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cherrychilli · 4 months

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Eddie Munson x AFAB reader, friends to lovers, mentions of nudity, brief mention of masturbation (m). Basically, Eddie finds you sleeping naked in his bed.

A/N: Idk I've had this idea in my head for too long now and I need to exorcise it out of me with this little drabble or I'll never be able to get on with my life.

Forest Hills trailer park wasn't your usual stop after clocking out of work but after the day you’ve had you don’t have it in you to wait for the next bus back to your apartment. Your place is 30 minutes away but the journey is sure to take even longer in the current downpour.

Staying over at the trailer wasn't anything new. A spare key was entrusted to you years ago and you made use of it on days like this to crash at Eddie’s for convenience sake. The key came with the promise that you were welcome to anything you needed even if both Eddie and Wayne were away – shower, food, an extra change of clothes, what have you, and you needed them all today.

With Wayne out of town for a few days and Eddie due back in two hours you sink into auto pilot, weary down to the bone from your shift. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t feel as weird as it probably should when you started to undress in their kitchenette, hanging your work clothes over the back of a nearby chair, rummaging through the fridge in your bra and panties for a quick bite to eat before heading for the shower.

There wasn’t much in it besides beer since Wayne hadn’t been around to stock it. Eddie always preferred ordering take out over getting groceries – something you were going to nag him for again when you had the strength to do so.

Cereal it would have to be.

You located a box inside one of the cupboards, tipping the wheaty, sugary contents straight into your mouth without bothering with a bowl and spoon. It’s not lost on you how similarly you’re acting to Eddie right down to the unruly state of half undress, wiping crumbs off your lips with the back of your hand. If you finished off with a belch it'd be like he never left the trailer this morning.

The messy mouthfuls of cereal prove enough to silence the toad’s croak of hunger that'd been gurgling noisily inside your belly, putting the box away.

Traipsing through, feet dragging, you threw your clothes into the washer next along with your underwear, completely nude now in the Munson trailer as you made your way to the shower – but not before reaching out for Eddie's Garfield mug that sat on a nearby shelf, turning it around so that the cartoon cat's lazy smirk no longer faced you. For your modesty.

You try to keep the shower brisk, not wanting to use up all the hot water but with the way it sprays down on your aching body, the steam and heat combo soothing your poor sore muscles, it’s so blissful that you have to keep yourself from nodding off right there.

You did make use of Eddie’s body wash, some spicy, woodsy smelling thing in a jet-black bottle but you didn't dare use the two in one shampoo that sat in their shower caddy. It might have worked fine for Eddie and his wild mane but you knew better than to apply the stuff to your own hair. Fortunately, experience had taught you to carry a travel sized bottle filled with your own shampoo whenever you stayed over, working over your locks in a lather scented with cranberries and vanilla.

Stamina depleting by the second, toweling off and brushing your teeth takes the last sliver of energy out of you. Eyelids slipping, movements sluggish, limbs feeling too heavy for your own body to hold up – you’re shutting down whether you like it or not.

Dropping the damp towel on his bedroom floor, you intended to change, you really did. You’d even picked out one of Eddie’s washed t-shirts and a pair of boxers out of the laundry and set them down at the foot of the bed to put on before you made yourself comfortable but that’s not what happened.

Still nude, you crawl into bed, seeking warmth and soft comfort, numbed down to a kind of tunnel vision with rest being your one and only goal.

It feels all the more natural because you’re used to sleeping naked in your own bed, much too tired to remember that you’re not in your bed, draping a blanket that doesn't belong to you over your spent body, surrendering to sleep seconds after your head hits the pillow.

It'd still been raining when Eddie returns later. Dragging himself through the trailer, nearly as worn down as you had been, shaking the excess water out of his hair like a dog trying to get dry.

The smell of your shampoo still lingering in the air tells him you're there, finding you curled up in his bed, all bundled up to your neck. The sight makes him smile.

It doesn't take too long for him to join you, following a similar routine – a quick bite with the addition of a beer and then a shower, only he doesn't skip out on clothing himself in his PJ's first.

If he’d shared the blanket with you he might have found out about your lack of dress sooner but as the gentleman that he can sometimes be, he pulls out a spare blanket from the closet so as to not wake you, prolonging the discovery. Being friends for so long meant that sharing a bed was never awkward even after you'd became adults.

That was until the next morning came.

It’s not the stream of morning light brightening from a cool blue to a warm amber peeking in between the curtains that wakes Eddie, or even the tinny smack of his neighbor’s broken screen door gusting open just a few feet away from his bedroom window. It’s the warmth of your ass pressed flush against his crotch and his nose nestled in your sweet-smelling hair that pulls him out of a dream he wont be able to recall later if he tried.

He shifts closer, eyes cracking open, remembering the tiny bottle of shampoo sitting on the bathroom counter. Remembering the new toothbrush placed in the cup next to his own. Remembering the powder blue towel that neither he nor Wayne ever used laying on his bedroom floor.

And then he remembers that he’s not alone.

Oh...

And then he wishes that he was.

Panic snaps up like a beartrap around Eddie when he realizes he's hard – his thick, throbbing erection pressed right up against your body.

Growing clammy, cold sweat beads on the back of his neck but he’s in luck because you haven’t noticed yet, still sound asleep.

This close together, he knows the slightest movement could rouse you. But what was the alternative? Wait it out? Hope to hell his boner goes away? Fat fucking chance. Not when the soft swell of your ass and your body heat alone had him questioning how he could ever go back to his calloused fist after this.

Carefully, desperately, he tries to inch back without waking you but just as he feared, you begin to stir. Your back arches instinctively, seeking out his warm, solid frame even in your sleep.

Shit shit shit.

The covers slip as you shift, your bare shoulders coming into view, eyes starting to flutter open. With no other option, Eddie swiftly rolls on to his back, his hard on no longer pressed up against you but the problem persists.

“Oh, morning”, you greet him through a yawn, pulling an arm out to rub at your eyes, blanket slipping lower but the frantic boy hasn’t noticed yet, too busy whipping his pillow out from under him to place over his lap.

“Uh-hey. Shower’s free if you wanna go first”, he offers quickly, smiling hard, hoping to subtly usher you out because he's too afraid to get up and risk you getting a load of the tent in his pants if he were to go ahead of you.

“Thanks”, you yawn again, still occupied with rubbing at your sleepy eyes to notice your best friend's pale face turning beet fucking red in an instant as you clamber out of bed, blankets no longer concealing you.

Eddie doesn’t know where to look first. His eyes dart everywhere, every bare inch of you on display. So much soft, naked skin it’s making him short circuit.

His gaze eagerly travels over the slope of your breasts as they jiggle gently with your movements, taking in your soft nipples, moving down over your belly and hips, noticing a few new freckles and beauty marks there along the way to the soft curls between your legs.

His erection digs into the pillow, brain dangerously close to fizzing because he’d been pressed up against you like that all night and not even known it.

