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Nervous Young Inhumans

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Warning - smoking weed, talk about depression

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Once Seoyoon calmed her breathing she sat there for a second with her face tingling and her body numb thinking about what excuse she could give Chan as to why she can't go. But as her brain began to think she realized that this friendship might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she may never find friends as tight and as kind as these and she's just not ready to let her self-destruction ruin this quite yet.

That being said, Seoyeon's body still heavy heart still shaking she gets up and hops in the shower so she can hangout with Chan. She gets dressed into a pair of light blue flowy pants and a white tank top with a matching white sweater to go over. Seoyoon looks at her phone and texts Chan her address. When she looks back up at the mirror in her room she lets out a deep breath and smiles. She needs this to look realistic; she doesn't need someone to pity her.

Her awkward facial modeling in the mirror was interrupted by a ping from her phone—a text from Chan, indicating that he had arrived. Her heart started to beat a little quicker before she rushed out the door, she took a big hit of her dab pen before putting it in her purse hoping it would calm her nerves enough not to make an embarrassment of herself.

As she locked up and descended the stairs, Chan was leaning on the car, waiting for her. As their eyes met, an unknown force seemed to push her emotions to the surface, making her want to break down in tears and seek comfort in his arms. His eyes exuded an overwhelming compassion that momentarily shook her smile, though she quickly regained composure. Seoyoon approached him, waving, but instead of reciprocating, Chan looked concerned, quickly sensing that something was bothering her.

“Are you okay, Yoonie-shi?” Chan gently held her arms, scrutinizing her with care. Despite feeling small under his gaze, she playfully shook him off, reassuring him that she was fine, and proceeded to the passenger side of the car.

Chan let it go for the time being and got in the car with her, before he drove off he gave her his phone to let her play music. Seoyoon chose her Twice playlist, considering it a safe choice since almost everyone loves Twice. The short drive to the restaurant remained comfortably silent.

They both had their food and were working on the second bottle of soju.

Once they settled in and had their food, they began working on their second bottle of soju. Seoyoon couldn't help but giggle, noticing Chan's seemingly high tolerance, while she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. Chan smiled fondly at her, but his concern grew as she appeared unfocused and slightly pouty.

“Maybe we should slow down on the soju, doll,” Chan suggested, attempting to ease any tension.

“You don't understand, Channie. My life has been so tough—I deserve this,” Seoyoon mumbled, her head now resting on the table as she began to cry softly. Chan might not have noticed if it weren't for the faint sniffle that caught his ears.

“Oh, Yoonie-ah, what's wrong? Please talk to Channie,” he urged, his voice gentle and sincere, prompting Seoyoon to look up with teary eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, then let out a sob. To Chan, she looked like a little kid throwing a tantrum, and for a moment, he couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable.

She did a few exaggerated gasps of air before she spit out,

“ I- I’m getting evicted and i have thirty days to find a new apartment in my price range, on top of it i have so, so much homework to get done and i just- i just can’t anymore you know?”

Chan was once again stunned. His heart can’t help but hurt for the girl and the pitiful look on her face. He grabs her hand before speaking,

"Seoyoon-ah, don't worry, everything will be okay, alright? The boys and I have an extra room that we were using to store a couple of instruments, but it's nothing that can't be moved. How about you consider staying with us?"

Seoyoon's eyes widen in surprise, her mind racing for a moment before she shakes her head rapidly.

"No, no, no, I can't do that. I don't want to intrude, and besides, the boys don't know anything about my situation. It wouldn't be fair to just spring it onto them without knowing if they'd be comfortable with it."

Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, assuming a parental expression as if he were about to scold his child. Seoyoon noticed the change in his demeanor and instinctively curled in on herself, peering up at him through her eyelashes.

“Seoyoon-shi, let us help you, please. You don't have to go through this alone… How about I talk to the others about it first, and then we'll take it from there? How does that sound?” Chan's voice initially carried a strict tone, but as he continued to gaze at her, his demeanor softened. Seoyoon took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding with a small voice, agreeing that she would be okay with that.

After savoring the delicious ramyeon, Chan surprised Seoyoon with a sweet gesture by buying her an ice cream before they headed back. They stood outside Seoyoon's soon-to-be old apartment, smiling, and both thanking each other for the fun night.

“I have to head back to the boys now, and you should get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day with all the packing to do,” Chan said playfully, winking at her before turning to walk away. Seoyoon playfully rolled her eyes at his teasing remark, watching him as he walked away, and then she made her way into her apartment.

As soon as Chan stepped through the door, he was bombarded with questions about how the hangout went. With a smile, he redirected everyone to the living room, eager to share every detail. As he recounted the events, his expression turned solemn when he reached the part where Seoyoon broke down in tears. The boys exchanged worried glances as Chan explained her eviction and need for a place to stay.

In an instant, Felix and Jeongin sprang into action, rushing to the empty room to get it ready for Seoyoon. Chan had expected the boys' agreement, given how they all seemed drawn to her and willingly shared a piece of their lives with her, even after just a few days. With a sense of contentment, he headed to his own room, feeling compelled to call Seoyoon and share the news.

To his surprise, Seoyoon answered the phone. Her voice was soft and shy as she greeted him. Chan cleared his throat before breaking the news, "Hey, Seoyoon, so, bad news... The boys said they are more than okay with you moving in."

Seoyoon let out a relieved breath, her tone tinged with humor, "You're such an ass, Chan. I thought for a second they said no. I really appreciate this. I'll owe you forever." As she spoke, her voice broke, and once again, tears welled up in her eyes. But this time, they were tears of relief. Amidst sniffles, she whispered tiny thank-yous before telling him goodnight and hanging up the phone.

Before Chan had called, Seoyoon was sitting in her bathtub head leaned onto her knees while she stared deep in thought. Thoughts of her past and the seemingly relentless cycle of sadness and hardship swirled in her mind. She couldn't help but wonder what she might have done in a past life to deserve such a heavy burden.

However, as she answered the call, something unexpected happened. Instead of feeling the usual weight of melancholy and emptiness, her heart was enveloped in a tender warmth. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Seoyoon found herself genuinely believing someone when they assured her that everything would eventually be okay. The realization brought tears to her eyes,they were not tears of despair; they were tears of a fragile hope that perhaps the future could hold something different, something brighter.

After washing up, Seoyoon returned to her room, a genuine smile adorning her face as she packed some of her belongings. As the end of the week arrived, all eight boys gathered in the middle of Seoyoon's apartment, attentively listening to her directions. Once she finished giving instructions, they sprang into action, eagerly helping her with the move.

Seoyoon didn't have many belongings left to move, as she no longer needed most of her furniture. Despite this, the boys worked diligently, and the process progressed surprisingly quickly. In just 2 ½ hours, they managed to complete the job, leaving Seoyoon feeling grateful and overwhelmed by their kindness.

Now settled in her new apartment and finally alone in her room, Seoyoon decides it's the perfect time to start unpacking and carefully decorating her space to reduce the clutter. With music playing in the background, she takes a moment to relax and pulls out a new cart to smoke, creating a soothing vibe for herself.

About 20 minutes into her peaceful moment, a knock on the door startles her, prompting her to hurriedly search for clothes that would hide her scarred skin, as she was only in skimpy pajamas. "ONE SECOND!" she calls out from inside before opening the door to find Changbin standing there with a gentle smile on his face.

Seoyoon opens the door wider, stepping aside to let him in. Changbin takes a quick glance around the room before returning the soft smile. "Do you need any help, Seoyoon-shi?" he asks, to which Seoyoon nods with gratitude, a small smile gracing her face. Together, they work in a harmonious rhythm, helping each other unpack and arrange items.

As they make good progress, Changbin starts to feel a little bored but suddenly remembers what Jisung had told him earlier.

“Hey, Seoyoon, Sungie was telling us about how you're producing your own song. Is it okay if we listen?" Changbin's eyes were filled with genuine interest as he asked, leaving Seoyoon momentarily shocked before quickly responding.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Just, um, don't expect too much. I mean, I'm not that good," Seoyoon said, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. She pulled out her phone and sent the song file to Changbin, trying to hide her shy and nervous blush by keeping her head down.

As Changbin received the file and glanced up at her with a mischievous grin, Seoyoon couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind. Before she could ask, Changbin burst out of the room in a fit of giggles, and Seoyoon took a few seconds to process what just happened and why he ran away. The realization hit her, and she ran after him.

Changbin made his way to the living room, calling all the boys to gather there. Seoyoon finally caught up with him and playfully dropped to her knees, begging him not to play the song out loud. But Changbin's grin only grew wider, and he proceeded to hook his phone up to the speakers. The other boys entered the room, curious about the commotion.

"Well, I had this amazing idea that we would all listen to the new song Seoyoon made together. Wouldn't that be fun?" Changbin explained to the guys, who readily agreed. He pressed play, and the room filled with the melody. Seoyoon couldn't bear to watch the others' reactions, so she dropped her head into her knees, feeling a mix of nervousness and vulnerability.

I always thought I was such a fool

나는 늘 내가 참 바보 같았고

At some point, I feel dizzy

언제부턴가 음 나 어지러운 듯해

I was always very anxious

나는 늘 내가 참 불안했었고

Swimming is still difficult

헤엄치는 건 음 아직도 어려워

I don't want to dance on my own

내 맘대로 춤을 추고픈 게 아니에요

I just wanted to get drunk

난 그저 취하고 싶었을 뿐이에요

Don't look at me with those sharp eyes

그런 날카로운 눈으로 바라보진 말아요

I just wanted to do well…

난 그저 잘하고 싶었을 뿐이에요…

Seoyoon's eyes remained closed as she hummed in perfect harmony to the song, completely immersed in its melody. She lost herself in the music until it came to an end, and she opened her eyes, anxiously awaiting their reaction. To her delight, the boys erupted into cheers, showering her with praise and admiration for her incredible talent. Some of them couldn't resist patting her head or pulling her into brief, excited hugs. Seoyoon blushed, her face radiant with joy and gratitude, though she tried to contain her excitement with a bright but shy smile.

At that very moment, every boy in the room realized how much they adored the glow on her face, the happiness that radiated from within. It struck them all deeply, and they silently made it their mission to bring that same sparkle of love and happiness to her life every day. From that point on, they cherished every opportunity to witness her giggle and see her shine, knowing that Seoyoon's happiness was something they all wanted to protect and nurture.

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Warnings - suicide mention, breakdown

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The next morning Seoyoon felt like absolute shit. Her eyes felt heavy and her arms had this ever so slight annoying burning sensation from her wounds rubbing up against her sleeves. She checked her phone just to see if she got any emails but she was surprised to see that each person in the GC had texted good morning.

She texted them back saying 'morning guys ❤' and went to get dressed for the day. Seoyoon was dreading today. She wanted nothing more but to crawl back into bed. But she pays for these classes so she gets her ass up and gets ready.

