your nerves get you in order, you probably did just fine. You practiced way more than you did last time and I believe in you, believe in yourself that you did amazing.” He stared at you and nodded, looking down. 

“Let’s get you some food and water, they serving pork katsu in our cafe today”

After getting some food in his body and more water, you guys spent the next hour just talking about random things. You wanted to take some of Yeosang’s mind off the audition and get him into a more positive mindset. He deserved it and he needed that after almost stressing himself out plus the strict diet he placed himself on for the past month. They announced on the intercom for the dancers to make their way to the auditorium. You gave Yeosang a quick and he nervously walked back, wiping his sweaty hands on his sweatpants. You just hoped there was a different outcome this year. 

Because Yeosang deserved that. He needed it. He needed to know he wasn’t a failure that he made himself out to be. 

“We will be going in rank order so please stand once you hear your name.” One of the judges said. She started reading off the list and names were being called left and right. Yeosang wasn’t expecting to be top 10 since his little stumble but once she got the 25th name, he lost all hope. He looked down and his eyes started to burn. Another year of failing and not being good enough he told himself. 

“..and number 30 is Kang Yeosang”

Yeosang’s head whipped up so fast in disbelief but he slowly stood up while he saw some others about to cry or they got so angry that they left already. Yeosang couldn’t believe he made it but instead of happiness, he felt so sad. He was the last rank out of everyone which means he was still not as good as he thought. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Congrats to everyone, Spring semester starts in mid January. Make sure you register for your classes and get your dorm room if you need housing. Welcome to the #1 performing arts school in Seoul.” Everyone clapped and bowed to the judges as they left the room. Yeosang felt more defeated than relieved, he greeted some of his future classmates. He walked to the back to grab his bag then headed out. He couldn’t face you. Yes, you would be happy that he got in but he still feels like he’s not good enough to talk to you right now especially knowing he ranked last into making it. He walked out the front doors of the building and began his journey home so he can finally cry and scream like he’s been wanting since he stumbled in his solo dance. 

“Sangie?!” 

He heard your voice and continued but stopped once you got in front of him. He noticed you were trying to catch your breath. He felt bad that you came looking for him but he felt the indescribable sadness and rag starting to build up in his stomach. It made him feel so nauseous. 

“Hey, why did you leave like that? Did you make it?”

“I did Y/N” 

“Why do you sound so sad?! You should be fucking excited, holy shit Sangie I knew you would make it” 

“I was last ranked Y/N.” You went quiet at his statement and he immediately felt like you were judging him. He knew he needed to run away, he needed to drown himself in his sorrows… just for tonight. He tried to pass you but you moved in his view. 

“Yeosang just wait… maybe there–”

“Save it please, just be happy I made it”

“Why are you being so mean about it?” You raised your eyebrow. “I’m just trying to help–”

“Y/N, I didn’t ask for your help.. Please just let me go home” 

“Not till you talk to me, you do this all the time where something upsets you and you shut me out.” You crossed your arms, frowning. “We are best friends Sangie.. We have been for the past decade and it still seems like you don’t trust me.”

“Not everything is always about you Y/N!” He yelled. You stood there at a loss of words, you never saw him like this. He looked so angry and enraged, your mind was trying to find so many things to say but no words were coming out.  

“Yeosang..”

“Not everyone can be fucking perfect like you! It’s always about you and how do you think that makes me feel constantly living in your shadow!” He started pacing back and forth, you just watched with your mouth closed.

Eyes starting to burn. 

“God, even my fucking parents worship the ground you walk while I’m some fucking failure of kid to them. I’m never good enough for them or for anyone for that fucking matter. I just wanted to go home and release my emotions but you just always have to do that thing where you dig and I didn’t ask you to!” 

Yeosang stopped pacing once he heard a sniffle. He turned to look at you and saw the tears running down your cheeks. Your eyes which usually held the stars were filled with hurt and sadness. Yeosang’s anger flew out the window once he realized what he had done. He took his anger out on you and didn’t mean anything he had said. You were just here and you were trying to be there for him. 

“Y/N.. I-”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry that I bring you so much pain.” You sniffled and turned on your heels, walking away. Yeosang would have gone after you but he knew this was probably for the best, he wasn’t good for you and you were way too good for him. 

“Are you fucking stupid?” 

“Woo I-”

“You let your fucking emotions get so out of wreck, you made the girl you been in love with for years cry and you semi-blamed her for all the things that’s been going on with you.” Yeosang looked down as his other best friend since diapers scolded him. 

“Yeosang, you are a lot of things that I don’t wish to dive into but oh my god you are fucking dumbass”

“I get it.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Do you? It’s been three days and you still haven’t apologized”

“I don’t know what to say and she probably has me blocked. I’m no good for her” 

“Why are you deciding that for her?” Yeosang looked at him, confused. 

“What do you mean?” 

“If you weren’t such a damn shithead, you would know Y/N is in love with you too” 

“You’re lying” 

“I may say some shit out of my ass sometimes but I would never lie about this. She looks at you like you are the light in her life. I swear you two have been dancing around each other since middle school, it’s annoying” Wooyoung sat down beside him. Yeosang started to think about all the times you spent together, all the memories hitting him like a tidal wave. He also couldn’t miss the way you looked at him last week, maybe he wasn’t imagining things and maybe you did feel the same as him. 