A shiver works its way through you, making you question why it feels so drafty in his room all of a sudden. You turn back to ask Eddie if there’s anything wrong with the heating, catching the shocked expression on his face.

Looking down, you're met with the sight of your nude body, breasts bare, no underwear. It's a good thing the occupants of the trailer park liked to mind their own business, even if sometimes you thought they did so to a fault because in any other neighborhood your piercing screech would have had everyone within earshot dialing up the cops.

The scream ricochets off the walls at an ear ringing volume, causing Eddie to jolt and lose his balance, falling out of bed while you leapt back in. Grabbing his spare pillow, you press one half against your chest and squeeze the rest between your thighs to shield yourself.

Now he slaps his hands over his eyes.

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More than anything, you try so hard to push it aside. To pretend that it hadn't happened but it looms over you like a cloud on the brink of bursting with rain.

After three whole days of walking around eggshells around each other it's Eddie who breaks first.

"I can't stand this I don't know what else to do, Can we just talk about it please?"

“Eddie…", you sigh, a gentle warning.

"So what if I saw you naked? you saw my boner!...sort of. I mean, I guess that doesn't exactly make us even but it has to count for something, right? you're not alone in this"

You immediately set your wide eyes on the only other patrons in the diner to see if they’d overheard – two older women swapping pictures of their grandchildren over coffee and cheesecake. When neither of them take a pause in the middle of cooing about little Tommy's third Birthday or little Emily's first day of Kindergarten you redirect your attention back to Eddie.

“Eddie! Keep your voice down!”, you whisper shout at him from across the booth. "There are literal grandmother's here!"

He rolls his eyes. Not mean spirited, just unconcerned by the ladies and what they may or may not have overheard.

And then, even though no one’s paying either of you any attention, you lean closer over your half-finished key lime pie, one hand shielding the side of your face like you’re trying to avoid getting recognized by an ex who’s just walked in.

"I'm so embarrassed...please can we just drop it?", you plead, voice hushed.

He gives you this look of mild incredulity. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me", and the inflection in his tone almost gives him away, prompting him to double back immediately.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel more uncomfortable than you already do. So he doesn't need you to catch on that he's got every moment of your unintended strip tease memorized. Or that he likes to replay what he's since thought of as the best 10 seconds of his life over and over again when he's fucking his fist in the shower.

“I just mean that it's nothing to be embarrassed by. It could have happened to anyone. Who among us hasn’t napped in just their birthday suit before, am I right?” he finishes with a slight wince, knowing none of this is exactly helpful.

And you know he’s only trying to be nice in his own, sweet, bumbling way but you still feel terrible.

"I don't know if I can shake this feeling", you cast your eyes down, looking too close to despondent for his liking.

"Listen I- I don't know how to fix this but I want to. Please just tell me what I can do and I'll do it, okay?"

God, he's sweet and it makes you feel a little flustered being on the receiving end of that gentle stare, needing to shift the mood lest you drown in all that earnestness pooling in his eyes.

It's moments like this that call for a bad joke to cut the tension, right? some momentary and well meaning deflection before you're ready to address the matter at hand again.

Letting out a half hearted laugh, you make your best attempt to inject some humor into the situation.

"I don't know. Maybe it might help if you got naked too", you nervously scraped your fork against the buttery graham cracker crust of your pie, dislodging a few golden crumbs.

It was so very clearly a joke. At least you had thought so. Eddie? not so much.

His brown eyes go wide, looking scandalized, his voice coming out a little more quite than you're used to.

"What?"

"I mean, I showed you mine after all", you tried again in a cadence that was wholly unserious but once again, he fails to catch on.

"You want me to get naked for you?"

You should correct him and you mean to but before you're able to do just that, something about the way he's staring at you makes you want to match his seriousness. The fact that he didn't say no right away strikes you as weirdly intriguing.

"You don't have to", you clarify, adding, "It's just that – well, you asked and I think it could maybe help? to really get us on even ground?”

The words that come out don't feel like you own – foreign to your ears even though they're said in your voice, with your own lips forming them and your own tongue curling around every syllable.

What the hell am I doing?

Eddie pauses. Seconds drag on like nails on a chalkboard as he taps a ringed finger thoughtfully on the edge of his empty plate smudged with faint traces of cream cheese and lime zest.

"Fine. On one condition", he leans back, arms crossing over his chest, smiling wide and megawatt bright.

Oh my god is this really happening?

“...Yeah?”

"You're going to undress me"

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Part two? who knows. Certainly not I.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader

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astrophileous · 7 months

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Also the thought of Derek holding up readers bump once she’s farther along? The Tik Tok couples who do it and the immediate relief on their partners face is so sweet 😭🖤

wait omg this is actually a rlly cute concept. I'd like to imagine that it was JJ who shared this trick with him and he couldn't wait to test it out as soon as he found out about it askkjdsk

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Derek looked up from the plate of chicken in front of him at the sound of your whimper. It was quiet, but it was the fifth one Derek had heard since you sat down for dinner. You were quick to school your expression after that, smiling at him as if nothing was wrong.

As the clock ticked nearer towards your due date, Derek noticed that your stamina was rapidly decreasing as well. He would hear muffled groans and tiny moans slipping past your lips several times throughout the day, but as soon as he went to ask you what's wrong, you'd put on your perfectly crafted smile and wave him off. Derek made sure to soothe your ache and fatigue in any way you allowed him--feet massages before bed were becoming a routine that he was looking forward to do every single night--but Derek kept thinking that there must be something more he could do.

"Are you finished?" Derek asked as he began stacking all of the dirty dishes together.

"I can do the dishes," you offered.

"Nice try, Bug." Derek made a swift work to grab your empty plate, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead in the process. "I got this. You go rest somewhere, 'aight?"

"That's all I seem to be doing these days," you grumbled. "Resting."

"As you should be."

Once the dishwasher was loaded and started, Derek checked to see if the message he had sent promptly before dinner had been answered. He smiled when he saw the respond that the other person had sent. Exiting the kitchen, Derek put himself in an urgent mission to find you.

"Bug? Sweetheart?"

"In here!"

He followed your voice all the way to the laundry room. "I thought I told you to rest."

"You did."

Derek raised an eyebrow at your answer.

You continued to sort through the laundry as you glanced up at his face. "Do you need something?"

"Yes, actually." Derek moved closer until your whole body was caged between him and the washer. "I wanted to try something."

"Try what?"

He kissed your shoulder. "Do you trust me?"

"Should I?"

He chuckled. "You should."

Derek's hands sneaked around you then, from your waist and all the way to the underside of your belly. He told you to take a deep breath, which you obliged, before he slowly and carefully lifted your bump.

"Oh."

You were practically melting in Derek's arms, with the tension gone in your shoulders and the stiffness dissolved from your back. He watched with a fond smile as a relieved sigh fell from your lips.

"Does that feel good?" Derek asked.

"Very."

Derek laughed at the blissful expression that had taken over your face.

"Where did you even learn about this?"