Seoyoon starts her walk to the bus stop when this black car pulls up on her. In Seoyoon's sick mind she is kind of hoping it is a serial killer finally here to do the job she's been wanting to do. But once the window gets rolled down and she sees the handsome man that is Chan staring at her with a grin her hopes are crushed.

"Seoyoon! Do you want a ride to school?" Chan asks her with that famous dorky grin on his face.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother Channie," she lets the nickname slip and before she has time to retract her statement Chan's smile get wider and replies,

"It's really no problem! Get in!" And with that the sound of the passengers door unlocking reaches Seoyoon's ears. Without another word Seoyoon walks over and gets into the car. Once she sits down and buckles her seatbelt she notices that she's holding her breath, as she exhales it lets out a loud sound of air in the quiet car.

"Ready?" Chan asks with a small smile, Seoyoon nods and Chan starts the car back up and heads towards the school.

When they hit the parking lot they are still a few minutes early so they decide to sit in the car and talk.

"What are you doing this evening?" Chan asks, Seoyoon looks up from her sleeves with her lips slightly parted,

"Nothin why?" Her head is tilted to the side as she looks at him for and answer. He finds her absolutely adorable.

"Wanna get ramen tonight?" He requested, not thinking about meaning it could have insinuated until he watches her face turn red and her sputter a response.

"WHAT? Chan what the hell you have seven boyfriends. Why would you ask me that... are, are you cheating on them?" She's getting angry, how could someone have the audacity.

"NO NO NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT I SWEAR I GENUINELY JUST WANT TO EAT RAMEN NO INNUENDOS I PROMISE" Chan can feel his ears and tip of his nose turn red.

"Oh..well, then okay that would be a fun time then. I'm sorry..." Seoyoon is embarrassed, she's so embarrassed she digs her nails into her palm hoping that it would somewhat make the embarrassment go away.

The car is silent before Chan suggests they start making their way to class. Seoyoon hurries and agrees so she can get out of the suffocating car. Before she can make it far chan stops her by her shoulder,

"I'll see you tonight, yeah?" He has that dorky smile again, the one that makes Seoyoons heart flutter when she knows it shouldn't.

"Yeah," Seoyoon turns the other way and heads straight to her seat where she pulls out her computer.

Ever since Seoyoon was thirteen years old she found a love for making her own music. She loved the process of songwriting and making her own beats. So that being said, instead of getting prepared for the class that was due to start any second she instead worked on a song that she had been composing for the last week.

The song was titled 'Baby, 나를 (hug me tight)' she was honestly very proud of what she had so far.

She was finishing up the last touches when two hands covered her eyes. She almost freaked out till she heard a voice whisper,

"Guess who~" She knew right away it was Han Jisung by the way he giggled softly right after.

"Hmmm I wonder," Seoyoon turned her head to look up at him with a smile on her face, she was happy to see the boy.

"What are you working on Yoonie?" Jisung asked curiously.

Seoyoon was nervous to tell him, what if he thought it was dumb, that she was just some wannabe. She shook the thought and cleared her throat before speaking,

"Just a silly song I'm composing. A personal project really," She explained, her heart was beating fast and she could feel her palms start to sweat at the possible outcomes. Jisung just smiled.

"Holy shit no way! Who's your idol, like who do you look up to?" Jisungs face held an interested look Seoyoon knew he was genuinely interested, which made her smile.

"Well there's this underground group who I personally find amazing. They are called SKZ, very talented boys," She told him. Jisung bursted out laughing, it made Seoyoon frown. Was he laughing at her? The thought made Seoyoon cringe before she stood up to leave. She refused to sit there and let someone laugh at her.

Before she could take a step Jisung pulled her back still in his fit of laughter slightly,

"I'm not laughing at you I swear the coincidence is just funny, I'm sorry" Jisung explained to Seoyoon who had sat back down and was now tilting her head and looking at him,

"What do you mean? I don't understand what you mean by 'coincidence'," She was still a bit upset thinking he was laughing at her.

"Well you're not going to believe me but me and the boys are SKZ, me, Chan and Changbin are usually the ones who write the songs although the other boys help a bit at times too" Jisung told Seoyoon this with a smile.

"I don't believe you at all," By now Seoyoon was furious thinking jisung thought of her as some kind of joke, it honestly kind of hurt her a bit.

"I can prove it. Come to the studio tonight with me," Jisung had a slight smirk on his face that he was trying to hide. Seoyoon's face slowly grew a smile remembering who she would be seeing tonight.

"I can't tonight, I promised Chan I'd get ramen with him," She put her head down to hide her smile she wasn't sure how Jisung would take to her being so giddy to see his boyfriend.

Jisung's pouting now ranting about how he can't believe he wasn't invited.

"You're lucky I like you so much Seoyoonnie I'll let it slide this time as long as you promise to go out tomorrow?" Jisung is practically in her face if slightly leaned forward they'd be kissing so she leans back before anyone can get the wrong idea.

"I promise Sung," She's smiling, genuinely smiling it scares her slightly.

After the words fall out her mouth class starts and both Jisung and Seoyoon pull out their notebooks and get ready to take notes.

Once school was over Seoyoon made her way home. When she got there she was met with her landlord standing outside of her apartment.

"Hello Mrs. Jung, why are you here?" Seoyoon said after bowing politely.

Mrs. Jung sighed, "You're behind on rent, Park, I can't keep letting you stay here rent free. I'm not making a living, to make a long story short, I'm evicting you, you have thirty days to have you and all your things gone. I'm Sorry"

Seoyoon broke. She didn't care that she looked foolish.

"No you can't do this to me I have nowhere to go please I'll have the money please I'm begging you can't..you can't just make me leave like this!" Seoyoon had dropped to her knees, her hands folded in front of her as she begged to not get kicked out.

"I'm sorry Seoyoon I tried being lenient considering what happened last month but. I can't let this slide anymore." And with that Ms. Jung taped the pink slip and left before Seoyoon had time to stop hiccuping out sobs.

Seoyoon stood up and entered her apartment. She felt so overwhelmed and scared her chest was tight and she could hardly catch her breath. Nothing made sense right now for the nineteen year old, the world was moving in fast motion, her brain not catching up with her eyes. Seoyoon was having a panic attack.

Seoyoon was sitting on the floor rocking back and forth, trying to keep her breathing steady every once in a while. The sobs would break loose and she'd have to start all over.

Within the past hour Seoyoon has killed herself in her mind at least 10 times, she desperately wished one of them was real.

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Warning - smoking, sh, mention of disordered eating habits, suggestive with jisung if you squint hard enough,

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When Seoyoon woke again she found herself waking up a little less annoyed that she had woken up again. She put on her regular baggy clothes because one thing that Seoyoon hated most was her body. She despised seeing her figure, so she decided to wear the baggiest clothing she could find.

Once she was done getting dressed and doing her makeup she put her wax pen in her pocket and headed out to the campus café where she would meet up with Jisung and Felix. When she arrived she looked around for either boy and found herself to be the first one there. She took a seat at the farthest table from the entrance.

Ten minutes later came Jisung and a boy just as cute trailing slightly behind him holding his hand. Felix spotted Seoyoon first and pointed her out to Jisung. Seoyoon was surprised when she stood up to bow that the chubby cheeked boy had pulled her into a hug.

"Hey Seoyoonie!" Jisung was being very loud and it made Seoyoon cave in on herself a little from the sudden noise. Felix noticed and slightly nudged the boy,

"Sungie, inside voices," Felix soft yet deep voice spoke out. He turned to Seoyoon with a smile greeting her kindly.

"I already ordered if that's okay and I payed so you don't have to worry about that!" The boys were shocked.

"what! Seoyoonieeee I wanted to be the one to pay," Jisung was pouting now and it made Seoyoon's face turn up in a smile as she gazed at the boy who was obviously feeling very comfortable with her at the moment. Just as she was about to talk back the food and drinks came. Felix noticed that Seoyoon hadn't ordered herself any food, just an iced latte.

"Aren't you hungry, why didn't you get yourself a muffin too?" Felix asked curiously. Seoyoon opened her mouth a bit she wasn't expecting either of them to notice so she sat there with her mouth slightly open before she quickly came up with an excuse,

"Oh I ate a pancake before coming... sorry," She laughed a bit even though her heart was pounding like crazy. Felix knew it was a lie, he wasn't as innocent as he looked, but he knew it wouldn't be appropriate to point out her lie. So he just smiled and nodded at her.

After that little stump in the road everything else went smoothly, so smoothly in fact Felix and Seoyoon exchanged media so they could keep talking.

"Maybe we should make a group chat or even we can add Seoyoon to the gc with all the boys," Jisung was rambling about "the boys" now.

"Wait who?" Seoyoon asked with a slightly tilted head,

"Our other...friends we all live together and are super close you'll get to meet them too!" Jisung explained with a loving look in his eye.

They stayed and chatted until it was time for class to start for Jisung and Seoyoon.

During lunch, Soyeon made her way to the school outside the cafeteria where she took her place at an empty table. She pulled out her wax pen and a book. She decided this was the best time to get high and enjoy her book.

She had just taken her first hit and before she could take another, a big group of guys walked up to her.

"YOONIE," Jisung had screamed and she had once again caved in on herself from the loud noise.

"Hello Jisung, Felix, and friends," Seoyoon was getting anxious. She was never one for big crowds and although 8 people didn't seem like a lot for her it was.

"These are the guys i was telling you about my..friends! is it okay if we sit with you for lunch?" Jisung asked so cutely, who could say no to his face.

"Yeah of course," Seoyoon said with a kind smile even though her heart was ready to leap out of her chest with anxiety.

"Let me introduce everyone, this is Chan, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Minho, Changbin, Jeongin, and of course you already know Jisung" Listed off Felix. Everyone waved and bowed politely before sitting down.

"I'm Seoyoon.." She said lowly not making eye contact with anyone instead keeping her eyes on the table below. She took a hit of her pen in hopes of calming herself down and when she looked up she was met with all eight pairs of eyes watching her curiously. It made her grip her pen even harder.

"Um.. want a hit?" Everyone declined except for Jisung. He reached forward with his whole body and waited for Seoyoon to hold down the button for him to take a hit. It was oddly intimate and oddly arousing for Seoyoon to see Jisung looking up at her with his doe eyes. She cleared her throat and released that button watching him close his eyes while he exhaled the smoke.

Jisung opened his eyes and grinned,

Jisung opened his eyes and grinned, "That was an indirect kiss, Seoyoonie. We just kissed," He giggled like a little schoolgirl, watching her take the pen back to her lips. She blushed and looked around at the guys to see their reaction. They were all either chuckling or had a humorous smile.

Seoyoon was now high out of her mind, her book long forgotten. Instead, she was now basically leaning up against Felix and laughing at something Minho had told her. Everything was going great. Until it wasn't.

"Wait Seoyoon, how come you don't have any lunch? You haven't eaten all day! Here, have the other half of my sandwich. Hyunjin hyung made it," Jisung said innocently. Seoyoon gulped and racked her brain to think.