“It doesn’t matter now, she probably has me blocked” He sighed and leaned his head back on the couch. 

“Well you know where she lives, now get your ass over there and apologize”

“Wooy–” 

“I will personally shove my foot down your throat and out your ass” 

“Okay okay.” Yeosang stood up, throwing on his zip up and grabbing his keys, leaving his and Wooyoung’s apartment. As he walked to your apartment, he kept thinking if he should get you something as something to add on to his sorry. He went with his gut and stopped by a flower shop to get dandelions which were your favorite flowers and also your favorite coffee order from the cafe you always stop by before coming to his home. He made it to your apartment about 10 minutes after his stops, slowly walking up the stairs. Yeosang was nervous, he thought you might stomp on the flowers and throw the coffee in his face. You could also possibly tell him to fuck off, he just had so many scenarios going through his mind. 

He slowly knocked on your door 3 times and waited for you to open it. He panicked once he heard the locks turn and you appeared in front of him. 

“Yeosang? What are you doing here?” 

“Can I come in?” 

“Depends.. Are you going to yell at me again?” You frowned. 

“No, I promise.” You moved to the side to let him in. He walked in, taking off his shoes then turning around to face you as you shut the door. You turned to him and crossed your arms. 

“I brought these for you.” He handed you your favorite flowers and your go to coffee order. It was a cute and thoughtful thing to do but it was going to take more than flowers and coffee to get your forgiveness. 

“Thank you Sangie” You mumbled. 

“Y/N,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry for what I said to you, I just let my anger and emotions towards everything build up and took it out on you”

“Did you really mean all the things you said?” You looked at him. 

“Of course not”

“So why did you explode on me like that when all I was trying to do was cheer you up?” You said with tears coming back into view. Yeosang honestly felt like complete shit. He didn’t mean to hurt you in that way and obviously didn’t mean for the way those words came out. Everything was weighing on him and because he felt like he was undeserving of a lot of things, pushing  you away would be good for you. 

“I.. I just thought if you were away from me, I wouldn’t be such a burden to you” He sighed and sat down on your couch, you stared at him and waited for him to continue. 

“I have always been unsure of myself since I was a kid and I never had the confidence like you or Wooyoung for that matter. My parents think I’m a failure and always compared me to other kids growing up. Every time I go visit, they just tell me how dance is a waste and I must not be good since I hadn’t gotten far after high school. I think all the pressure from them, this audition, and trying to be the best version I can be for you made me explode and you didn’t deserve that.” He looked up at you. “I’m so sorry Y/N”

You could tell in his eyes, he meant that. Yeosang hasn’t always been open with you but he has never once lied to you so you knew the apology was sincere. 

“Sangie–”

“Let me say this for you to kick me out.. I just feel like I should let you know before we probably stop seeing each other” He gulped and took a breath, looking in your eyes. “I love you.. More than a friend. I have since we were probably 14, I thought my crush would fade but I realized I was too deep in. I know you probably don’t feel the same especially after what I said to you but I–”

Yeosang’s eyes went wide when he felt your lips on his. He thought he was dreaming till the flowers fell on the ground and you placed the coffee on the table. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you back harder. 

Lips making sweet sounds. Tongues poking and twisting around each other. 

When you pulled away, Yeosang felt like he was in a trance. You were already so lovely to him but you looked even more beautiful than he had ever seen you. 

“I love you too Sangie.. More than a friend” You giggled. 

“Y/N.. you-”

“I swear you are so oblivious to everything, even our friend group knew we liked each other.. Everyone knew before you actually”

“Am I that dense?” He pouted. 

“A little but it’s cute” You both laughed. 

“Does this mean you accept my apology?” 

“Thought it was obvious Yeosang” You laughed again and he smiled. Now that you kissed him, he could not get enough of you. He pulled you down into his lap and you straddle him as he pressed his lips to yours. It seemed to be just a simple make out till you felt something poke you. 

“Yeosang..” You mumbled against his lips. 

“I-I couldn’t help it especially since you keep rocking in my lap” He chuckled. You pulled away, wrapping your arms around his neck. Yeosang just stared at you like you were just the most sacred thing he ever came across because to him you were. He pecked your lips a few times while rubbing your back. He noticed that your eyes were a bit lower than they were before and you slightly kept rolling your hips on him. 

“Y/N quit it” 

“I don’t want to” Yeosang just looked so good to you right now.. his messy blonde hair, no spot of makeup on his face, and muscles in plain sight in his black tank top. You kissed him again, exploring his mouth deeper this time. He groaned, pulling you closer if that was even possible. His hands roamed from the small of your back to the top of your ass. 

“Sangie” You let out a sigh as your clothed clit rubbed against his hard on covered by his sweatpants. 

“Tell me what you want Y/N” He said lightly, pushing a hand against your back for you to grind down harder. 

“Need you.. Want you” 

“Should we go to your room?” You shook your head, moving back a little and pulling down his sweats and briefs just enough to let his dick come up. Yoesang hissed at the cold air but moaned when your warm hand wrapped around him. You started to pump him up and down, he was thick and a little above average in length but nothing too crazy but it was mouth watering. 