"I consulted an expert." When your curious eyes searched his, Derek simply said, "JJ."

"Hm. That makes sense."

"I'm gonna let go now, okay?"

As careful as he had been when he lifted your bump, Derek slid his hands out from underneath your belly, kissing your temple when they finally secured themselves on your hips.

"That was amazing. Thank you." You turned around in his arms before wrapping your own around his neck. "You do know that you're obligated to do this for me at least once a day from now on, right?"

Derek's responding grin couldn't be any bigger. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

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shotmrmiller · 4 months

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damn i couldnt help myself. im just being delusional wishing this was me; in the same cbf!johnny and fwb!simon beeecause. unedited.

pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader

tw: menstrual blood and sex

You were at home, curled up in bed dying from menstrual cramps. Your menses had come so unexpectedly that you even had to rain-check your hookup with Simon. A particularly painful throb in your lower stomach has you curling into yourself further, burying under the blankets.

“Bonnie?” Johnny’s voice rings out from your living room. The bedroom door opens and he comes in, placing a plastic bag on your dresser, and quickly taking off his shoes to crawl underneath the blanket with you. “Hey, bonnie. How ye holdin’ on?” and you grunt in response.

“Och, that bad huh?” he loops his arm around your back and pulls you flush to him, rubbing soft circles on your lower tummy. His large warm hand feels so good in contrast to the cramps. “Y’know,” he murmurs, “I ken something that I heard can help alleviate some of yer pain.”

“What is it?” letting out a pained groan. “I’ll take anything.” He slowly lowers his hand down to curl his fingers into the waistband of your pajama shorts. “Ye trust me?” You stiffen at that. Is he really offering to— “Johnny, I—”

“C’mon, hen. When have I ever not taken care of ye? I promise to make it good.” Johnny doesn’t wait for your answer, just kneels in between your legs, taking off your shorts and knickers. “Fuck, I’ll make it so good. Look at this pretty pussy,” he grabs onto your thighs, opening them wider, “Yer a vision, baby. I’ve dreamt of this for so long, ye’ve no idea.” He doesn’t even let you try to stop him from touching you all bloody, he just thumbs your lips before rolling small circles on your clit.

“Can’t believe it took me this long to do this,” he says. His touch is turning the ache in your belly into a burning fire, your limbs tingling. You could feel yourself leak with blood and slick— making your clit slippery, easier for Johnny to bring you to your peak.

“Johnny, oh,” you moan loudly, and he lowers himself to suck on your neck to leave a love bite. “Ye like that?” and you nod jerkily, your nails digging into his arm. “Yer close?” another nod. “C’mon then, cum for me, pretty girl,” and he puts your nipple into his mouth, through your shirt, holding it between his teeth as he uses his tongue to flick it and you break. He pushes you off the peak with a pleasure so delicious, so sharp it stings. You can feel wet gush from in between your legs as you gasp shuddering breaths into his neck, vision going dark at the edges. When you finally stop shaking, you realize that Johnny is already taking himself out of his jeans and nudging your slit.

“Wait, Johnny, I don’t think I can—” and he cuts you off.

“Course ye can, sweet. Ye said ye’ll take anything, no?” and nudges his hips forward, the head of his cock parting your gummy swollen walls, “Then take me.” And he bottoms out.

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Later when you’re stuffed full of his cum and no longer in pain, you come to the realization that you canceled on Simon just to end up getting fucked by your best friend instead. You’re pulled out of your inner ramblings when Johnny’s mouth hungrily finds yours.

“Let’s get you in the shower, eh bonnie?” he says between kisses, “ I’ll take care of the sheets.” With one final tug on your bottom lip, he lets you go, and you get up, stumbling towards your bathroom— milky pink dripping down your legs.

He picks up his phone and toothily grins at the text on his screen.

She’s fuckin delicious, isn’t she?

He taps out his response and gets up to put the bedsheets in the washer.

You know it, L.T.

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starsforselene · 3 months

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Pairing: Bang Chan x afab reader

Rating: explicit MDNI

Contains: fingering (f receiving) oral (f receiving) chatty Chan, masturbation (f) hot roommate walking in on you

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your roommate, Chan so long he’s part of your weekly self love sessions. However, this particular Sunday night, Chan comes home early and overhears you.

Note: it’s just a little self indulgent pointless smut.

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“God damn it,” you mutter between clenched teeth as your head hits your pillow.

You fling the now lifeless vibrator across your room where it lands in your dirty clothes pile; with a sigh you stare at the ceiling, the dull ache between your thighs almost mocking you. It’s Sunday night and normally the only time your roommate, Chan, is gone long enough for you to get some alone time in since he’s got his weekly boy’s night at his best friend’s place. As luck would have it you forgot to charge the damn thing after your last session.

Now, you’re laying in bed, half cocked and out of fun options. You could either suck it up and get ready for bed, or handle things…manually. The thought of facing Monday morning unsatisfied is not ideal so you figure it’s better to take care of things the old school way. Closing your eyes, your hand roams down your stomach towards your center, slipping between your folds to gather the slick that had collected from your earlier ministrations, swirling them around your still-swollen clit. You let out a low moan as pleasure starts to build back up, steady and warm in your core.

It’s not long before images start flooding your mind: long, strong hands roaming over your body; soft lips kissing their way through all of your sensitive spots. You gasp as pleasure thrums through your body; visions of dark hair tickling your thighs as a sly smile peeks up from between your legs. A low moan slips from between your lips along with a muttered name as your fingers circle your clit faster desperately wishing it was his mouth, his hands bringing you closer to edge.

“Fuck, Chan,” you whimper, fingers working your bundle of nerves as you picture his tongue there instead.

Your breath quickens as your release approaches, legs buzzing with pleasure that zig zags its way up to your belly where it coils tight. Chan floods your mind: his long fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his lips suck on your clit—things he’s never actually done but you’ve thought of more than you can count. Your hips buck as you approach your high, sheets slipping off into a heap at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, did you remember to put the stuff—Shit!” Chan closes the door as quickly as he opened it.

“Oh my God! Why didn’t you knock! Jesus, fuck—Chan! What the hell!” You shout as you scramble to cover yourself despite the damage being done. Your heart is thundering in your chest, hands shaking as you wrap the sheets around yourself.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t—I just thought that—“ Chan says from the other side of the door, voice filled with panic.

”You thought, what exactly? That you’d barge into my room?!” you shout back as you get up and walk across the room, opening the door to find him standing there, his back to you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be, uh, busy. I wasn’t sure if you had put the clothes in the dryer or if you needed me to do it.”

“You could’ve just looked in the washer? Why are you even home? I thought tonight was boys night?” you ask the back of his head.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. Boys night was cut short, Han has an early meeting tomorrow. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…anything.”

“Turn around, Chan, I’m covered,” you huff as you lean against the doorway.

He obliges, face and ears red as he looks you directly in the eyes as if he’s willing the rest of you to not exist.

“Did you see anything?”