"I'm fine, I ate something during class you eat your sandwich," Seoyoon was now sweating thinking about how many calories were in that sandwich and how eating that would have broken her 4 day fast.

"Are you sure Yoonie? I don't mind sharing really!" Jisung was just trying to be nice but Seoyoon was getting annoyed that she couldn't come up with so many excuses.

"I'm serious, Jisung I'm fine. Just drop it," Seoyoon said coldly. The serious look on her face was enough for Jisung to lose eye contact and go back to eating his sandwich.

"I have a class now, I'll talk to everyone later. It was nice meeting you all. I hope we can become friends," She bowed then walked off to her next class.

Seoyoon was now officially done with her classes. She went on a walk to burn off the calories from the coffee she had this morning. She walked for about three miles before she spotted a bench to rest at. While sitting at the bench she felt her phone ding a few times.

sung has added you to a group chat

When Seoyoon came home she realized just how lonely she was. She couldn't manage to keep one person in her life and here Jisung managed to have seven different people to share love with. She envied them for having each other to lean on. She hated that she felt like a third wheel already, she felt like a second option and their friendship just began.

With those negative thoughts in mind, she mindlessly went to her room and did what she knew how to. She cut. She cut until she felt like all her brain could process was the pain. She couldn't stand the isolating thoughts anymore; she needed an escape. This was Park Seoyoon's desperate way out, even if it only brought temporary relief.

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Warning - smoking, weed, mention of anxiety and depression, talk about not wanting to live anymore

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Seoyoon's day began as it usually did – with a joint in hand, her morning ritual on the bedroom balcony. The wisps of smoke curled around her, creating a cocoon of tranquility as she savored the moment. It was her way of finding peace, at least for a while, before facing the world that seemed to follow her everywhere.

Once she was finished she headed back into her room where she continued to get ready for her first class. She wasn't to sure why she chose a class so damn early in the morning. perhaps she just needed that reason to wake up in the morning.

Once Seoyoon made her way onto campus she made a b-line straight for the library where she could be alone. Because although they were in college the bullies seemed to still follow her.

She was surprised when she saw a squirrel like boy sitting in her usual seat. She found him absolutely adorable and that kind of pissed her off.

Seoyoon was way too shy to tell someone they were in her seat so instead she opted for sitting at a table across from her regular one. A little more out in the open than she was comfortable with but what can you do.

Breaking the silence, Jisung invited her to share the table, revealing his kind-hearted nature. Blushing and stuttering, Seoyoon introduced herself and cautiously took a seat across from him.

"Oh! Um are you sure I don't want to be a bother" Seoyoon spoke so quietly that if the library wasn't already silent he would have never heard her.

"Of course I don't mind, I'm Jisung by the way" He giggled to her, she thought that giggle was the most cutest and addicting thing she's ever heard.

" I'm Seoyoon, Park Seoyoon" She almost stabbed herself after hearing herself stutter. Putting her laptop as a makeshift barrier, yet her attention kept drifting back to Jisung.

Instead of going onto her laptop to study like she should be doing she instead opened up twitter...

Seoyoon occasionally looked up to see what Jisung was up to. At one point she was nearly immersed into her staring till he cleared his throat. she let out a small squeak which made him chuckle slightly.

"I'm so sorry, that was so creepy! I swear I was just lost in spaced," she easily lied. Her face was bright red and her heart pounded slightly. It was at the moment she wished her attempt last month worked.

Before she could get lost in her dark thoughts Jisung spoke up.

"Hey class is about to start... we both have economics, right? Why don't we walk together? It can give us time to chat more" He spoke with the sweetest smile ever, it was almost as if he genuinely wanted to hang out with her. But who would want to hang out with the quiet girl who was too rude to acknowledge the people around her. That's what everyone told the 19 year old.

"Yeah I'd Love to" She replied with the kindest smile she could muster yet if you knew the girl close enough you'd know right away it was slightly awkward.

On the way to class Jisung noticed Seoyoon pulled her hat a little more over her face and walked slouched almost as if to seem smaller. He knew this poster all too well, Seoyoon was anxious. He decided to start conversion with her in hopes to get her mind off of whatever was eating at her.

"Hey Seoyoon, what's your major? I realized I never asked you." He ever so gently pulled on her sweater sleeve to get her attention. She looked up at him with slightly panicked eyes trying to piece together an answer.

"Oh, um um I major in music theory and minor in psychology, weird mix I know" She very softly laughed. Jisung nearly grinned when he realized talking to her worked; she was now focused on him, not the thoughts tearing her beautiful brain up.

" I major in music theory too.. hence why we share the class" He ever so awkwardly chuckled after, because even though he was leading the conversation he was still the same old awkward Jisung.

They were now inside the class and both had decided to sit next to each other.

Jisung bravely asked for Seoyoon's Instagram and number, expressing his genuine desire to stay friends beyond that day.

"Um, is it okay if I get your Instagram and or your number? I'd like to continue being friends after today" She couldn't believe her ears; someone wanted to be friends with her, the quiet girl who had always been misunderstood.

"Yeah! it's p-k dot s-y-n!" She spelled out for Jisung as he typed it into his phone. She pulled out her phone as she got the notification of him following her. She followed back immediately, also saving his number in her phone

hanji has started following you.

She looked up at him with a big smile to find he was already looking at her with a fond look, She tilted her head to the side with her eyebrows furrowed,

"what.."

"Nothing, I just like your smile"

She felt her face burst into the hottest flames imaginable, she looked down at her sleeve and started playing with the hem hoping he wouldn't see the effect he had on her.

A few seconds later the professor walked in and Seoyoon had gone into work mode. It's funny for someone who doesn't try in anything she surely does pay attention in class.

After class Sooyeon bid Jisung goodbye both promising to meet in the library again the following day.

Back home in her apartment, Seoyoon allowed herself to release all her anxieties and emotions in tears.

She made her way to her room, still slightly shaking. She sat in front of her mirror and laughed,

"You're so fucked up in the head Park Seoyoon. You make me sick." She laughed once again but there was no humor behind the laugh.

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She faced the harsh truth of her inner struggles but found comfort in the thought of meeting Jisung again the next day.

Lying in bed with mixed emotions, Seoyoon realized how much she enjoyed talking to Jisung, how he made her feel seen and appreciated. The memory of his chubby cheeks brought a smile to her face as she drifted off to sleep, looking forward to the next meeting with the boy who had unexpectedly brightened her day.

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Nervous Young Inhumans M.List

(rl/smau) SKZ x OC

Summary- Seoyoon just wants a way out..

Warnings- HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING, S/H, Depression, Anxiety, Eating Disroders, these topics will not be light i will be going into detail. there will be some dark humor on seoyoons part, there will be eventual smut, seoyoon smokes weed a lot, poly!skz, very crude language and descriptions, Seoyoon starts OF

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here is the playlist to get a feel for the vibe of the plot :3 !

Note- there will be a face claim but obviously you can imagine yourself or whoever you like this is just someone who i though matched the aesthetic of my character (laid back, indie style clothing) her ig is peace.yami. i've had this draft for months now and i'm excited to see what it becomes i'm very open to feedback and how i can do better so let me know 😎❤️🫶

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She's Kinda Hot Tho ☾

Warnings: cursing, explicit smut, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is 30 and chan is 20) mommy kink, switch!dino, switch!reader, nipple play, tittyfucking, mentions of oral (f. + m.), multiple orgasms, mentions of porn, reader is described to have big boobs, he's so pussy drunk

Summary: The woman of his dreams is right across the way and he's got to have a taste

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Chan had lost interest in girls his age a long time ago. Look through his search history of hours and hours of 'MILF porn' and anyone could see that he loved his older women.

He himself can't really explain his infatuation, he just knows he loves them. He's gotten lucky a few times too, successfully catching the eye of an older woman and scoring a chance to spend the night.

But oh, his life grew 10x better when he moved right across from you.

It was his sophomore year of college and he was now able to live off campus. He and three of his friends found an apartment near campus and they happened to move in across the hall from you.

The first time he ever laid eyes on you, you were standing outside your door. You were looking down, mail in hand and dripping in sweat. You were in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of leggings. Must've just finished one of those soul cycle or pilates classes.

Safe to say he popped a boner almost instantly and had to rush into his apartment unnoticed. Holy shit you were the sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. The leggings hugged your body perfectly and that sports bra was doing a poor job of covering your tits.

It was an image that would surely remain etched in his mind forever.

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After that day it felt like he saw more of you, and it was extremely hard to ignore your presence. It seemed like every time he was outside of his apartment, you were too.

He finally met you formally in the elevator one day. You were both going up from the lobby. He'd gotten in first, and you burst through the doors yelling 'wait!' just as they were closing.

He reached his hand out, preventing the door from closing so you could come in.

Safe to say there were all kinds of 'stuck in the elevator' fantasies he was playing out in his head with you that left him caged in the corner of the box trying to cover up the way his pants started to grow tighter. He kept his distance, but his mind and his eyes seemed to be doing the opposite.

It was a short ride up, but to him it felt like forever. It was awkwardly silent until you decided to speak up.

"You live across the way right?" You asked.

"Huh?" Your sudden conversation takes him out of his little daze.

"I'm in 408 and I've seen you around, right across from me, right?" You asked, turning and looking at him.

"Oh yeah... think I've seen you around too. I'm still kind of new to the building. Couple friends and I are living here because it's close to campus," he replied.

"Hmm... guess that makes us neighbors." You grinned. "Y/n." You stated. "And you are?"

"Oh um uh... Chan. My friends call me Dino," he introduced himself.

You smiled. "Well what do you want me to call you?"

Oh fuck. It's such an innocent question, but he's so dirty minded and turned on that it leaves his mind racing.

"Oh um.. Dino-Dino's good," he cleared his throat.

The door finally opened and he felt like he's not suffocating anymore. You didn't even get to say a proper 'goodbye' before he rushed out of the elevator and darted toward his apartment.

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About a week later, you showed up at his door. To say the least, he wasn't expecting company when he showed up at the door shirtless with grey sweats hanging low off his hips. His blonde hair is messy on his head as he leans against the door frame.

"Oh um... hi," he clears his throat.

"I'm so glad you're here," you smile. "I didn't know if I was going to catch you or one of your roommates, but I need help with something."

"I can help," he offers. "What do you need me for?"

You give him a shy smile, looking him up and down. "Um, we'll have to go outside so...."

He looks down at himself, remembering that he's not wearing a shirt. "Oh my bad," he apologizes nervously. He closes the door to his apartment, leaving you alone momentarily. The door opens again and he stands there, properly dressed.

You lead him into your apartment. He enters your living space with a million thoughts running through his mind. He's actually here in your apartment and damn, it's nice.

The way you've decorated your home is extremely different from the hellhole he lives in. In all fairness, he's a guy living with 3 other twenty year olds.

"Excuse the mess," you say.

His eyes scan the apartment. Mess? Clearly you haven't seen a real mess. Just about everything seems to be in order. He fears how you would react if you stepped foot in his home. The only thing he can see out of place is a few boxes and.... oh.