“Another time” It was like he read your mind. “I just need to be inside of you pretty.. Now” You blushed at the pet name and lifted up your hips, sliding down your shorts and panties. Yeosang picked up his dick, slapping against your folds and hitting your clit a few times. You moaned at the feeling and let out a small scream when you felt one of his fingers enter you. 

“Y-Yeosang” You moaned. 

“Got to prep you, don’t want to hurt you baby” He thrusted his finger slowly in and out slowly that was until he started to ride this finger and he slipped in another, picking up the pace. Your moans were like music to his ears and he knew in this moment, he needed to have all of you. He felt your wetness start to drip down his fingers. 

“All this for me?”

“Just for y-you” You moaned out, throwing your head back. You had plenty of dreams over the last few years of what sex would be like with Yeosang. You wondered if he would be rough or gentle with you, you were about to find out soon. He pulled out his fingers and pushed you on to the couch so you were laying on your back. He rubbed his fingers over your lips and tapped them. You opened your mouth and shoved his two fingers on your tongue, allowing you to taste yourself. You moaned at that and sucked on his fingers, looking at him straight in the eye. 

“Fuck Y/N” He pulled out his fingers and dragged his dick along your lips, finally pushing in after all his teasing. You never felt so full and you loved feeling his body weight on top of you. 

He starts to pick up his pace as you adjust and relax, he looks down and watches the way he pumps in and out of you, you moan at the sight before grabbing his jaw and pulling him down for a kiss. 

“So tight around me, feel so perfect Y/N” He said against your lips. He opened up your legs more and plunged deeper, so deep you could feel it in your chest. You whimpered loudly at the feeling. 

“So good.. harder please” He looks you in the eye as he starts to pound in you and that sets you off. The sound of skin slapping and the squelching from your slick was making your head dizzy along with Yeosang’s deep moans and groans like this was the best pussy he ever had. He starts to hit that spongy spot in you that pulls you closer to your orgasm. 

“Like that baby?”

“Fuck.. yes yes Sangie. I’m close, just don’t stop please” You babbled. 

“Wasn’t planning on it, you feel so good” His pace picks up some more. He snakes a hand in between you and rubs your clit roughly in circles. You knew by the way you squealed and sounded so fucked out, you were not lasting long. 

“Gonna come Sangie” You gripped his back and the sounds you are making puts Yeosang in a trance, he never wants you to stop sounding like that for him.

“Let go for me princess, I got you” He looked at you, pecking your lips. “You got it Y/N, come all over my dick baby” You never heard him talk like that but it makes you squirt all over his dick. He starts to chase his own high, spilling inside of you. Good thing you’re on birth control or this would have been a crazy situation. 

Both of you panting and he rocks into you as you both come down from your highs. Yeosang starts to kiss all over your face and neck. You giggled at how it tickles and he smiles at you. 

“You know.. You could have been a little rougher. I don’t mind” You blush as you say that. 

“Are you asking for a round 2?” He raised his eyebrow. You shrugged and laughed as he stood up, picking you up as he made his way to your room.

You were in for a looong night. 

[thechaotictheoryy]

| a glimpse at love <3

[thechaotictheoryy]

Forbidden will probably be my last one shot for a minute! I want to work on the Mingi series I have planned 🙂‍↕️

Buttt…. If random ideas come in my head, I’ll definitely be posting some 🤗

[thechaotictheoryy]

Forbidden.

summary: Wooyoung wanted you when he realized it was too late, too late when you became his best friend's girlfriend. Three years later and you're single now but Wooyoung couldn't have you because in his head, you were always someone else's.. but until one night when he let those walls collapsed around him and suddenly his want outweighed the forbiddance.

pairing: reader x non-idol! Wooyoung

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, college au, smut, friends to lovers

word count: 5,927

warnings: cussing, yelling, fighting, small mentions of blood, mentions of infidelity, making out, soft bratty dom! Wooyoung, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this lmao), fingering, hand/veins kink (don't judge me please lmao), a bit of rough sex, slight hair pulling.

song rec: Elevator and Love Comes Back by Baekhyun

The sun peeped through Wooyoung’s window in his room straight into his eyes. He let out a small groan and turned the other way, feeling himself come in contact with another body. His eyes opened and he saw the random girl he brought there after the party last night. He sighed and got up, dragging himself to the bathroom. He took his shower and after he came out to wake up the girl, he noticed she was already gone. 

He sighed and walked to his closet. That’s what everyone did when they spent the night which is why he made it a rare occasion for them to do so. Wooyoung didn’t want a relationship anytime soon but he wasn’t an asshole who kicked people out after a night of fun, he would want to ask if they would like breakfast or not. Some of them would say yes but others would disappear out of his shared apartment before he could even ask. 

He threw on a hoodie and some sweats, running his fingers through his fresh blonde hair and walked to the kitchen. He saw Jongho already eating some cereal while scrolling on his phone. 

“Your fling left already,” He said. 

“I know, dipshit” Wooyoung opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. 

“She was pretty but she looked scared when she saw me in here” 

“I would too if the roommate of the guy I just slept with was just out here, eating and didn’t even say hello” 

Jongho chuckled and rolled his eyes, putting his bowel in the sink. Wooyoung noticed the apartment was a little too silent. 