He swallows hard and you know right away that whatever comes out of his mouth is going to be a lie.

”I didn’t, I promise. I was in and out so fast I didn’t really see much.”

“Much or anything?”

“I didn’t see a lot…I promise. It was more what I—nothing.”

“Chan,” you say as he’s looking at the floorboards like they’re fascinating works of art. “It was more than what?”

“What I heard,” he admits, glancing up at you. “Or what I thought I heard! Maybe I misheard you or I made it up or something. Listen, I’m sorry. I’ll just go and we can forget this happened.”

He makes to leave but doesn’t, like he’s got something else to say. Your heart is hammering in your chest along with a thousand thoughts running through your mind.

“Just tell me. I don’t feel like tip toeing around this for days. It’s embarrassing enough you walked in on me masturbating. I don’t want a repeat of the time I caught you in the same position last year. We skirted around each other for weeks, it was beyond tedious.” The memory of that night fueled many Sunday sessions for you but he doesn’t need to know that.

Chan sighs in defeat and runs a hand through his hair as he glances up at you.

”I heard you moaning my name before I came in. At least I thought I did,” he says in a rush.

Your stomach drops down to your feet, heat rushing up your neck and into your face. Curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself looking at Chan to gauge his reaction. He doesn’t look utterly disgusted, which takes you by surprise. Instead, he meets your gaze with his own, eyes darker than they were a minute ago, the connection sending heat through you. Your breath catches in your throat as you slowly realize that Chan looks the opposite of disgusted.

“Oh. Umm, well…”

“So did you?” he asks, eyes on yours still, slowly peeling away your resolve.

”I might…have…”

The air shifts between you like your admittance has opened a door that barely had hinges to begin with. Chan’s eyes alight with something you can’t quite place but it makes your core throb all the same.

“Why?”

The question catches you off guard and you straighten out of your haze.

“Why what?”

“Why were you moaning my name while you were touching yourself?” he asks as if he’s asking whether you want to make dinner or have take out.

You stare at him, unsure whether he actually wants an answer. He’s watching your face, almost like he wants to make sure he isn’t crossing any lines but also like he’s wanting to see if those lines can be erased instead. Your crush on your roommate is something you barely even acknowledge to yourself but right now, with the way he’s looking at you, it’s hard to think about much else other than your go-to fantasies of him and how they might become reality.

“I-uh-I- was thinking of you,” you say and immediately regret. Shit, why did you just—

“Do you think of me a lot when you do that?”

“Chan, I-“

”I think of you. I think of you a lot, actually,” he says quietly.

Your eyes meet again and that heat flares. You suck in a breath and sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. He looks less embarrassed than earlier, that line fully crossed now. He walks into the room and sits beside you, the heat from his body permeating through you.

“You…think of me?” you mutter as you fidget with the edge of the sheet, incredibly aware of how naked you are underneath.

Chan takes a deep breath, exhaling it slowly.

“Yeah, I do. Have for a while.”

A thrill runs down your spine, that familiar heat pulsating in your center. Chan thinks of you when he’s—you take a breath to push the thoughts away.

“I like that you think of me like that,” he adds softly.

You look back up at him and find molten fire in his eyes. It matches the fire burning inside you.

”What do you think of when you think of me?” The words escape you before you can even think of stopping yourself.

Chan smirks, like he knows he’s got you, turning to face you as his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. Your pulse quickens along with your breathing but you immediately want more. His thumb grazes your cheek, he leans in but stops short, as if waiting for you. All thoughts of hesitation leave you, a quick nod is all it takes before he’s bridging the gap between you. His lips are soft, tentative—at least until you kiss him back.

The moment the switch flips is almost tangible. Every glance, every accidental touch, every single time you thought of Chan in ways that you shouldn’t culminate in this moment where his lips are on yours and all you can think is more. You deepen the kiss with a moan, dizzy with this new feeling of having Chan’s lips on yours. His tongue explores your willing mouth, his hands moving down your arms and grabbing around your waist to pull you closer. You groan, his touch igniting small fires in its wake that burn brighter the more he touches you. His lips leave yours with no warning, breaking the kiss; it’s a bucket of ice water over you.

”Do you really wanna know what I think about?” he asks between panted breaths.

God, yes, you almost say but hesitate. You squeeze your thighs together to find reprieve for the ache that robs you of self control. His eyes never leave yours, pupils blown wide as he waits for your answer. The nagging curiosity wins over any doubt that might try and dissuade you; you need to know.

“Yeah, I do,” you whisper.

“Can I show you?”

You’re nodding before you can stop to think about it; all you know is that now that he’s touched you there’s no going back. Chan leans in, electricity sparking between your bodies the closer he gets, and he kisses you softly. His lips move slowly down your cheek, featherlight kisses that travel down your jaw towards your ear where he hovers, breath fanning over the soft shell of your ear.

“Lay back on the bed for me. Make sure you take that sheet off.”

Arousal rushes out of you at his words, a small whimper is your only response as you stand up and gingerly remove the sheet from around your body, exposing yourself to his hungry eyes. He takes in your naked form greedily, tongue darting out to wet his plush lips, an obvious bulge in his pants that makes you clench around nothing as you settle on the bed for him.

Chan stands at the end of the bed and looks at you, at first it’s full of desire but something clouds it. Your furrow your brow, panic rising in your chest. Maybe he’s changed his mind? Maybe it got weird? You know it should feel weird to you but it doesn’t, you’ve had feelings for Chan for far too long but maybe he doesn’t feel the same way? You reach for a blanket to cover up when he sighs.

”Are you having second thoughts? We can stop, you know. I understand if it’s weird,” he says.

Your chest feels light again, at least you’re on the same page—kind of.

”I’m not! I was worried you were having second thoughts—that maybe you didn’t like me like this and just got caught up or something.”

Chan chuckles and kneels on the bed between your legs, running his hands up your legs and settling them on your thighs, making you shiver. He licks his lips as his eyes roam down your body and settle on your face.

“I promise you that I’ve been fantasizing about this for far too long to have second thoughts,” he drawls with a half smile. He lifts your leg and slowly kisses his way up to your knee while his other hand spreads your leg to open you up for him. His eyes are obsidian, his want for you almost palpable. “Watch me baby, hmm?”

A pathetic whimper is all the response you can provide, body covered in goosebumps of anticipation as you watch Chan lower himself between your legs. He takes his time; kissing and caressing your thighs, slowly coming closer to the pulsating heat at your center. He bites and sucks the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs and you gasp, fingers digging into the sheets when he quickly licks the pain away.

You feel the smirk against your skin as you hear his deep chuckle, it’s enough to make you dizzy with need. You’re about to beg for relief when he licks a broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit, moaning when he finally tastes you.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out, shuddering as pleasure rocks through you, hands gripping his hair to keep yourself grounded.