Your underwear is lying on the middle of the living room floor. Granted, the laundry basket is right next to it, but he can clearly see the lacy black material from where he stands. There's no way you did that on purpose... right? Your apartment is far too clean for you to carelessly leave a pair of panties in the middle of the living room.

He's mentally cursing and yelling at himself not the let his mind wander. But he can't help himself. He's already picturing it, you in the thing and revealing fabric.

"Yeah so I'm moving some stuff into storage... but the boxes are kind of heavy so I was hoping you could help me carry them to my car," you snap him out of his little daze.

"S-Sure no problem," he says.

He's quick to pick up one of the boxes, attempting to cover his semi hard-on. Although the box he lifts is surprisingly light. Nonetheless, he follows behind you as you lead him to your car outside.

It takes three trips to transport all the boxes. All of the boxes ended up being a much easier carry than he expected. He loads the last one into the trunk of your car before closing it.

"All done," he smiles at you.

"Thank you," you brush your hand against his shoulder. It's an innocent touch really, but it makes his heart rate skyrocket.

"N-No problem really," he stutters out.

The two of you make your way back inside the apartment building. The entire time you actually have pleasant conversation with one another. He finds out that you moved here about a year and a half ago after a nasty divorce.

You didn't have any kids of your own, but when you were with your ex husband, he already had a kid that you basically raised as your own. You keep talking about other things, but he somewhat tunes it out, only really thinking about the fact that you are very attractive and now confirmed to also be very single.

You ride the elevator up to the third floor together once again. He walks you back to your apartment and you think him again.

"You want something to drink? It's the least I can do for your help...."

He hesitates. Are you.... flirting with him? Those boxes weren't that heavy, and he's not just thinking that to fuel his own ego. You could've done it on your own, easily and now you're inviting him back into your apartment.

He can't tell if he's being crazy and overthinking.

"Sure."

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"Oh fuck," he moans as you sink down onto his cock.

He wasn't being crazy, not at all. The moment he stepped back into your apartment, you pinned him against the wall and kissed him. You pushed him down to his knees so he could eat you out... twice. And now he's on your bed naked and you're about to ride him.

You tilt your head back, letting out a breathy moan as he fills you up. He stretch of his cock feels so good inside of you. You're already starting to feel the effects of overstimulation from him the two orgasms he gave you in his tongue earlier.

"Shit-oh shit," he moans once he's buried fully inside of you. His body falls limp against the bed and he allows you to completely take over.

You start moving your hips, tits bouncing in his face. He can't take his attention off of them, feeling himself grow more and more turned on with each passing moment.

Each roll of your hips feels so good and you're relentless with your pace. Your pussy squeezes around him incredibly. It feels so good, too good. He can already feel himself losing it.

And he does. He lifts you up off his cock, stroking his length until he cums on your inner thigh. He lets out a long groan as he covers your skin with his cum.

"Did you just...?" you start to ask.

He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't already getting hard again. He simply nods before lifting you back up and aligning his cock with your entrance.

"Yeah... just keep going..." he groans.

You're stunned, but nonetheless you sink back down onto his cock. He meets you halfway this time, thrusting his hips in sync with yours. His cock drills deeper inside of you, tip pushing against that one spot inside of you that drives you crazy.

Neither of you are quiet, moaning and groaning with pleasure nonstop.

You push him down on the bed, riding him like a toy. You treat him like your personal dildo, riding his cock like you own it. Your tits continue to bounce in his face, making him nearly go cross-eyed.

He reaches his hands up to touch, but you swat them away,. "No touching."

He lets out a frustrated groan, sinking his head deeper into the pillow. He wants you so bad, all of you. He needs to touch you. He can't help himself. He just wants to feel your tits, maybe slip one of them into his mouth and suck on one of them.

He tries again, reaching his arms up to grab your soft tits. But again, you grab his hands. "I said no touching."

"Fuck... please. Just let me feel 'em," he moans.

You ignore him, tightening your grip on his hands. His eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a shaky breath.

"M-Mommy please..." he moans.

The sudden name shocks you and you let out a gasp. Hearing it sends a wave through your body. You weren't expecting it in the slightest, but it's absolutely turning you on. However, he's too caught up in pleasure to fully process what he just said. He just lies there, basically whimpering with his eyes trained on your tits.

You start moving your hips faster. "Fuck, say it again."

"W-What?"

"Say it again and I'll let you touch me," you pant.

"Fuck... let me touch you mommy. So fucking hot..." he moans. "Please mommy,"

You're already getting close again. You move his hands, placing them on your tits and upholding your promise. His eyes roll back into his head once he finally cops a feel. He sits up, pushing his face closer to your tits.

"G-Gonna cum soon," you warn him.

He latches his mouth onto one of your tits, tongue circling your nipple as he sucks on your soft flesh. You don't stop the rocking of your hips, even when your orgasm approaches.

You moan loudly, calling his name like a chant as you experience your high. He follows not long after, lifting you off his lap again and allowing his cum to spill on the outside of your pussy.

He licks his lips as he watches your swollen folds get painted white. You both sit there breathlessly, dripping in sweat and cum. You need a moment to catch your breath and fully come down. Your folds are already swollen and sensitive and you're ready to lie down.

But it's not over.

He moves quickly, lifting off his lap and pinning you on the bed beneath him. He spits on his cock before pushing it back into you.

You're not sure how he still has the energy and stamina for this. Surely his cock is overly sensitive now. You're already overstimulated from your third orgasm, and you were sure he was done for.

He pins your hands above your head as he ruts his hips inside of you. His thrusts are sloppy, but his cock is drilling into you perfectly. He's rough and needy, oozing desperation with every thrust of his hips.

Your tits continue to bounce as he fucks you, once again capturing his attention.

He can feel himself getting close again, dangerously close. If he doesn't stop now, he'll cum inside of you. But fuck, it feels so good he doesn't know if he can stop.

"S-Shit," he moans. "Gotta fuck those tits."

He finds it in himself to pull out. You both hiss at the sudden loss of contact, but he acts quickly.

He pushes his cock between the swell of your breasts. His cock slips between your tits easily considering your arousal is still coating his length.

You push your tits together, making the crevice tighter and it sends him into overdrive. He's fucking your tits recklessly, hips stuttering and moving like a bitch in heat.

"Cumming- ah fuck! Mommy I'm cumming!" he cries out.

He keeps moving his hips, thrusting his cock along the sweaty softness of your skin. He finally loses it altogether, rolling his eyes into the back of his head as he shoots his cum onto your tits. Some of it goes onto your face, most of it dripping down along your nipples.

He feels dizzy, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"What the fuck," he breathes out.

What the hell have you done to him? He's never experienced something like that before. Yeah he's been with older women before, but calling them mommy? He's not even sure where it came from, you just sort of brought it out of him.

He's never had sex as intense as that, but all he knows is that he wants to do it again. One time and he already knows you've ruined him.

You simply giggle breathlessly, raking your fingers through his damp hair. Once you both fully come down, you shower together and he ends up spending the night.

You watch movies together until you both fall asleep. The next morning he wakes up hard and after a blowjob and three more rounds, he finally goes back to his apartment.

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"He did it," Soonyoung suddenly announces.

"Seriously?" Minghao's head appears over the couch as he turns around.

"No way," Jun echoes.

"I'm so serious, he actually did it," Soonyoung deadpans.

"How do you know?" Jun asks.

"I saw him go into her apartment yesterday when I was leaving and he hasn't been back yet... he definitely did it," Soonyoung explains and plops down on the couch.

"Oh shit... he's still over there?" Minghao asks.

"Pretty sure... he'll probably walk back over here any minute with that stupid grin," Soonyoung says.

Almost on cue, the doorknob twists and Dino walks into his shared apartment. He's trying so hard not to smile and make it obvious that he just had the best night (and morning) of his life, but he can't help but let a small grin escape from his pursed lips. All three of his roommates are staring at him from behind the couch.

He stands there like a deer in headlights as his roommates all stare him down.

"So where have you been?" Minghao asks with a smirk.

"Out," Dino says shortly, trying to avoid conversation.

"All night? It's nearly noon, that's a long time," Soonyoung asks.

"I wasn't gone that long... I left this morning when you guys were all asleep," Dino lies.

"That's so odd because... I saw you leave yesterday. It was still evening then," Soonyoung raises an eyebrow.

"That's weird because... you weren't home yesterday evening. I was the only one here," Dino states.

"I forgot my wallet when I left to go to work, and when I was on my way back I'm pretty sure I saw you leaving the apartment... wearing those exact sweatpants too," Soonyoung grins. "Jun he was wearing those sweatpants when you left too... right?"

"Oh yeah... now that I think about it, he was," Jun grins.

Knowing he's been caught, Dino simply gives up on defending himself. "Screw all of you!"

"Dude you fucked the hot neighbor, and older woman might I remind you? Did you think we weren't going to find out eventually," Soonyoung points out.

"Whatever," Dino says with a grin.

"You're really not gonna tell us how it went?" Minghao teases.

"Nope," Dino says and starts walking toward his room. "All you need to know is that she made me breakfast this morning and said she wants to see me again"

"Damn dude," Jun breathes out.

"See you fuckers later," he says as he makes his exit.

He enters his room, closing his door behind him and pulling out his phone. The first thing he does is text you.

'so when can i see u again?'

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sungielvr · 1 year

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Love your work! Can you write something along the lines of the reader and Chenle being besties or something. And the reader is ovulating and horny so she whispers something to Chenle in his ear and he’s like “of course pretty girl, you can sit on it” and you’re just riding him and y’all both have breeding kinks? Thank you 🫣

both of you weren't shy when telling each other things , so when you came into his room plopping on his bed saying "im ovulating , and im so fucking horny." he doesn't pay it any mind. "you're always horny babe." you whined. "it's worse today."

chenle could help but watch you struggle , smirking when you'd clench your thighs together , even egging it on sometimes , being so condescending , teasing you. "what are you doing?" "n..nothi- jesus babe , what don't you understand , are you too horny to think." making it worse.

"you wanna fuck?" he turns to you. "what?" you whined , whispering in his ear , "im horny and i really want to sit on your cock right now , please can i?" that line alone threw any doubts out his mind , patting his lap. "of course you can , come on pretty girl , come on sit on it." you smiled straddling his lap.

once he slipped his cock inside you , you were cock drunk , moving your hips against him. "look at you bouncing on your bestfriends cock like a dumb horny bunny in heat."

"oh shit bunny , im gonna cum." you didn't want him to pull out. "pl..please cum inside me , i want it inside me." he knew it was a bad idea , but he'll figure it out in the morning. "fuck princess , that's what you want , fill your cunt with my cum." you nod moaning , "please." he cums inside you with a groan , holding you against him.

"we're not done baby , im gonna fuck you until my cum can't fit inside your pussy anymore."