“Where’s Hwa?” He asked and looked at Jongho.”Don’t tell me he’s..” 

 Jongho looked at him with a bit of worry in his eyes and Wooyoung already knew where Seonghwa was by that look. 

“He can’t keep doing this” Wooyoung rubbed his temples. 

“He won’t listen to anyone” 

You and Seonghwa had recently broke up about three months ago and it lead him to back to a previous ex Selugi who has now became his on and off again fuck buddy. She was a part of the reason you guys broke up to begin with but Seonghwa also just wasn’t himself when he was with her. 

He was sad, depressed, and leashed out on anyone who questioned him about her. 

“If this is his way of getting Y/N out of his head, it’s definitely not working” Wooyoung sighed. 

Wooyoung had known you before you and Seonghwa got together or even met for that matter. You both grew up in the same city and went to the same schools, you never became close but you had mutual friends all the time so it made you guys known to each other in passing. 

It wasn’t until freshman year that Wooyoung realized he had a crush on you, you both in the dance program so you ended up getting closer than he had expected and soon after he fell for you. When he was going to muster up the courage to ask you out, Seonghwa came into his dorm room and raved about this girl he made and how they had a coffee date. 

Turns out that girl was you. 

Jealousy. Anger. Envy. 

It ripped through Wooyoung’s 18 year old body like the black plague but he couldn’t do anything but be happy for his hyung. Seonghwa was emotionally sensitive and after his bad break up with Seulgi that same year, he couldn’t kill his happiness. So Wooyoung put his feelings to the back of his head, he stopped letting his heart flutter or cheeks turn a blood red around you. 

Three years laters and he still thinks you’re more beautiful than any statue in a museum. 

He wouldn’t dare try to get with you now, not while Seonghwa was like this or even when he got better. In his head, you were still Seonghwa’s…

Forbidden for him to touch. 

“Yeah, we should talk to him when he comes home,” Jongho rubbed his neck. “Text me when you’re on your way back and I’ll let you know if he’s here or not” 

Wooyoung nodded and watched Jongho head out the door. He chugged down his water then saw it was close to noon so he decided to head to campus and chill around till his class at 1:30. He hoped he would find Seonghwa before the talk tonight just so he could just talk to him alone. 

Wooyoung has known Seonghwa since they started rooming together in Wooyoung's freshman year and they got close very quickly, mostly on Wooyoung part of being super clingy and kind of friendly very fast. Seonghwa grew to love him a lot, he saw him more as a younger brother every day. 

Wooyoung needed to know what was going through his head especially since he decided to let Seulgi back in his life. 

After a ten minute bus ride to campus, Wooyoung set off to the cafe. He said hello to different people he passed and flirted with passing classmates who complimented his new blonde hair. Once he was in the cafe, his eyes searched for Seonghwa and they finally landed on him at a back table with Seugli and her friends. He groaned and rolled his eyes, walking his way over. 

“Can I borrow him for a sec?” He didn’t let anyone answer as he grabbed Seonghwa’s arm and walked to the other side to get in line. 

“Woah” Seonghwa snatched his arm back and crossed them. “Why did you do that?” 

“We need to talk and I need to know what the hell you are doing back with Seulgi” Wooyoung said, grabbing a caesar salad and juice and walking over to the cashier. 

“One, it’s none of your business and two, we’re not together…” Seonghwa followed him. “We’re just chilling” 

“Spare me the bullshit” 

“Wooyoung” 

“Wow, no Youngie today” He said, handing his cash to the lady and telling her to keep the change before walking away. “You must be really out of it” 

Wooyoung found an empty booth and sat down. Seonghwa sighed and sat down in front of him. Wooyoung watched as he ran his fingers through his hair then violently tapped his finger on the table. What the fuck was going on with him? 

“I just.. I just feel so lost” 

“Hyung” Seonghwa looked up at him. “You came into the apartment three months ago, defeated and all you said was that you and Y/N had a misunderstanding and broke up.. What actually happened?” 

“You’ll hate me and call me a fucking dumbass” 

“Well… you can be in certain situations but you know I don’t judge you” 

“Woo, you might be so disappointed in me” 

“Seonghwa just say–”

“I cheated on Y/N”

Wooyoung fell silent, he had so many emotions that wrapped around his body. 

Confusion. A little anger. Disappointment. 

..Happiness??

He shook his head at the mentally. He shouldn’t be happy about this but why was he? 

“Seonghwa,” He frowned. 

“I know I know but I got drunk at a party and Y/N was away at her parents’ house. Seulgi was there and everything just happened so fast” he put his head in his hands. 

“..well you’re a dumbass” 

Seonghwa groaned at that and started hitting his head slowly on the table. Wooyoung watched him with an emotionless glance. His eyes traveled to Seulgi who had been watching the whole time and she glared at him. Wooyoung rolled his eyes at her and looked back at Seonghwa. 

“Look.. I am disappointed in you as a friend but I think what makes me more confused is to why you are back entertaining her and not crawling to get back with Y/N if you feel so dumb about it” 

“Y/N blocked me and has been avoiding me so hard that I don’t see her anywhere anymore” He sighed, looking up. “Wait! I have an idea” 

“And that is?” Wooyoung crossed his arms. 