Chan groans against you, tongue circling your clit just enough to make your hips buck up against his face; a silent, desperate plea for more. He doesn’t seem to take, taking his time licking and tasting every last bit of you, making his way back towards your entrance to dive his tongue inside enough to prolong the sweet torture only to stop and taste his way back up towards your throbbing clit. He licks and sucks on your clit until you’re a whiny, quivering mess; every nerve in your body buzzing with pleasure and desire.

“Chan,” you whimper between panted breaths as you lift your head to look at him.

You’re not sure what it is you’re asking for at this point but his dark eyes look up at you with molten desire in them as he smirks.

“I got you,” he purrs as he slowly inserts two fingers into your heat.

The deliciously slow stretch takes your breath away, your head falls back against the pillow as pleasure warms its way through your veins. How he knew what you needed before you did adds to the building tightness in your belly. He hums in approval as his fingers press against the sensitive spot inside you that makes you gasp and clench around his fingers, taking his time stroking it. You writhe on the mattress, Chan’s name falling from your lips with each pump of his fingers in and out of you, stars exploding behind your eyes with every drag of his fingers against your walls.

The heat builds in your belly, coiling tighter and tighter, making your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. Chan’s soft voice brings you even closer to the edge with each half moaned encouragement like he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. He presses his thumb against your bundle of nerves and the room spins, pleasure radiating through you and tears spring to your eyes; it’s too much but not enough.

“P-please, Chan,” you plead, voice barely a whisper, body wound tight.

He groans in response, fingers working you faster as his thumb flicks your clit. It doesn’t take much until the coil inside you breaks and you’re lost to the overwhelming release that crashes over you. Chan moans along with you, sending shocks of pleasure through you as he coaxes you through your high.

“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he chuckles darkly as he kisses your inner thigh.

A shiver runs down your spine as you start coming down, everything covered in a sweet haze that envelops you.

“That was…really something,” you breathe, covering your face with your hands.

“Better than what I imagined,” he responds as he kisses his way up your body until he’s settled between your legs.

He caresses your sensitive skin while placing soft kisses over your cheeks and eyelids, sweet nothings about how long he’s wanted you peppered in between.

“What now?” you whisper, a beat of uncertainty panging in your chest.

“We can figure that out in the morning. I’m tired,” Chan replies gruffly.

You giggle and roll your eyes, a smile settling on your lips. You’d argue but you’re tired and satisfied and his arms are way too inviting; you’re not too concerned with whatever comes next.

Knowing him, it’ll be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

#Bang Chan imagine #Bang Chan smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #skz smut #skz imagines #fic

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imagine perv! Konig I’m gonna cum and die at the same time😀🪦

Me too hun me too!! So here’s some headcannons!!

(I just wrote what my brain was craving hehehhe)

TW: könig is a meanie but a perv here :((!!

Perv! König loves to watch you shower. He’ll walk in just to say “sorry i walked into the wrong room”.

Perv! König knows that he’s your roommate and he can take advantage to that. He plays porn out loud knowing you can hear so you can get all hot and bothered.

Perv! König definitely would ask to take you shopping and thanking the gods for you randomly losing your underwear and bra’s (he’s taking them) and he can only lead you to go pantie and bra shopping.

Perv! König walks around the house only wearing tight boxers that hugs his cock like a glove. His cock almost looking like it wants to be freed, you can see the base poking out the boxer hole.

Perv! König can see your panties poking out under your sleeping shorts, as your bending down to put clothes in the washer he walks up to you and smacks your ass lightly while saying “goodmorning Engel.”

Perv! König always watches you like a hawk when you’re gonna go out. He always asks you questions like an overprotective father.

“Where are you going?”

“With who?”

“Engel you sure you wanna go? Why don’t we stay home and watch movies hm?”

Eventually he knows you’ll skip your next date and cave in.

Perv! Köing invites ghost and soap over just to talk and catch up with them. He tells you to wear a cute sundress for all of them. When you come out to serve them a drink they immediately smile and laugh at each other.

“I see you könig. Inviting this cute girl over to give us drinks.” Ghost says with his thick British accent lingering.

“That’s my roommate asshole.” König argues back.

“Even better that you got her walking around here all the time.” Soap adds.

Perv! König has your panties under his pillow. He jerks his cock to you while sniffing your panties dreaming and fantasizing about you on your knees innocently sucking his cock, looking up at him with doe-like eyes, all cockdrunk and slurring your words.

Perv! König watches pornstars that almost look exactly like you and groans when he sees the woman on screen cumming.

Perv! König was about to leave but before he left you mumble out..

“M’ gonna miss you könig”

He suddenly loses his breath and feels his thick cock hardened against his cargo pants. When you hug him he can feel your cunt press up against him unknowingly. His breath gets caught in his throat. He can feel your plump breasts rest against his chest.

Perv! König sometimes imagine you pregnant. Your tits swelled up with milk, your belly creating a slight bulge, your hips starting to widen and your hormones begin to rise. He imagines what it would be like if you cooked a warm meal for him and already on your knees ready to suck his cock when he comes home.

Perv! König get’s hard at Imagining your puffy cunt clenching around nothing as his warm sperm leak out of your cunt.

König might be a perv but he’s ur perv <3.

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jungle-angel · 5 months

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Gently Falls The Snow (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob share an intimate little moment when everybody has gone to bed and the house falls quiet

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @nobody7102 @sebsxphia

You had just finished cleaning up the last of the dishes and had run the tablecloth and napkins down to the basement to be put in the washer. The entire house had gone completely quiet with everybody having adjourned upstairs, the house still smelling heavily of Thanksgiving dinner and everyone full from the savory feast that had taken you and Bob at least three days to prepare.

You shut the lights off in the kitchen and blew out the candles on the dining room table, the cooking and casserole pans having been washed and neatly stacked while the dishes and silverware were being run through the dishwasher. Lady, your curly haired cocker spaniel, wove her way between your feet until you shooed her into the living room.

"Bob are you still awake?" you whispered.

Bob looked up at you, his features appearing much softer in the dim glow of the little switch-on candles that had been set up in the windows. His deep blue eyes appeared almost black, yet they gazed at you with a look of pure love and affection as he drew you into his lap.

"Look out the window," he whispered back.

You turned your gaze to the window in front of the recliner to find that it was snowing, heavy and hard, the ground already having accumulated a thick, fluffy coating of white, illuminated by the eerie glow of the streetlamps outside.

"Oh Bob it's so pretty," you murmured.

Bob placed a few gentle pecks on your cheeks, making you giggle. "And so aren't you Mrs. Floyd."

You settled into his lap, the both of you warm under the plush throw blanket that his older brother's wife had gotten you for a wedding gift. It was absolute heaven, being in your cozy home with the man you loved most.

"Dinner came out perfect, by the way," Bob mumbled, pressing his lips against your forehead.

"Mmmm, guess your dad's method of brining the turkey the night before really helped," you chuckled softly.

Bob yawned, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes drifted shut every so often from his belly being so full from dinner, but you couldn't help but admire the peaceful look on his face, even as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"You ready for Christmas soon?" you whispered.

"Hell no," he mumbled.