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sungielvr · 1 year

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any noncon itzy chaeryoung lewd thoughts

TW: STEPCEST, NONCON

younger innocent (or dumb?) stepsister chaeryeong that let’s you touch her because it’s your “way to show you that i love you, chaery” :(

her being so uncomfortable by the way you grope her when your parents aren’t looking, coming behind her to fondle her tits, hand sliding down her ass. cornering her around the house to kiss her, pushing your knee between her legs and against her cunt, making her feel so disgusted by enjoying it :( you said it’s your way to love her but… aren’t these type of things only for partners? it feels so wrong but she doesn’t want to disappoint you :(

i’m not one for sex after gym or sports or whatever that involves sweating before sex BUT fucking her after she comes home from her volleyball practice !! not resisting one day you two are alone and bending her over the nearest surface the moment she crosses the door, pulling her shorts down to eat her out. her trying to push you away, saying it’s gross, she needs to shower but you’ve been holding back for so long seeing her come home in her small uniform and looking so good :(

now, about the noncon, forced anal :( asking her to go to your room and when she gets there she knows what’s going to happen but gets so confused by seeing a lube bottle… why would you need it? you are always teasing her for how wet her little cunt is… why the lube? accepts your kisses and touches, lets you take off her clothes and does the same to you but hesitates when you tell her to lay with her ass up and spread for you, blushing and saying you know that she doesn’t like that position but obeys when you insist, using both hands to spread her cheeks and show her holes to you. poor thing, too dumb to notice what is going on and when it clicks in her head, it’s too late, gasping when the cold lube hits her ass and your finger circles her hole.

tries to protest, getting up and turning to you with a “not there, please, i don’t-” but you’re quick to force her back into position, forcing her head down on a pillow by her neck and saying she can’t not like something she never tried :( her squirming and kicking as you insert the first finger and so you have to use force to hold her down. she stops when she realizes that the more she moves, deeper your fingers goes and more it hurts. taking your time to stretch her all while she lays there and sobs, begging you to “please, stop, i really don’t like this” but if she doesn’t like it, why is her cunt clenching around nothing and dripping on the sheets as you fill her ass with three fingers? she cries even harder when you say you can’t wait to make her take your strap there :(

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sungielvr · 1 year

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SOOB PANTY STEALER SO TRUE!!!!!

god a little ashamed snot faced soobin on his knees begging to be forgiven for being such a dirty boy!!!

maybe he’d even go so far as to degrade himself while he’s begging, saying that he knows he’s stupid and disgusting for doing it, but he can’t help it because he just thinks about you all the time and needs it to get off

-🎀

I KNOWWWW, my first thought was han and then i saw like wait....

BECAUSE HE WOULD

sniffling, all teary-eyed and red-faced, calling himself such a disgusting little perv, going on and on about how gross he is, apologizing over and over

that he doesn't even realize how turned on he is at this whole affair.

doesn't realize that he's pressed himself up against your leg, grinding against it as he degrades himself, your hard stare on him making the words spill out all the more urgent

and all the more humiliating.

he doesn't even realize that he's dry-humping your leg, moaning out between each jab at himself until you're letting out a disgusted gasp, shoving him off of you so he lands on him back.

his eyes go wide, tears falling all the more now as he tries to scramble up only for your foot to press down on his chest, a mean sneer on your face.

"if you're such a perv, soob, why don't you prove it to me you filthy thing instead of just denying it?"

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sungielvr · 1 year

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Y.O.U (Years Of Us), Chapter 6: Are You Lonesome Tonight?

Jimin x half black/half Korean OC

Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff

Summary:

Warnings: passing mention of drug overdose, oral sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, choking, and creampie.

WC: 4.8K

Song Of The Chapter: Elvis Presley- Are You Lonesom Tonight?

7 Years Ago

In the two years since Jimin and Kamaria had met, they ended up forming a fast friendship. They had many of the same interests, music being the main one, and conversation always flowed easily when they were together.

Jimin had never met anyone like Kamaria, someone who was so confident and sure of themselves and Kamaria had never met anyone like Jimin, someone who was so free with their feelings and their heart.

Keep reading

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sungielvr · 1 year

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cyyy have u seen the video soob and beomgyu posted on twitter today?..... i'm talking about this one —> https://twitter.com/txt_members/status/1647210708881539073?s=46

damn.... sub puppy gyu agenda HAS NEVER BEEN MORE OBVIOUS THAN IT IS NOW??!!! 😳😳like...he's not even trying to hide it anymore?? pls it looked way too natural like he's so used to acting like a puppy or am i delusional😵‍💫cause i can't fucking function like a sane human being after i saw this..i'm not joking when i say that his face has been everything i think about for the whole day today 🫣🫣,,,,

do i have any thoughts? 😭

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

I SAW IT SOMETIME THIS MORNING (i think???) AND I FREAKED OUT OMFGGG

puppy gyu, my dearest little good boy<33😵‍💫😵‍💫

or, honestly, let's be real and say he's a bad boy, bc even as your puppy he's gonna be a brat

no bc imagine you're trynna get work done or smth, study for an exam or doing a project and he's all needy

sitting across from you as he jerks off in an attempt for you to put that damn work away and pay attention to him😤, begging for you to touch him, whining that it doesn't feel as good when he touches himself

and when you continue to ignore him puppy gets all upset, huffing and crawling over to where you're trying to do your work,

situating himself to straddle your leg and humping it like the desperate little pup he is,,all messy and whiney and adorable as he looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever

"please,"

😩💥😩💥OMFG SOMEONE NEEDS TO HELP ME I"M NOT SANE RN

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sungielvr · 1 year

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bro i love the idea of switch jisung it just makes my brain go brrrrrrr

like imagine he was being a tease the whole entire day, gotta put him in his place, right?

he’s a tied up desperate mess you’ve been edging him for what feels like hours at this point.

the poor boy’s getting impatient and he starts babbling, curse after curse leaving his mouth.

“fucking untie me, bitch.” his head’s thrown back as he clenches his jaw.

“did you just call me a bitch?” you tilt your head to the side, giving him one last time go redeem himself.

“fucking bitch.”

“call me that again and you won’t get to fuck me anytime soon, you hear me?” you scold him, hitting his red tip with your hand.

“fuck- you’re gonna regret that.” he’s out of breathe, still trying to regain dominance.

“you’re cute, baby. thinking you’re so big and strong, but you’re really just a silly toy who needs to be used, isn’t that right?” you start moving your hand on his cock again, making him melt under your touch.

oh but the next time he doms you, you’re really in for a treat.

“oh, doll, doesn’t this seem a little familiar? it does to me.” your wrist are red from the restraints that are keeping you from struggling.

“sungie, please-“ you’re cut off by his fingers entering you again.

it’s so similar except he likes using another way to break you; overstimulation.

“poor thing, you think begging’s gonna help you after that stunt you pulled?” he goes down closer to your cunt, kissing your sensitive bud far too gently.

“jisung please, it’s too much. can’t cum again.” you try to wiggle out of his grasp, earning a rough smack to your clit.

he looks up at you with a cocky smirk on his face, his expression as if he’s won.

“how fucking original.” you roll your eyes, sticking your tongue into your cheek as if you aren’t on the brink of tears.

“stupid baby, you’re gonna be in for a long night.”

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sungielvr · 1 year

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I ADORE THE 9th MEMBER CONTENT OMG

No but imagine the 9th member being JUST as perverted as them and always wanting to be close to them, be it sitting on their lap, sleeping in the same bed as them, cuddling (and maybe “platonic” kisses here and there) but that’s just what friend do…right? 😏 how do you think ot8 would react to this??

Also, I am sending you so much love so you have an amazing day ❤️❤️❤️

oh yeah we NEED MORE PERV!READER!!!!! like dude we're all pervs for them 😔

In the beginning, everyone thought that you were only affectionate to them, maybe you only liked hugs and cuddles. But after so many years living together, they were beginning to think differently. Chan found peculiar the way you always sat on his lap, even though there was enough room for you to sit, and it was strange how you sat with your ass right on his cock, not on his thighs like you used to, and the times you moved around him saying you were "looking for a comfortable position" was suspicious, but he wouldn't complain, it felt wonderful - and yes, he had cum in his pants with you moving around on his lap, several times (including a live one, but maybe that's a story for another day).

Minho saw the way you drooled all over his thighs, you were terrible at disguising it, and the way you always tried to sit on them gave away even more. He lost count of how many times you sneaked into his bed because you had some nightmare and rubbed yourself against him in your sleep, and he would stand there, completely hard, listening to your noises.

Changbin was the first to notice your suspicious behaviors, like, why did you groan when he manhandled you when you were playing? Or why did you always spend hours complimenting his body and squeezing his big biceps? He didn't know it, but he loved it.

Hyunjin knew that you had pictures of him on your cell phone, he would pose for them pretending to be distracted - pictures of his arms, his abs, his thighs, his hands, you had a whole album just like he had one of you. He would leave the bathroom door open so you could watch him shower, and every time you would stand there, watching him in the reflection of the mirror and swearing that he didn't see you.

The close-to-the-mouth kisses you gave Jisung drove him crazy, you were always clinging to him the same way he was clinging to you. He loved it when you decided to sit on his lap, facing him, with your face close to his. He knew it wasn't normal for a friend to stick her hand inside her friend's blouse just to feel his abdomen, and you did it every day.

Felix discovered your kinky side the day your neck snapped when you turned quickly to see him taking off his shirt, you practically ate him with your eyes. Almost every day you would stop in front of him, swipe your ass in his crotch area, and only leave when you felt he was hard, with a suggestive smile on your face. Sometimes it seemed that you walked around the house without a bra just to give him a private show, with an almost transparent white shirt that made Felix - and the others - wish they had their mouth on it.

Seungmin was the only one who responded to your provocations, you accidentally put your hand on his cock over your pants? Oops, he accidentally squeezed your ass thinking it was Chan's. You bent down in front of him wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath and gave him a nice view of your pussy? Damn, he accidentally made a mistake and entered your room naked, how silly of him.

Jeongin's hand is delicious, periodt. You love it when he gets his finger dirty with something sweet, because you can wipe it off with your mouth! Jeongin also follows your teasing, he always makes back and forth motions in your mouth before taking his fingers out and giving that cute smile in appreciation. He also pretends not to be affected by the low moans you give when he playfully chokes you up, you love it when he does this, it's delicious.

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Imagine that like 9th member reader and perv!felix are both gamers and felix always sits reader on his lap whenever he or they play, claiming it makes him focus better or imagine in a live or a skz talker felix sits reader on his lap while they are playing a game on their phone and he just starts dirty talking to reader in their ear while also loudly telling them to focus on the game

felix could focus perfectly without you in his lap , but he knew it was the easiest way to get you to sit on his lap , when you two are playing games together.

you also don't question too much when he grinds his cock against you ass , only getting frustrated when you lose , whining, and him just playing innocent. "felix , i keep losing because of you , stop that." "what baby , im not doing anything, you're losing because you just aren't as good as me."

it happens so often , that no body bats an eye when you're sitting on his lap , playing games during a talker , but what they don't notice is your flushed face , as felix's bucks his hips into your ass , whispering the mostly filthiest shit in your ear , while you're playing.