“Could you talk to her for me?” 

“Seonghwa” 

“Please, I never really ask you for anything. I’ll cut off Seulgi tonight and you just help me win Y/N back” 

Wooyoung was a little lost because yes he wanted to see his best friend happy but he also didn’t think he deserved you still after what he did. He was also just very skeptical about himself personally, he didn’t know if it was a good idea for him to talk to you. 

“Seonghwa.. I don’t know about this” 

“Please please please, I never begged you for anything” 

Wooyoung sighed and rubbed his temples. This was not going to end well and he didn’t know if this was going to make you go back to Seonghwa or not. 

Wooyoung peeked his head in the door and saw you stretching and talking to some of the other classmates. He let out a breath and walked inside, sitting his bag near the mirror. He didn’t know why this was making him so nervous like you and him have talked before. 

He just felt a little different about it now because he was talking to you to get back with his toxic friend who had a hard time coming to terms with things before it was too late. 

He started to stretch as he watched you a little from the corner of his eye, he was trying to make sure no one was around you so he could talk to you about this a little in private. He felt a little bad for getting into your business since he knew based on you and Seonghwa’s relationship, you were a private person and people barely knew anything about you. 

As soon as he saw the others go to another side of the dance room, He slowly stood up and walked over to you. You saw him and smiled softly, it made the tips of his ears red but he was hoping you wouldn’t notice pass his bright blonde hair.

“Hey Wooyoung,” you said. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a bit?”

“Sure sure, have a seat” you patted the floor. 

Wooyoung sat down in front of you and your beauty was something that always left him in a daze but he knows his purpose of sitting with you right now and even though he doesn’t really care for the way this is about to go, Seonghwa is his best friend. 

Wooyoung always had an undoubtful amount of loyalty to his friendships. 

“So what did you want to talk about?” 

“Um,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I wanted to ask you–”

“Alright everyone up!” The teacher came in, clapping her hands. “We are cleaning up choreo for the spring show and no messing around today!”

Wooyoung sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, he looked back at you and you gave him a half smile.

“Maybe we can talk after class” you suggested. 

“Y-Yeah” 

Class went by fairly quiet that day. Wooyoung was a little in his head so he wasn’t really focused on the dance. It wasn’t like he messed up or anything because he honestly could do this in his sleep. His eyes did wander to you a few times and you always caught him then shooting him that pretty smile that he thought always looked good on you.

Happiness looked good on you and he didn’t want the conversation to make you angry, especially towards him. 

He packed up his stuff and saw that you were already gone. He let out a sigh and rubbed his neck then walked out the dance room. He felt someone grab his wrist and he looked to the side, eyes widened. He relaxed once he saw you and you smiled softly. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Looking into your warm beautiful eyes, he couldn’t even find the right words to even say anything Seonghwa. So instead he..

“Did you want to grab a coffee and go over the homework in Chem?” He blushed a little. 

“That’s all” you raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. 

“Yeah, I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you” he laughed a little. 

You knew Wooyoung but didn’t know him personally. You both had mutual friends in your hometown and you would occasionally converse when you were dating Seonghwa but it was nothing more. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say it didn’t feel a little weird to hang out with your ex-boyfriend’s best friend but..

You also would be lying to yourself if you didn’t think Wooyoung was acting really cute right now. 

The Wooyoung you always saw and heard about was bratty, loud, and quick-witted. This Wooyoung was nervous, couldn’t keep eye contact with you, and was very stuttery. It made you feel like there was more he needed to tell you than he was letting on but you wouldn’t push. 

“Sure, I’m always down for coffee” 

That one study session turned into multiple happening over the next couple of weeks. You could feel yourself slowly developing a crush on Wooyoung. Once he was comfortable with you, his bratty side started to show more and boy was he a little annoying at times but you found it endearing and knew he was joking most of the time. 

Seonghwa had been asking Wooyoung about him asking you about the idea of getting back together with him but Wooyoung would give him the same answer he asked. 

“She’s just so busy I haven’t been able to ask and she leaves right after dance”

Of course he felt bad for lying to his best friend but you were more addicting than he thought you would be. He enjoyed being around you and being the reason you were smiling more. There were unspoken feelings between you but you both wanted the other to say something first.  

He looked at you as you kept going over your notes from your journalism class. You had begged Wooyoung to come over to your apartment to help with math but after he finished, you guys decided to order food and work on other homework. 

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you said, not looking up. 

“Are you going to the party this Friday?”

“More than likely, my friends will probably drag me out of the house if I don’t go,” you laughed a little.

“Ahh okay”

“Why do you ask?” you looked at him. 

Wooyoung gulped and tried to find the right words to say. He was finally going to talk to you about Seonghwa but it was eating him alive lying to someone he made a promise to. He just hoped you wouldn’t take it the wrong way. 

“Seonghwa will be there”

“Yeah I know, he goes to every party” you raised your eyebrow. Why are you telling me this?”

“H-Have you ever thought about getting back together with him?”

That question shocked you because no you never thought about it and you didn’t expect him to be asking something like this. Your mind starts to wonder if the only reason you got close to you. 