You both laughed a little as Lady settled into her bed near the chair, you and Bob drifting off into a deep sleep as the snow fell outside, your soft snoring being the only thing to break the quiet in your home. It was these times of year when you felt close as ever in the place you called home.

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90s-2000s-barbie · 1 year

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Biglots, December 13, 2005

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alphabetskunk · 1 year

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#kidcore #nostalgia #nostalgic #2000s #90s #throwback #yu gi oh #belly washers

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quickiesgirl · 1 year

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I wanted to send you another request cause the last one you did was so good!

Plus size! Reader x Perv! Eddie

It’s laundry day, While doing you and your best friends laundry you are jamming to Holy Diver rocking out in nothing but a bra and panties. Eddie walks into the laundry room and catches you diving into the washer and he can’t help himself.

Thank you for sending another request and being patient with me these past few months. You are such a sweetheart. I’ve been on hiatus and haven’t written in a while, so forgive me if it’s not that great.

Laundry Day - Eddie Munson

Paring: Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Mild Drug Use, Dom/Sub, Perv!Eddie, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Friends to Lovers, Reader and Eddie Are Very Horny For Each Other.

Your hips sway back and forth in your favorite high-waist panties, dancing to Dio's "Holy Diver" as it played from the next room. You take a hit off the lit cannabis cigarette hanging loosely between your lips before setting it aside on the ashtray and stepping into the laundry room.

It was finally laundry day, and after a long, stressful week, all you needed was a good joint and some of your favorite rock albums to give you the motivation to get some chores completed around the apartment.

The sweet sound of your voice singing along to the lyrics caught your roommate’s attention as he made his way over, finding you in such a vulnerable position.

You pressed against the large washing machine and bent over with that pretty ass on full display, only wearing your undergarments while your other clothes were in the wash.

“Need any help?” Eddie asked in a low and husky tone as all the blood in his body rushed straight to the head of his cock. He couldn’t help himself, admiring every inch of your body, especially the outline of your sweet pussy through the thin material of your panties, taking a mental picture of the sight for later.

You wedge your bottom lip between your teeth and extend your arm out, standing on the tips of your toes, diving to reach the last bit of clothing stuck at the bottom.

You feel those hungry eyes burning holes into the back of you, giving you the courage to teasingly wiggle your ass.

“Nope, all good, Eddie-pie.” You hum innocently, feeling an arm suddenly snake around your stomach, and close the space between you with his warmth.

A shiver expels through your body from his touch as your roommate holds you from behind, hands smooth with calloused fingertips against your skin, his thumb grazing back and forth just above your belly button.

The weed had decided to affect you in other ways, making your cunt starved and achy like never before. It was more difficult to keep yourself together while his hands were on your body.

Those cute, cotton panties were the only thing keeping the mess of arousal from leaking down your inner thighs.

“You sure about that, sweetheart?”

Fuck, you loved when he calls you that.

“Mhmm, I’m okay.” You hum lightly, attempting to focus on the clothes you were pulling out and tossing into the front-load dryer instead of those hands now caressing your lower hips.

Your mouth lowers, letting out a small gasp from the feel of your clitoris pulsating between your neglected pussy lips, earning a smirk across his face, knowing how badly you wanted it.

“Seems like you could use a break,” Eddie spoke with a heavy tone, paying attention to how you gulped as he inched closer, “and I’ll help with anything you desire, any needs that must be met... I’m here, baby.”

You breathily whimper from his words filling your ears. He was familiar with those sounds of pleasure, especially on the nights when he’d listen to you behind these paper-thin walls, stroking his sensitive cock, wishing he was there to help you.

“You like that, hm, pretty girl?” He coos, listening to soft, incoherent mumbles escape your mouth. “Use your words, baby.”

“T-touch me, Eddie.” You begged pathetically, ass backing into his crotch, making him chuckle deviously, witnessing a sight he’s yearned for years. He was a perv, and every chance he got, he was picturing you in every situation, all positions.

Especially how he wanted to fuck you from behind with that pretty ass sticking out. Hands holding your love handles and forcing you back on his length till you are practically raw.

Seducing his best friend might have been wrong, but you both knew these feelings and deep longing desires needed to be addressed sometime soon. Hell, everyone believes you’ve been secretly fucking anyway.

Eddie peels your soaked panties aside with his ring finger and glides two digits through your sticky, swollen folds. The tips of his fingers slid down with ease, reaching your practically dripping entrance.

You moan softly as his fingers, covered in arousal, follow up and brush gently against your fluttering bud. His warm breath fans the back of your neck and applies gentle kisses, watching you melt back into his body from the sensitivity. Powerful, yet so pleasing.

“Mind if I take this off?” He questioned after a few seconds, pushing a finger between the thick lace of your bra and subtle skin as you gave a consenting nod. The clips suddenly unhook, and the straps slide down your arms.

Your tits spill out of the restraining cups and into his hands, taking time to admire the feel of your beautiful breasts. His cock begins to twitch in his tight jeans, listening to you let out a needy moan while your body melts like putty in the palm of his hands.

And before you knew it, your underwear was peeled away, completely exposing yourself to your best friend, Eddie Munson, something you secretly yearned to do throughout this entire friendship.

“Sure you want this, baby?”

You glanced back, gaze latching onto his with wide and intimate eyes, desperation in your voice. “I w-want you, Ed’s. I wanna feel you- f-fuck me from behind~” Those words were so fucking sexy as they left your mouth.

Eddie’s grip released from you, beginning to undo his worn-out belt. You impatiently squeeze your thighs together and apply some pressure on your swollen clit.

Mind racing with the image of your roommate as he pushes his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs, and the sound of his heavy erection slapping him in the stomach rings through the room.

He wraps an eager hand around the base of his dick and glides it between your puffy folds, feeling your warm arousal cling to his throbbing member, used as the perfect lube.

You swallow thickly, feeling his cock, thick and lengthy. It only made you needier, unable to control your hips while you back further against it, feeling a light slap be given to your greedy cunt with his cock before the girthy, mushroom-tip lines to your wet cunt.

“Look back at me, baby… I wanna see your pretty face as I slide inside this perfect pussy.”

You listen to the instructions and look over your shoulder, gazing directly into those intoxicating eyes while he pushes through your entrance. “Ooh, fuck.”

Your mouth lowers into a drawn-out sigh, eyes broadening with complete lust. The sight could’ve made the man cum right then and there.

Your brows knit together, and your back arches into the cold, metal appliance, feeling your stretching cunt flutter with every inch. Sparking an intense fire in your stomach. Eddie pulled out and gently thrust forward, moving with the pace of the music as his cock massages your inner walls, watching how you react, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort, though your body showed complete pleasure.

“Holy shit, you’re so, so wet and tight. You f-feel incredible, baby, just like I imagined.”

His hands squeeze the softness of your waist and hips. Balls swinging with every deep stroke, slapping your swollen clit. His leaking tip strikes your a-spot, sending an intense rush of ecstasy to shoot through your body, pushing you closer to the edge as his pace becomes more relentless. You can barely come up with words of your own, only whimpers and whines.