"they're playing games , they do this all the time." hyunjin said , so unaware of the dirty scene in front of him , felix's deep voice in your ear. "this short ass skirt , i could just slide your panties to the side , stick my cock inside you and no one will notice anything."

you're struggling to keep up with the game , eyes wondering around to see if anyone heard him , seeing the cameraman pointing the camera at you two. "yah! play the game , you're losing." felix's loudly shouts. "both of you calm down with those games , stop getting so frustrated." lee know said , the camera turning away from you two lee know , giving felix the opportunity to whisper more filthy shit in your ear.

"if you win this game , i'll let you sit on my cock next round , if i win you let me fuck your face in the bathroom, that sound fair?"

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imagine watching porn with best friend jeno and both just masturbating together

sneaking glances at each other and pretending not to want a little more. he'd probably be too shy to make a move on you, even if he's already sitting there with his dick out in the open and his favorite porn video blasting from the speakers of his computer setup.

don't get him wrong though, he likes this. he loves this. this is enough already. but let him dream about what would happen if you slapped his hand away from his cock and started stroking him yourself.

THANK YOU ANON!!! this is really hot

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old draft i just found

Imagine you want Chan to cum inside you so bad that you try to coax him into it. Mewling ‘please’ over and over again as he reaches his peak. He gets mildly annoyed but just fucks harder to make you cum first until he pulls out to cum on your stomach. You pout but he says something about it being too gross and weird.

You get very quiet after that, not speaking a word as he cleans you up. When he gets into bed you immediately get up to go to the living room. He is disappointed since he was hoping to fall asleep next to you since he had to work early the next morning but he goes to sleep anyway.

Two nights later, he came home earlier than usual to spend time with you but you’re obviously upset. You’ve barely spoken to him or touched him since that night. He’s barely even made eye contact with you. Felix notices the tension but doesn’t say anything until he sees you walk right past Chan out of the kitchen when he was clearly going to say something to you. He finally asks “Is everything ok? She’s been like this for a few days.”

Chan, now annoyed though slightly embarrassed, speaks through pink cheeks. “She is just upset she didn’t get what she wanted.”

“What did she want?”

Chan stumbles and stutters for a moment before just saying something vague about a “bedroom fantasy”. “I just don’t think I should sacrifice what I want just so she’s not a brat. I don’t want to feel gross when I’m sharing a moment with her.”

Felix’s brows furrow knowing you wouldn’t be that upset over something so selfish but he isn’t sure what it even is nor is he sure if it’s his place. Before he can say anything you speak up from the doorway.

“Fuck you, Chris.” Both men look towards where you were standing with angry tears. “I’m not being a brat and I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”

“Then why have you been acting like this?”

“Because” you paused and Felix noticed you were hugging yourself. “Because you keep calling me gross and weird”

Felix was alarmed at the sight of your tears and rushed you comfort you. You fully buried yourself in his arms.

“I didn’t call you gross, just what you were asking.” Chan tried in vain to argue.

“Do you think having your cum on my stomach is better??” You fired back. “Or my mouth or my ass?”

Felix was frozen, veeeery sure he should not be hearing this.

Meanwhile Chan was lost for words.

“Sex is fucking gross in general but I’m not trying to make you do something your uncomfortable with. I just don’t want to be called weird or gross.” He could barely hear the last part because you buried your face in Felix’s chest as you began to cry harder. “I thought I could share things with you but you made me feel bad about myself instead”

Chan felt worse than bad. He hadn’t thought about that, any of it. Sex isn’t the most sanitary thing. Personally he’d never had cum on him the way you had so he couldn’t even argue how gross it might’ve felt relative to cumming inside you. Most importantly, he hasn’t meant to insult you. He would never try to hurt your feelings especially in a vulnerable moment.

“______ I’m so sorry!! I hadn’t thought about it like that.” He apologized profusely. Felix tapped you gently, pointing to Chan whose arms were now open to give every bit of comfort he could. You accepted, albeit hesitant, though once you were there you squeezed him tight as you cried. He squeezed back, tears of his own falling as he continued to apologize. After a few minutes, he picked you up, yours arms still tight around him, taking you back to his room.

Felix stood there for a moment. “I feel like I shouldn’t have heard any of that.”

In the end, Chan’s innocent comfort turns to apologetic lust and he ends up granting your request. From the moment he feels himself release into your waiting walls he learns something- he loves it.

He gets hooked instantly from that moment. You smiled contently not knowing you’ve awakened the beast- Chan’s breeding kink.

I didn’t proofread or format 🤷🏽‍♀️ I just wrote some shit out so I might delete

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housemates — lee know

> summary . how can you live your life peacefully with having your housemate constantly seducing you like that?!

> genre . smut, fluff, housemates au, forced proximity, housemate!minho, gn!reader.

> warnings . sexual tension, general sexual themes, minor language, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, tipsy sex.

(wc) > 6.3k

(sunny's note) ☆ "and they were roommates.” wanted to be sweet and cute, until lee minho is in the equation. sorry for the late upload, i had a really bad writing slump and progress was slow. but i made it!

You shouldn’t have agreed to this if you knew this was how it would turn out. What a mistake, your kindness that yourself and other has taken for granted. And currently stuck in a living situation that tested your patience every waking hours, your dormitory experience was no match for this.

Jisung had asked you for a ‘small’ favour a couple months earlier, about how his friend got evicted and was now homeless, wondering if you could let him stay for a while until he find a new place. First of all, that was not a small favor. Secondly, you didn’t even know this friend that he was talking about. And you were reluctant to let a stranger stay in your house right off the bat. You lived in a dorm before, but that was a dorm and not your own house.

“Please, [Y/N], just a couple months.” Jisung pushed over the phone, you could tell he was outside from the loud and slightly muffled noise that the speaker picked up upon.

Sighing, your soft spot for him would be the death of you. Agreed with hesitation, since you were glad you were out of the dorm life and regained your privacy, but it seemed that life had came to pull you back in. Jisung should be expecting your complaints if something bad happened between you and your new housemate.

From the first initial meeting, you got some of the weirdest vibe from this guy. Maybe it was the amount of black and leather he was dressed up in, or the bitchy look on his face that could kill with a single stare. How the fuck was Jisung friends with a person like this? They were the complete opposite of one another, the guy looked as if he committed first degree murders as his favourite past-time. What you meant was you were convinced that he was a sociopathic killer, and he was probably plotting yours and Jisung’s death soon.

For one person, he sure did had a lot of stuff. You three brought around eight or ten different sized carton boxes up to your apartment, not counting the two gigantic suitcases that he had to take a second trip with Jisung to go get. He must have been living in his old place for very long to have that much stuff, wonder why he got kicked out? Possibly because the landlord found the bodies with how sharp his eyes always glared at.

“Don’t worry about the rent, Minho can pay for his half.” Jisung reassured, starting his car. The engine roared loudly, it had been through a rough day of carrying all that stuff to here.

Before he left, Jisung told you one last thing. “Oh, and don’t be afraid to ask him for help around the house, Minho may look intimidating but he’s quite a sweet guy.” With that sentence stuck in the back of your head, he drove away. If you could even have enough courage to ask him to take the trash out, maybe that statement would be proven.

You did all the house chores yourself, you didn't ask for any assistance from Minho. Wether it was because you were used to having to do everything yourself, or he was just still as unapproachable as the first time you two met. But he too, barely talked to you. You heard his voice once or twice when he was on the phone, but he did not speak a full sentence to you and ought for short few words replies.

"Do you need any help?" Another voice emerged from behind your back, offering assistance.

You pulled the trash bag out of the can, "I'm good, thanks,"

"Whatever, suit yourself." Minho walked away. Not even a bit of small talk? It frustrated you of how aloof he was acting, he didn't want to get to know you at all. However, it pissed him off just as much, you would always shrug him off every-time he offered to help you. As you two had made it clear before, you hardly knew each other, and here you were living together as people of unfamiliarity.

You didn't know his last name, or how he met your three years best friend—Jisung. Neither did he held any personal information about you, he wasn't even sure which variation of your name was the correct one. Already a month has passed by and no one was willing to start up a conversation with the other person. This ice between you and Minho just kept getting thicker and colder.

Ranting on the phone, "I'm telling you, I can not get through him! I think he hate me!"

"Calm down, [Y/N], he doesn't hate you." Jisung reassured, sighing as this was the third phone call of the month that you were expressing your discontent for the same subject. "It's simple, just talk to him, even if it's small talk."

Hearing the front door opened, "Fuck, he's back, I'll talk to you later." You didn't let Jisung say 'bye', hanging up in the midst of his sentence.

Minho worked a nine-to-five job, you weren't sure of his occupation in particular. You got a sense of his routine, he would leave the house at exactly seven-fifty in the morning and usually came home around five or six—depending on the traffic that day. On few occasions, he was nice enough to bring food home for the both of you.

"Hey, you're back quite late today?" You asked, seeing the clock already hitting six at the moment.

He set down a few plastic bags on the table, "I got groceries on the way, I'll cook dinner." He explained shortly, bringing ingredients to the kitchen for preparation.

That was a first, he had never offered to cook before, much less thanking you for the meals you made for dinner. Guessed he was just hot and cold like that, and this was his way of showing his gratitude. You weren't mad, on what normal day would you have someone cook for you enjoy? You technically did everything yourself when you moved out a few years ago.

Watching his figure diligently cooking in the kitchen, it comforted you in an unusual way. He was like your own personal boyfriend—for tonight at least, he would cook and then sit at the table with you to eat, maybe he might even offer to wash the dishes. A fine, hard-working young man? Anyone who could scored him would probably be winning in life. You couldn’t hide your jealousy if he ever bring home a date.

He walked over to you, holding out a spoon with a small portion of thick orange liquid. Minho asked, “Try it, tell me if it suit your taste.”

The tangy flavour stood out immediately, he must have put something citrusy as it melt into your tastebuds. It was good, no, amazing even! This hidden talent of his was worth all the waiting you had done, you never knew Minho could be such a great chef. For a while, you thought this guy couldn’t possibly hold a knife correctly, yet you were proven wrong of your assumptions.

You nodded, the sound you made when encountered good food already told him enough. Everything smelled so mouth-watering, and the presentation was tempting you to devour everything in on sitting.

"Thanks for the food!" As soon as he placed the last dish onto the table, you immediately picked up your utensils. You could not hold yourself back when face with good home-cooked food, good home-cooked food made by an equally good-looking guy.

Minho sat down beside you—he usually sat across from you which kept a nice distance between the two of you—he was very close today. Asked he, "How is it? Good?"

You didn't hold back on your praises, "God, why didn't you cook sooner? This is actual heaven~!"