“Wooyoung, why are you asking me this?”

“Seonghwa is just really sorry for what he did and he just wants another chance to be with you”

Something was off because Wooyoung wasn’t looking at you at all as he said that. It was like he was forcing himself to say it and you hated it. 

You moved closer to him and held his face, making him look at you. His eyes widened and you could feel his face turning warm, you smiled at the effect you had on him. 

“Do you want me to get back with him?”

“I have no say in that” 

“Do you like me Wooyoung?”

His cheeks turning super red was enough indication for you. You pressed your lips against his and he froze for a minute then slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he started to move his lips against yours. His lips felt like clouds and the way he bit your bottom lip made your head spin. You opened your mouth a little, letting him swirl his tongue around yours. You moaned at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He pulled away before the things went farther because as much as he wanted to, you weren’t just some fling or someone he called in the middle of the night when he was lonely. You were worth more than that to him. 

“So I’ll see you Friday?” You asked. 

He nodded and smiled. 

You walked into the party, following behind your friends. The air smelled of alcohol, weed, and cheap cologne mixed with perfume. The music was loud and everyone was dancing everywhere from the top of the staircase to the hallway leading to the kitchen. 

“I’m going to get a drink,” you told them. They nodded at you then went to go find people they knew, you sighed and walked to the kitchen. You saw people making drinks and talking to each other or some people just taking shots. 

“Y/N!” you heard someone say.

You looked around and saw Keeho waving at you. You smiled and walked over to him, he gave you a side hug then went back to mixing his drink. 

“What’s that?” 

He smirked and handed you the cup. You took a sip and your eyes widened at the fruity taste but you tasted no alcohol, you looked back at him and shook your head. 

“Keeho, this is crazy” 

“I know, it’s like 5 shots of vodka in there” 

You were about to hand him back the cup till he shook his head and pushed it back towards you. 

“Take it, I can make me another one” 

“Thank you!” you gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked back towards the living room area. You felt someone grab your hand and you immediately knew that hand from anywhere. You rolled your eyes and looked at Seonghwa, snatching your hand away.

“What?” you yelled over the music. 

“Can we talk?”

“We have nothing to talk about Seonghwa”

“Please? Five minutes outside”

You hesitated but started making your way outside and you could feel him trailing behind you. You felt the cold breeze prickle against your skin as soon as you stepped out. You both walked into the corner of the porch where no one was and you leaned against the post.

“Talk” you said. 

“Y/N, I never formally apologized but I’m so sorry for fucking up what wer had and I miss you so much baby” 

You cringed at the pet name and made a face. 

“Is that all?”

“I’m asking for another chance”

“Mhm” you sipped your drink. 

“Y/N” he grabbed your hand. “I’m serious, she means nothing to me. You mean everything to me” 

You couldn’t take him seriously and your mind was floating around with thoughts of Wooyoung, you were wondering when he was going to show up.

Wooyoung. 

“Seonghwa you’re pathetic you know?” you took your hand away. 

“H-Huh”

“You apologize to me after months at this stupid party and you also ask your best friend to convince me to give you another chance”

“Y/N I-”

“I accept your apology but we are never getting back together. You already moved on after you left me for her so I know I can finally move on.. Which I have so this conversation is kind of inappropriate” 

“Move on? To who?”

“That’s not your business now is it” 

“Y/N”

“Fine since you want to know so bad, it’s Wooyoung and he’s been making me happy for the past few weeks than how you made me feel the last few months of our relationship” 

“You’re lying” he shook his head. “Wooyoung would never betray me like that”

“He owes you nothing especially if we were to get together” you crossed your arms. “It’s none of your business Seonghwa” 

You could see Seonghwa’s expression change and you took a step back as you saw his face turn a bright red. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Wooyoung walk up the porch steps. He feels eyes on him and turns to see you and Seonghwa. He’s about to walk over when you hold out your hand and shake your head, he stops and looks confused. 

Seonghwa sees you move and looks up, turning and starts speed walking over to Wooyoung. Before he could move, Wooyoung felt a fist connect with his cheek and he stumbled. 

“Seonghwa what the fuck?!” He held his cheek, he felt it start to bruise under his fingers. 

“You fucking backstabber!”

Seonghwa tried to throw another punch but Wooyoung dodged it and tackled him to the ground but Seonghwa kept trying to punch him. 

“Guys stop!” You tried to come over and pull them apart. 

Seonghwa ended up pushing you away and it made you fall into one of the chairs, making the drink spill on your clothes. A few people came over to make sure you were okay but Wooyoung saw red after that and started fighting Seonghwa back. People inside started to hear the commotion and made their way outside. 

“Hey hey hey!!” you heard a few boys say as they came outside. 

They broke up the fight and you looked at the both of them, sighing. Seonghwa had a cut on his eyebrow and a bloody nose while Wooyoung had a bruised cheek and a cut on his lip. 

“You’re not my best friend! How dare you try to get with my girl!” Seonghwa yelled.

“She’s not yours and you cheated on her asshole!” 

“Both of you go home now or I’ll make you go home” Keeho said, pushing Seonghwa out onto the sidewalk. 