His pervy gaze took an interest in your ass that jiggled against his thighs and how his cock glistened with your sweet arousal, working in and out of your tight hole.

Loud, pornographic moans and slapping skin filled the little laundry room as the music outside completely faded out for you, too focused on your best friend of more than five years fucking you into the washing machine.

Your hands clutched the appliance, attempting to steady your shaking legs beneath you while your orgasm crept closer and closer, and the coil tightened in your stomach.

“Mhmm~ eddie!.. Please-please don’t stop. I’m g-gonna cum!”

“That's it, baby… Come for me, cum all over my thick cock,” Eddie says, his strumming hand snakes forward, down past your mound, and uses his finger pads to rub away at your neglected clitoris. His hips continued to thrust faster than before. He would’ve made you go longer, but he didn’t think he could wait with the hot cum raising up the crown of his cock.

Your head became a haze, lost in the sensation of your orgasm that washed over you, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your inner walls clenching and spasming while milky cum gushes across his thickness.

“hmm yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. Such’a good fucking girl,” Eddie speaks between low growls, losing self-control as he fucks you through your orgasm before pulling out, barely pumping his twitching member till strings of his ropey cum shoots out across your lower back and drips down your ass.

His head slumps into your shoulder, and his arms slide around you. An adoring smile spreads across your dazed face, feeling lazy kisses applied to your inner neck, sweet nothings whispered into your ear as his semi-hard dick buries between the warmth of your ass cheeks.

Eddie reaches over to grab the clean, folded towel off the top of the dryer and wipes away his little mess before clenching the fabric material in his fist and tossing it aside into the laundry basket.

“Thanks…” You turn on the tips of your toes, knees still a little unsteady, and watch him slip his tattered jeans back up, looking upon the naked woman standing before him, immediately attaching his hands to the sides of your hips, tugging at you closer.

You nibble lustfully on your bottom lip and glance between his captivating eyes and soft-looking lips. Your hands raise beneath his signature Hellfire shirt, and your fingers begin tracing small, delicate circles against his subtle skin. “So, what do we do from here?”

“I say… We go cuddle on the couch and start planning some date ideas. See where the night takes us?” Your roommate suggests shyly. He really wanted to take you out. It doesn't matter what you had planned or where, as long as he was with you, he was a happy man.

“I’d love that, Ed’s.” You mutter softly, placing a single finger on the bottom of his chin and moving in closely, “But, we have to wait til the clothes are dried, or we’ll have nothing to wear.”

The man smirks mischievously, his ogling eyes flickering over your beautiful body and tongue darting over his bottom lip sensually. “Think I’d prefer it that way.”

You gasp and give a gentle slap to his chest, trying to hide the flustered smile across your face as a devilish chuckle expelled from his throat.

“You're such a perv... ” You tease, squeezing the collar of his shirt and finally colliding his mouth with yours while you push the two of you of out the laundry room.

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It’s oh so quiet

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

Summary: you are in a bad relationship, and you just want to be with Jake.

Warnings: angst (?), but fluffy end. cursing. cheating/unfaithfulness. poor relationship.

notes: its technically jake seresin x reader/bradley bradshaw x reader, but barely

Sorry i’ve been so awol. there has just been a lot going on

Words: 1668

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"Did you know the sheets pilled?"

There's an oblong table in your kitchen. Large. Out of place in the cramped space. He sits at one end, you at the other. The distance between you is enough to keep one another well out of reach, but you're used to it. With your hands in your lap, you stare at the outside of the flimsy newsprint in his grip that obscures most of his face.

"What?" He asks, taking a sip of coffee. He doesn't bother to flick the corner of the page down to meet your eye.

"The bedsheets,” you pick at your thumbnail, “they pilled. From the washer." Cheap things. So thin you can see the label of your mattress through the fabric. That they're not littered with holes is a miracle. “That’s why it feels like someone dumped a bucket of cracker crumbs in the bed.”

"Oh," he pauses, maintaining his full attention on the article. You know he didn’t bother to fully absorb your words before opening his mouth. His stupid mouth. "I hadn't noticed."

Of course not, you think. He sleeps soundly. Thoroughly. He sleeps like a cradled cat with a belly full of milk. Always waking perfectly rested; yesterday’s troubles as thick and potent in his mind as a cup of watered-down coffee is on his tongue. His side of the bed might as well be silky soft, smooth. You wouldn’t know. You haven’t spent much time there in a while. Meanwhile, your side is filled with little balls of hardened fabric that scrape their way into the uppermost layer of your skin. As irritating as kneeling on a pile of uncooked grits or chipped pieces of rock.

You don’t sleep anymore. You can’t blame the sheets. You think of him. The other him. The him whose face is tattooed on the inside of your eyelids. Ever present. Following you with each blink—each attempt at rest.

“Are you going to leave him?”

Your hand runs softly down the side of his face, skimming across the light blond scruff coating his jaw. “Is that what you want?”

He grabs your hand from his face. Kisses your palm. “You know it is.”

The man before you doesn’t speak—he reads. He doesn’t look up. You’re not there; not to him. The room is once again silent—silence in its rawest form. We have silent sex, you suddenly think. Well, had silent sex. You don’t touch him anymore and he doesn’t try to touch you. He knows better; knows you prefer those touches to come from another’s fingers; he just doesn’t know whose. He doesn’t ask.

It’s so heavy, this silence. Thick. Hard to penetrate. It’s different here, in this space. Uncomfortable and achy and soon it will morph into pure pain—it always does. It makes you miss the noise. The days you used to fight. The screams and the curses and that time the walls shook when his fist pummeled through the plaster. Without the noise, this silence is a murderous little thing. It seeps into your pores, nestles under your skin, and slowly eats away at your insides until you feel ugly and rotten, like a festering wound. Something to be cut out and discarded.

It’s not like that with him. With him, silence is easy; it’s peace. It turns your brain into cotton candy clouds. You’re free to not have to think. You’re free to breathe. You like breathing. It’s oddly pleasant. Even more so when you’re laying beside him while his fingers sift through the stands of your hair.

“I love you,” he says.

“I know—I love you, too.”

“Then when do I get to clear out half of my closet?”

You raise a brow. “Get to?”

He only smiles and tugs your body closer to his. “I want to have you here. I'm ready for you to be mine. Only mine."

You are ready, too. So, so ready. Each moment of acting otherwise seems to age you. Like nature looks upon you every day, shaking its head in disappointment, and decides that if you’re going to waste your time being miserable when you could be happy, then you don’t get to keep your youth. You’re wasting it and you don’t deserve such a gift.

You understand nature’s irritation. You hadn’t been too thrilled with yourself, either. But then last weekend happened.