He simply smiled in a humble manner. Your face was a little puffed up when you eat, which he found quite endearing. Watching you stuffed your entire face with rice, sweet and sour ribs, and eggrolls. Flattered by how much you were enjoying it, yet concerned from how fast you were eating.

"Slow down, wouldn't want you to choke." He gazed at you as he advised.

"Unless you like it like that." Immediately, you started coughing profusely. A grain of rice flew up to your nose, making everything worse the longer it stayed stuck up there.

Minho patted your back, "Woah, are you alright?" Uh, obviously no?! You were coughing out rice over here, how could you even be remotely okay? And how did he expect you to be okay after that suggestive comment he just made? This guy was unbelievable. The smile laced with deviousness, as if he was silently planning something that would catch you off guard—which certainly did a minute ago.

He picked up a single rib and ate it with his chopsticks, he probably mind getting his hands dirty from that sticky sauce he used. How could Minho looked so graceful while eating while you were here devouring everything down like a fucking caveman. Work on your image a bit, would you? Especially when you were living with someone that wouldn't use their hands to eat ribs.

"Have you been talking to Jisung recently?" Minho suddenly questioned, setting down his bowl as to show respect.

You turned to him, confusion sitting on your shoulders and your heart sinking with a bit of guilt. By any chance, did he overheard your conversations? "Yeah, I have." Continued by another question, "What? Are you two not talking?"

Minho's eyes was bigger than you expected, now seeing him a bit closer from your distance from each other. It curved in a very pretty way, and glistened upon every reflections of his soul. You couldn't help, couldn't help but get a little sad every-time you gazed into his eyes, or when they would unknowingly stared back at you. He looked at you, as if through his eyes saw you as the most precious person to exist in the short timespan that was the human life.

"He haven't been answering my texts and calls, I don't know if he's upset with me or something?" Minho sighed, "Can you...just ask him for me?"

In a bit of hesitation, "Would it be a bit rude for an outsider to chime in? Whatever it is you and Jisung are going through, it's best if you two worked it out together...privately." You told, trying to offer other solutions.

Minho let out a tired breath, "I don't know, I'm not sure what I did wrong that made him upset with me, that's what I'm most worried about."

You patted his back, "Just talk it out with him, communication is key!" How ironic, you could hardly hold a conversation with him, and now you were here giving out communication advise? Unreliable source. You knew you shouldn't interfere with whatever beef Jisung and Minho was having between each other, but you were making it seem like you wouldn't ask Jisung for details. Or Jisung would tell you himself from how much he like to rant to you.

Minho flashed a genuine smile towards you, "Thanks, I owe you one!"

Your heart skipped a beat, just one enough for your whole system to go the very bit haywire. You were finally making some good progress with Minho, and his entire intimidating and remote façade all came crashing down when he smiled. Keep up the good work!

“Are you and Minho back on speaking terms yet?” The other line went quiet for a few seconds, you heard a sigh being let out.

Jisung replied with a question, “He told you?”

Fuck, your nosy tendencies were acting up again, it slipped out of you like a natural instinct. “No—um, yeah he did but I don’t know the details or anything! He was just wondering if you were mad at him or something since you stop contacting him.” You went on to explain, trying to tell Jisung that you weren’t intending to be impolite and simply wanted to help your friend out.

The other giggled at your tone of voice, of how freaked out he got you. You acted as if the people you were working for to take down started suspecting you to be a double agent, but unlike those action films, you were terrible at hiding the truth.

“My girlfriend don’t like the fact that I’m still friends with my exes, so she wiped out their contacts from my phone.” The whole problem was finally solved as the explanation came out.

Wait, one thing. “Minho is your ex?!” You exclaimed at the sudden realization.

Jisung was absolutely enjoying this from the other line, “What? You want him?” He teased.

Your face went red, denying the question thrown at you. This whole time, this was the relationship your housemate has with your best friend? And he had never cared to tell you about anything regarding this romance he once had? All these people do was lie. Struggling through your words, you outwardly rejected the idea. “No—! No– I don’t! I—!”

Jisung interrupted, “It’s fine, he’s all yours.”

You tried denying, “No, I don’t want him—!” Quickly being cut of by Jisung once more.

“And he’s a really great kisser—”

“Jisung, shut the fuck up!” You hanged up in embarrassment, throwing your phone away in a state of panic. Why would he tell you that? As if you needed to be more careful around Minho now that you knew these things about him. God, how did he expect you to continue living with this knowledge? Unlike Jisung, you saw Minho everyday of the week.

The door to your bedroom suddenly opened, “Are you okay? I heard a thud.” Minho was still in his work attire, a tad bit sweaty from the heated summer air, the first two buttons of his shirt were left undone. Solely from the condition of his appearance was in, you were mentally restraining yourself.

“Did you just came back?” You asked, begging that he didn’t heard your conversation with Jisung on the phone a few minutes ago.

He replied shortly, “Yeah, I’ll go shower now so we can eat.” Closing your door as he left without another word, left silently with knowing what you said earlier. He heard enough of your phone call, you were too caught up with talking that you didn’t hear the front door open. Minho was halfway across the hall to his room when he heard you shouted, his name fell out from your mouth as clear as day.

Oh, Jisung never told you that he and Minho were a thing? Now it was kind of awkward for the both of you. But if you wanted him, he wanted you too. He saw the way you would look at him, stealing glances from across the table. He was a very attractive guy, you were sure he wholeheartedly knew this, and he used it to his advantage.

Coming out of a cold shower, his hair was wet and dripping water down his back and shoulders, but at least have some respect for you by covering up his entire bare torso. At the dinner table? Was he going to be half-naked for the whole duration of dinner? He wanted you dead, you boldly claimed.

“So…how was work?” You opened up a topic, hoping he would start talking to fill the silence that was ongoing between the two of you.

Minho let out a chuckle, "Not fun." Handing you a pair of chopsticks and a ceramic bowl. That was understandable, he did looked quite worn out coming home after work.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking." You raised a question into his occupation.

He began picking up food from the many plates into his bowl, the wondrous scent controlled his chopsticks faster than his mind. Minho answered while pouring the meat broth over his rice, "I'm an accountant."

An accountant? Was that a code word for sex workers? No one in their right mind would go into accounting. Minho out of all people, worked as an accountant? You had no negative comments on his intelligences, or his work ethics. But accounting sounded so boring for someone as interesting as Minho, you thought what he said was a joke of some sort. Maybe he had a side hustle doing unconventional and dirty jobs.

"It's not fun, but I got bills to pay." Minho joked to lighten up the mood, filling in the empty pauses with yours and his joyful laughs.

He shook his head in a subtle yet prominent dissappointment, smiling to hide his actual emotion on his feeling of unfulfillment. "I wish I became a singer back then."

What he said piqued your interest, you looked up at him with a spark of excitement. Straight into his eyes, you asked. "You sing?"

His vocals was almost professional singer level, for a first in the short timespan of knowing him, you saw such happiness on his face. Holding the microphone as he sang you a love song, the amount of money you spent on that karaoke machine paid off. Minho wasn't wrong or thought too highly of himself when he said he should had became a singer, you would have said the same thing if you knew him sooner. And if he did, you would support him with your all.

The atmosphere got a bit hotter and hotter as the night went on, with alcohol entering the table as an uninvited guest. When a sensual song came on, the mood totally changed for better or worse. His loose t-shirt was showing some skin, it was too a little short as it was showing peeks of his toned stomach underneath. Your mind was going places, wether it was because of the alcohol getting you tipsy or it was your inner desires for intimacy.

Minho did not broke eyes-contact with you, in a hushed voice, stating that you were the only beauty he would keep in his sight tonight. Gently holding your hand in his, he placed it on his chest. Did you feel it? Under the warm and shaking palm of yours. His heart beating at a tiny bit quicker pace than usual, beating for you with all of these temptations in him.

"Minho, I should go to bed now, it's getting awfully late." You told, diverting away in a flustered mess. Yet, despite your attempt at diluting the air, Minho persuasion didn't seem to back down. Too heated, too close as you could now smell his liquor-laced breath.

Eyes half-lidded which made his desires just the more prominent, he was serious with no control. Before your lips could touch one another, a loud vibration emerged abruptly that pulled both of you out of that drunken trance.

Blindly grabbing for your phone, your eyelids were giving up as each minute continued to pass by. You didn't look at the contact name, the alcohol was taking over your system like a pernicious poison. A voice echoed out from your phone speaker, it took you a few seconds to register the other line’s speaking and its distinct frequency.

“Where is your report?! [Y/N], you are driving me crazy with your constant delays!” They roared at you, annoyed and angered.

You got off from your place on the couch, walking away with your phone in hand as you used your last few excuses to save yourself. “Seungmin, it’s not really a good time right now, can I call you back?”

Seeing you caught up with work on the line, he figured he would clean up this mess you two made on the coffee table for you. For a moment, he thought you felt it too. He might had read the room wrong, but the way you tried to avert from the situation felt almost like a reassurance for him. As if you wanted to go further with him, go little deeper, but you were unsure if he was onboard as well. He thought of apologizing, after you sober up more than the state you were in at the moment.

You swore, you couldn't remember anything from the night before. Went to bed at nearly one in the morning, woke up head-empty and half of the blankets and pillows were off your bed. Come on, you could confidently say that you did not exceed your limit. Yet as shown this morning, you had a rough night yesterday with the leftover liquor running through your veins.

You were absolutely dumb-founded when he said he was sorry for what happened last night, as if you remembered everything clearly to its very details. Let's see, you ate dinner, you talked, sang a couple songs out of boredom you assumed, then it all when foggy after that.

"What are you on about? I have no idea of whatever the hell you are apologizing for." Telling him straight up, you could not register anything he was saying to make any sense.

Frustrated, and a bit taken over by the shame from yesterday. "No, it's okay, you're better off not knowing anyway. Sorry for making a scene so early in the morning."

Minho finished the few last sips of his Americano, grabbing his laptop bag from under the dining table in a hurry. "I have to go now, see you again at six." He bid goodbye at the front door.

Before he go for the next ten hours, you told him tonight's plan. "I have a few friends over tonight, if you don't mind their companies."

"How many are coming?" Minho asked.

You tilted your head as you tried to remind yourself of the size of your party, maybe even the identities of your guests as well. "Just three. Jisung is going to be there too, if you want to see him."

You could forget anything, anything that you deemed important. But one thing that you couldn't seem to shake off your mind, as it has been bugging you ever since you knew of it, was the bygone romance Minho had with your best friend—happened to be Jisung. Now that you were non-actively trying to persue the guy, it left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Though Jisung had affirmed that the past was in the past, you could court his ex-boyfriend all you want.

Minho looked down, "We'll talk later, okay? I'm late for work." Leaving things unfinished between you, he closed the door as he left.

You didn't work until around noon, you could work from home if you wanted, yet you still came into the office everyday since things moved faster with you being physically there. But after that call from Seungmin—head of your department, you were already considered brave for the mere thought of showing up. Despite how nice Seungmin actually was, his anger was incomparable to anything you had ever seen.