“Whatever,” he mumbled and went to go find his ride which you assumed was Seulgi. 

Wooyoung shook off whoever was holding him and ran over to you, he pulled you up slowly and frowned. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry” 

“Woo” you shook your head. “Just take me home please” 

He sighed and nodded, leading you to his car. Wooyoung never would have thought he would have fought his best friend over a girl. Maybe Seonghwa wasn’t who he thought he was. Wooyoung knew from the beginning that pursing you was wrong but right now and after the whole fight, he couldn’t give two fucks about what Seonghwa thinks anymore. 

Wooyoung pulled up to your apartment and walked you up your stairs. He didn’t know if after all of this, you would even want to talk to him again. He made himself look like a complete idiot. 

“Again, I’m sorry about everything” 

“It wasn’t your fault Wooyoung” 

“Maybe I should have stayed away,” he mumbled. 

“From me?”

He hesitated but he nodded. You felt a little sad at that but you could understand where he was coming from. He lost his best friend tonight because of you, if anything you don’t blame him for being mad at you if he is. 

“So are we just going to stop talking to me?” You asked. 

He looked at you and he didn’t know what to say. He doesn’t because you made him so happy these past few weeks with the little sessions and late night food runs. 

“Y/N-”

You kissed him and he sighed into the kiss, pushing against your lips harder before you pulled away and smiled at him. He smiled a little and pulled you into a hug.

“I think you still want to talk to me,” you giggled. 

“Oh shut up” He smacked your lower back a little. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You looked up at him. He nodded and kissed your forehead. 

“Let me go home and shower, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes” 

“What if Seonghwa is there?”

“He probably went to Seulgi's, knowing him” he rolled his eyes. 

He sent you inside then headed to his house. You stretched as you walked to your shower, tonight was a lot and you never saw Seonghwa act like that so it sent you into a panic when you saw Wooyoung appear. You cleared your head while being in the bathroom, you let the hot water run all the stress out your body. After you finished your night routine and fixed some water, you heard a knock on the door.

You walked over and unlocked the door for Wooyoung, letting him inside. You noticed he had a bag from the convenience store and immediately grabbed it, running to the kitchen. He chased you, laughing and you stuck your tongue out at him. He finally caught you and lifted you onto your kitchen counter. 

“You probably shook the soju up good girl” he teased, pulling it out the bag. 

“No wonder this shit feels heavy” 

“Ha ha ha” he mocked, pulling out some snacks and putting them beside you. 

The dim light from the kitchen made him look so pretty that it made your heart speed but you felt it break a little when you saw his cut lip and purple reddish bruise on his cheek. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, you lightly touched his cheek. 

“I’m sorry”

“Y/N”

“I shouldn’t have said anything to him, it wasn’t his business” you shook your head. “I also caused you to possibly lost your best friend” 

“First” he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. “Don’t apologize for his actions. He was going to get angry either if I told him or you so it doesn’t really matter. Second.. if Seonghwa really cherishes me like he always praises, we will work it out. We’ll probably never be the same but I love him and he’s my brother” 

“Maybe I should apologize to him.. For provoking him”

“No,” he shook his head. “He needed to know you moved on… even if it’s with me”

“Ohh,” you smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you like me Jung Wooyoung?” 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Tone down the sass” 

He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed you back a little harder, sighing against your lips. You bit his bottom lip and he opened his mouth slightly for you to explore. He groaned a little when he felt you suck on his tongue. 

“You’re killing me here” he said in between kisses. 

“Good,” you said. 

You started to tug on some of the blonde hairs around his nape and that’s when you felt something poke your thigh. You pulled away from the kiss and looked at him.

And fuck was he a pretty sight.

Lips puffy from kissing so hard, his eyes were dark from the lust and desire running through them rapidly. He looked like he wanted to devour you and you were more than willing to let him. 

“You want me?” you teased, messing with the stop of his sweatpants. 

“You know I do baby, don’t tease me” 

His voice made your walls clench and knees feel shaky, it was laced with want and need. He started to run his hands up and down your back while staring at you. You felt the goosebumps start to form because his hands were so big and the way he looked at you made you feel a bit small, despite only being two inches shorter than him. 

“Woo”

“Mm?”

“Will you ruin me?” you rubbed your thumb on his bottom lip. He groaned at that and immediately picked you up, taking you to your room. He threw you softly on the bed and took off his hoodie that had nothing underneath it. You could tell he had been in the gym more often. 

His toned chest, defined abs, and big biceps. 

The veins running down his arms into his hands made you wetter each passing second. 

“Eyes up here beautiful” He climbed on top of you. He ran his hands under your shirt, rubbing your sides and making sure you were still okay with this. You kissed him to reassure him and he kissed back, pulled away. 

“I want this off” he pulled at your shirt. 

“Needy” you laughed a little. 

“I can show you how needy I can be” 

He pulled your shirt over your head and licked his lips at the sight of your chest. It made you blush and you almost covered yourself until he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head. He kissed down your neck to your chest, wrapping his lips around your right nipple. You moaned at the contact and Wooyoung knew when he heard the sweet sound come out of you, he couldn’t let up. He released one of your wrists and gave your other nipple some attention. You whimpered as he pinched it then sucked harder on your right. 