After your short shift, you went back home to get things prepare. On the way home, you had already picked up a few ingredients. Said ingredients were just a six-pack of cold beers and Gochujang sauce for the beef. The others wouldn't come for another hour, for the time being, you would have to get everything ready by yourself.

Pray to god that the table grill was still working today since you haven't brought it out for a good few years now, it was collecting dust in the very far back of your cupboard. The hangout had been planned for a little while already, you got most of the things a day or two prior.

Was Minho going to join you? His expression carried a bit of hesitation when you asked this morning, though you would be happy to have him if he did changed his mind. The more the merrier!

Hyunjin and Jisung came over just a tiny bit earlier than Felix, guessed he was caught up with some baking for desert. You and your friends were all gathered up together at the dining table, it felt crowded by how small of a space you had to eat for four people. Happy that Hyunjin’s beer wasn’t on the floor since it was standing so confidently at the edge.

“When is Minho coming home?” Jisung suddenly turned to you.

“I don’t know, usually he would be back by now.” You shrugged, just now noticing today’s abnormalities. Maybe something came up at the office, or he had something else he needed to do beside from work matter. Whatever it was, you just hoped he would get home safety.

Speak of the devil, not even ten minutes had passed and the front door softly rang of clicking keys. You came to open the door for Minho, meeting his slightly stunned expression. His glossy tired eyes under the dirty frames of his glasses gazed back at you, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead as if he ran his way home. God, he looked rough, but so strangely enticing at the same time.

"Hey, we were just talking about you!" You beamed.

"Sorry, I'm late. My digital files got corrupted, so I had to get I.T to check that bitch out." Minho sighed deeply, you could imagine how long it took to resolve it purely from how worn out he presented.

The others greeted him at the dining table, getting a stool for him to sit since you were out of chairs. Minho was sandwiched between you and Hyunjin, one he knew, one he didn’t. He felt the tiniest bit uncomfortable sitting in such a tight spot, especially when yours and his thighs were rubbing against each other. He didn’t mind it too much, he liked you anyways.

“Ah, Minho! This is Hyunjin, and that’s Felix, they’re my college friends.” You introduced. Though he was a year older, they treated him with a casual formality. Felt more like meeting old friends than new people, your group broke the ice a lot quicker than he had previously expected. Soon you all were drinking and chatting, learning a bit too much about each other for the first meeting.

Felix tapped out, “No more, I’m driving tonight.” With Jisung following along as most had already decided to stop drinking, including you.

You placed your hand on the shoulder of the person next to you, “Are you still going? Damn, you must know how to handle your liquor.”

Minho stared back at you as you spoke to him, his eyes half-lidded like the night before. The first few buttons were unfastened, his bare and defined chest laid underneath the thin fabric. A sheer cast of sweat made his body glistened by the overhead light, his glasses was slowly slipping off his nose bridge which reflected the sweat even more than it should have. His face was flushed red and pink everywhere, flushed from a love confession of a drunken mind. Any minute now, he might just be making out with you.

His heart and guts was burning up with these carnal desires, if your friends weren't here, you could bet he would be fucking your brains out like how you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted you just as much, so shamelessly wanted you.

Minho leaned in suddenly, his lips and hot intoxicated breath lingered your ears. Whispered gently with his mellow, sleepy tone of voice, "When are they leaving?"

“We’re just going to have some tea and brownies, they’ll be on their way soon. Why do you ask?” You returned, asking in with a bit of hesitation in the back of you mind. Could it be he was overloaded enough, or did he not like your friends? You doubted the second one, since they had so much fun together. But that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.

He didn’t further elaborate, ending the subject then and there with no other explanation. His intentions were unclear, as if he was hiding something from you but you couldn’t figure out what it was. Hopefully not something shady, or would leave you with a bad image of Minho. Keep it simple, he was probably tired and he needed a bit more peace and quiet. And he couldn't get any peace and quiet if your friends were here, right?

You wanted him to take off his shirt, take every single piece of fabric on his body off, let you admire all of his grace and beauty. Occupied with drooling over your housemate, the teapot seemed to had slipped your mind.

"Fuck!" Yelped you, the heat of the hot tea finally burned your skin.

Hearing pain from your voice, Minho and the others were already there to aid you. Especially Minho, he grabbed your hand into his as soon as he noticed. Luckily for you, the injury was minor and running it through cool water was good enough.

Minho really has you in a chokehold, metaphorically speaking obviously—unless. If you two did become a thing, would it be a little awkward? Maybe not for Jisung, but you were unsure of how or what to think in a situation like this. Though, despite how much you might try to push the idea away due to having quite a lot of repect for your best friend, you couldn't help yourself.

Seduction existed in his eyes and body language, it was subtle yet effective. An absolute disaster that the two of you also lived together, which pumped you up with an amount of hormone that a high-school student would have.

The way he dressed may be ordinary, office worker fashion. His shoulders flexing in his fitted button-up, straight dress pant hugging his thighs. His thick frame glasses further accentuated his winsome features. There was no exaggeration that he, for a definite, has a lot of admirers from work. You too, would be weak on your knees if Minho was your colleague.

It was around eight o’ clock by the time you finished up, which wasn’t late—at least to your definition—but tomorrow was still a work day. Especially for Hyunjin, who was flying out of the country for a business trip, of which it was crucial for him to leave early morning for his flight.

“I’m catching a cab home.” Jisung answered when you asked him how he was going to get home without a car, since the other two already left on their separate ways.

“No, I’ll drive you home.” You offered kindly.

“You drank a lot tonight, you really shouldn’t be driving, [Y/N].” Jisung denied, pointing out the slight alcoholic haze you were in. He wasn’t wrong, you were a literally beast with the bottle. However, you were awake enough to still talk normally and sort of think, like being half asleep.

Reassuring you that he would be fine on his own, and that he would be sure to text you when he arrived at his place. You knew Jisung for too long for you to be worried about him on trivial things, it simply felt like the right thing or a common habitual saying you had going on. You just wanted to take extra precautions since you both had been drinking the whole night, and there were quite a lot of problems existing because of it.

"Don't worry about me too much," Jisung soothed you once more. However he had no regards for what a sentimental moment that was happening between the two of you, immediately back to his ways of joking to dilute the air. "You should be worrying about if Minho can keep his dick in his pants near you."

You smacked him on his shoulder, "Shut up, he's right over there!"

"I mean...I see the way y'all look at each other, we all know, [Y/N]." He commented, giving you a playful look. You wanted to murder Jisung, and you would make it look like an accident too. Were you being that obvious about your feelings? But the way Minho acted around you didn't help too!

Jisung waved goodbye to you and to Minho—who was in the kitchen, washing up dishes and shot glasses. "I'll see you on Saturday for coffee if you can even get out of bed, bye!"

Nodding, as you watched him walk away from your apartment to the main elevator, realization hit later than expected. You yelled out in annoyance but Jisung would definitely laughed it off and ignore you. "Hey, we're not fucking!"

You had to stay up to finish a few reports and lone documents, so that meant you wouldn't be able to see Minho during his morning coffee. Coming over to offer another hand in cleaning up, it wasn't a big mess but was a mess nonetheless. You might take care of everything for Minho to get some well-deserved rest that he has been needing.

Minho turned around as he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Let me take it from here, you should be getting ready for bed by now."

"No, I'll help." Minho single-mindedly refused your offer. "And too, I can't sleep with this raging boner you gave me."

Too sudden, too out of nowhere, your neck snapped to him when you heard him said those words. His expression was neutral, as natural as if he had said and had done nothing wrong. Still washing dishes and bowls, scrubbing and rinsing like he has been doing the same thing for years. Did he heard himself at least, or was it a thought that went loose.

"Oh, sorry." What the fuck were you supposed to reply to that? Thank you? Was that a compliment in disguise of some sort? Feuling the fire even more, the desires becoming stronger and intense, he had agreed to throw away his principles already.

Minho inched closer to you, his eyes on yours as he asked nicely for attention. "If I tell you that I want to fuck you right here right now, would you be mad?"

Face flushed, hot as when you would place your hand on your tea cup to check the temperature. He was evil, disregarding your state of mental stability by saying things of the same kind so out of pocket. He, for a fact, waited for the right time to confess his sins. The kettle was boiling all night, the heat and steams were his deepest thoughts.

You turned off the sink, your hands cool and wet and smell of dish soap from the water. For a split moment, you were solely looking at each other, begging either one to make a move. Minho leaned in towards your direction, his bare forearms brushed gently against yours. The alcohol in both of your bodies made the moment all the more intimate, slowly yet steadily closing your distance between each other, breaking down the wall of sexual tension you had unconsciously built that stood with all its might.

The faint taste of his strawberry chapstick on your tongue, his lips was a little sticky but so soft that you didn’t quite mind. There was no way of stopping him, as you too, did not want to stop the thrill ride that was ongoing. Letting out heavy breaths as he sucked dark red marks onto your skin, lips painting your blank canvas. May he be the only alcohol you would get drunk on, let you drink him up like your sorrows and distress.

“Oh, Minho.” You breathed, moaning out his name as his hands rushing to take off your pants. Hot tongue making a line on your stomach down to your sex, freely as his mouth worked on you like how you dearly enjoyed his food. Both your legs resting on his broad shoulders just did nothing but helped spread you wider.

Your sweet voice singing out to encourage him, using his tongue in all directions that favoured you. Stomach knotting with alcohol and dinner and a heaven he had created for you, coming onto his lips, a result of prolonged temptations.

Every fabric that touched yours and his bodies that day were all scattered on the floor by second round. Never even seen your best friend naked, and here you were admiring his ex-boyfriend’s entire unclothed figure with no ounce of shame left in yourself. You could not keep your hands away from him, so greedily touching him in different places.

Neither could wait any longer, deciding to lay each other’s pride out on the dining table. Minho placed his lips on yours, closing his eyes yet still seeing the vivid image of you in his dark mind. With each passing second, his cock making its way into the very depths of you. You hugged him quite tightly, as if you haven’t scored anyone in a while.

Your eyes told him everything he needed to know, you body twitching and squirming under his embrace, the silent language that told him every one of your secrets. Thrusting faster and harder, wanting to hear you make some more music for his aching soul. Minho grabbed your legs, pushing them against your torso as his cock went deeper into you. You could barely keep your eyes open, or could you stay present with him. This pleasure felt like a dream, a dream that softly pulled you in.

Minho kissed your lips once again, “Baby, don’t sleep on me, I’m not done with you just yet.”

But as much confidence that he may has in him, he was nearing his high and coming apart for you along the way. Minho’s vocals were heavenly when he sang for you, and were just as heavenly when he came into you. He kept going despite being out of breath and tired for you, he started something and he was going to finish it.

Second time felt much more powerful than the first, almost like he gave his all. You could feel his seeds dripping out from inside of you, onto the dining table and even the chairs. Dirtying everything all over again, now you had more cleaning to add onto your list. Guessed neither of you were going to get any sleep tonight.

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