“Woo” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Aw you sound so pretty for me” 

This brat. 

He looked up at you, switching nipples now sucking on your left and pinching your right. You whimpered and gripped his hair, throwing your head back. You felt dizzy already and his dick wasn’t even in you yet. You knew by how Wooyoung was taking his time that he really loves foreplay. 

“Think you can cum like this?” He asked. 

Fuck, honestly you might. The pressure was growing in your stomach and the band was on the edge of snapping but you needed more. He pulled off your nipple and kissed down your stomach, making eye contact with you again when he reached your shorts. You nodded and he pulled them down, groaning when he realized you weren’t wearing any panties. 

He moved your thighs apart and moaned at the sight of your heat. He kissed and bit on your inner thighs, kissing around your pussy. He was teasing and he knew that but he wanted to cherish you. 

“Fuck you smell heavenly” he sighed. You feel yourself start to drip on the bed and you need something in you, his tongue or fingers preferably. 

Those veiny ass fingers. 

“A beautiful girl with a pretty pussy”, he dragged a finger down your slit. “So wet for me, all of this for me baby?” 

You almost came right then at his words. You didn’t know someone could be so good at dirty talking nor were you really a talker during sex but he made your body feel like it was on fire. 

“Woo”

“I’m here pretty” 

“I-I need–”

“I got you, I promise”

He pushed a finger in, just to test the waters and he felt your body relax immediately at that but your wall clenched around him. He pushed another finger in once you adjusted and licked your clit.

“W-Woo so good” you moaned. “Don’t stop please”

He hummed and sucked lightly on your clit, your hands went to his head and pushed it closer into you. He chuckled a bit and sucked harder, pumping his fingers deeper. He felt that squishy part in you and heard you whimper loudly. 

“Woo!”

“Found it,” he muttered. He started to attack that one spot, pumping his fingers into you faster and harder. You felt like you were levitating and the pleasure was making your legs shake. 

“I need you to cum pretty. I need to feel you cum before I fuck you” 

You screamed a little as that heat in your stomach let go. This was the hardest you ever came from anyone you ever had sex with and it was only from his fingers. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and he slowly pumped, trying to carry you through your orgasm. 

“You okay?” He crawled up and kissed all over your face. 

“Yeah” you nodded, catching your breath. “Just never came that hard from head before”

“That’s an ego booster pretty” he chuckled. 

“Off” you tugged at his sweatpants. “Need you in me now” 

You pulled him for another kiss as he tried his best to pull down his sweats along with his boxers without breaking the kiss. You could make out with him all day and never get tired, that’s how perfect his mouth was. You pulled away when you felt the weight of his dick on your thigh, looking down at it. You almost drooled at how long and curved it was, he was thick just like his hands. 

“Do you have a condom? I left mine in the car” He rubbed your sides, kissing your neck. 

“We can go without one, I’m on the pill” 

“You sure? I’m clean, I just want to make sure it’s alright with you?” he looked at you. 

You melted at the generosity in his eyes and nodded. He grabbed your left hand and intertwined your fingers as he stroked himself with his right. He made eye contact with you as he slid in slowly and fuck did he feel so good. He mocked the way your mouth opened as he kept pushing on you. 

“Fuck you’re so tight pretty” he groaned. 

Once he bottomed out, he squeezed your hand and kissed around your ear. You nodded for him to move and he pulled out, leaving just the tip in then slid back in you harder. You moaned as you felt the veins and ridges around his dick. The wet sounds coming from your pussy were driving Wooyoung inside. 

“Faster Woo” 

“Aw I want to take my time with you, you want to cum already?” he teased and made his pace slower. 

“Woo please”

“I think I can get use to you begging for me” 

He finally gave you what you asked for but his pace was brutal as he held you down, you couldn’t do anything but take it. You felt his balls pound against your ass and it was making you dizzy. You tried to move away but he pulled you back. 

“Woo!”

“You asked for this baby” 

“Ah! Ah! Don’t stop” you dragged your nails down his back. 

“Didn’t plan it” he pounded harder. 

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you felt the heat start to coil in your stomach again. Your legs started to tremble and you could feel his dick start to pulse. 

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight, are you about to come?” 

“Please please please” you begged. 

“Let go for me” he moved his hand down and rubbed on your clit. “Cum all over my dick baby, you know you want to” 

His words and the deeper he went made you come so hard for a second time but he didn’t stop, he kept his pace and you felt an unfamiliar feeling start to cloud over the overstimulation. 

“Woo wait, I-I”

“Come on, give me another pretty” he pinched at your clit. You felt yourself squirt and you saw some get on his stomach, he smirked down at you. 

“That was hot baby,” He moaned, moving faster. “Where do you want me?” 

“Inside, give it to me Woo” 

You pulled him down in a kiss, pushing your hips down. He moaned a little louder as you felt him come inside of you. He pumped a few more times before he stopped. All you could hear in the room was the heavy breathing coming from the both of you. 

“So round two?” he raised his eyebrow, smiling. 

“You’re annoying, my legs feel like jello,” you laughed. 

“I’ll give you 30 minutes and a snack” he slapped your thigh lightly. 

“Deal” 

[thechaotictheoryy]

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