For the first time, you hadn't left his place to shuffle your way back to your apartment. You woke up in a bed other than your own and when you opened your eyes, you flipped over to be met with the peaceful face of the man you loved—asleep, and yet awake enough to subconsciously wrap his arm tighter around your waist and nuzzle his face into your hair. You knew in a half-second that that was where you belonged. With him. In his arms, his bed, his heart. Your life is meant to be by his side. It's just a matter of speaking it aloud to more than yourself.

Your eyes penetrate through the paper. You can practically see his face; emotionless, dull, the entirety of him unmoved by your presence.

“It’s Jake,” you finally say, your voice powerful, slicing through the air. You take a breath. "It's been Jake."

He still doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything. You start to think you’ve reached a whole new level of insignificance to him. But then he folds the newspaper and lays it flat atop the table. He looks up at you—stares straight into your soul.

“It was that girl from the bar,” he says.

It doesn’t hurt. Not one bit. You don’t feel anything in your body at the thought of his limbs entangled with another woman's. Your heart doesn’t crack, your head doesn’t ache, your fingers don’t tremble. It’s nothingness. There’s nothing.

You only nod in response, but truthfully you don’t know which girl he is talking about. There were many options. Women fling themselves at him whenever you go out, and he lets them. His voice is a beacon from the moment he sits himself down on that piano bench. A beacon to all women but you. With his eyes on them, yours are always on Jake, standing on the other side of the bar, his hand outstretched for you to take and sneak off somewhere more private.

He shakes his head as he crosses his arms and fully leans back in the chair. His snort is a puff of air. “He’s always talking about you,” he says. “Drags your name into every damn conversation.”

You hold back the smile his words beg to spread across your face. But his own meaning is clear. I should’ve known. It was so obvious. It was right in front of me the whole time.

You agree. It was right there, in plain sight, from the moment it started. He just never cared enough to bother seeing. Neither did you care to notice how easily he fell into arms that were not your own.

“No one else to pick but my teammate?” he asks.

You shrug. “Why did you pick the girl you did?”

“She was there and she wanted me.”

"Jake was there and he wanted me," you say. “And I fell in love with him.” To say the least. Jake Seresin hit you like an avalanche; showing you all the things you didn't know you could have. All the things that completely and simultaneously swell your heart and set your body aflame.

"Well." Fingers run through his brown locks. “Are you leaving or am I?”

“I am. At the end of the week.”

He scoffs, but there’s a hint of a dry laugh buried beneath it. “All planned out and everything, huh?”

You can practically taste the bitterness on his tongue. You know it all too well from past kisses. It's his pride this time, though, that has been damaged. You feel an ounce of regret for that. Hurting him is not your intention. It never was. But anything he feels now is not a wound to the heart. It's been quite some time since you could have had that power.

“When was the last time we were good for one another, Bradley? When was the last time you looked at me and could truly say you loved me?”

He's quiet, yet again. This time appearing to think on your question. Perhaps he believes it's for your benefit to not seem so terribly obvious in already knowing the answer. But he’s not alone. You've both known the answer for far too long.

“I don’t know," he says.

You nod. "Neither do I.”

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He's leaning against the back of his truck; muscled body clad in jeans and a black t-shirt, the short sleeves straining from the thickness of his biceps. He hasn't noticed you yet and you let yourself stare at him—taking him in, absorbing him the way his skin absorbs the summer sun.

Then you smile wide and run to him from the entrance of your apartment building. He notices you just in time to catch you in his arms, spinning you around once before setting you on your feet.

"Hi," you say.

He shakes his head with a smile that mirrors your own, and then he kisses you. A soft press of his lips to yours, but it's enough to burst tingles throughout your body, reaching down to your toes and to the tips of your fingers that are weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Hi, baby," he whispers between the narrow space separating your lips when you break the kiss. "I missed you."

A chuckle escapes your mouth as he sighs and rests his forehead against yours. His arms tighten around you, as if holding you loosely would give you the freedom to evaporate from his grasp. But you never will. Not by your own choice. "I don't think you'll be saying that for a while, Jake."

"Good." He gives you another long kiss. "Let's go get your stuff."

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atinywriter · 8 months

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maintenance of the heart

[ song mingi x reader ] [ handyman!mingi ] [ tenant!reader ] [fluff/angst]

[ wordcount: 12.6k]

[ warnings: toxic relationship, cheating, angst]

[unedited]

The steam was billowing around you in your relaxing mid morning shower when you hear your dog barking from the front room. Startled, soap from your face wash ran down into your eyes, making you cringe and your eyes sting. Your dog Petunia didn’t have a tendency to bark often, but to be fair you had new neighbors move in on the weekend and she was still getting used to their noises. Still, you didn’t want to be that person with a noisy dog, so you finished up what you were doing in the shower and wrung your hair out over the bathtub. Gripping onto your fluffy pink towel, you dry off quickly and wrap it around your body. Opening the door to the bathroom, you head down the thin straight hallway, heading to the front room where you knew Petunia would be. Turning the corner, a small yelp leaving your mouth at the sight of a large man crouched next to Petunia, giving her a belly rub. At the sound of your voice, his head shoots up and his eyes widen comically at taking in the sight of you in your fluffy pink towel. He’s quick to get to his feet and turn around, one hand covering his eyes and the other holding a clipboard horizontally.

“Who are you,” you say in a sharp tone, muscles tensed and ready to dash into the kitchen and potentially grab a knife if necessary.

“I’m here for the maintenance request put in the other day. I was told no one would be home, I even knocked and waited for a moment,” He said, still turned away from you out of respect.

“Who put in the request?” You asked, knowing it could only be one other person that would’ve put it in but still wanting the clarification.

“A Lee Seo-Jun,” the man replied.

“Ayesh, that moron,” you say under your breathe while rubbing your eyes. “Go ahead and do whatever you need to do. I’ll be out if a few minutes if you need anything. C’mon, Tuna,” you say and Petunia follows you down the hallway into your bedroom.

Your boyfriend of almost 3 years had been becoming more and more inconsiderate lately, and this just added a bit of fuel to your fire. You had done everything to be the gentle diligent housewife figure who at the same time made enough money to cover the bills so he could use whatever money he made at his job to “treat himself” over and over and over. Everything was in your name, you paid all the bills and then some. He had come into your life through a mutual friend, figured out how naive you were and manipulated you enough to not realize until three years later he was nothing but a leech. You barely saw him anymore, he was always “traveling for work” or “working long hours at the office”. You had your suspicions, but you were never one to want contention in your relationship so you swept every inconvenience under the rug. Roughly pulling on the clothes you had planned out, you brush through your hair and do your skincare quickly, not really wanting to leave a maintenance man unsupervised in your apartment.

Petunia was following next to you until reaching the kitchen, then bounded over to the man crouched into your empty dishwasher that has sat unused for months. You tended to do your dishes by hand, as the one time Seo-Jun had attempted to do them months ago he broke the dishwasher. Since then you had been hand washing his dishes as well, until you put your foot down on doing his dishes about a week ago. He must already be tired of doing the bare minimum, hence why he put in the request.

“What’s your name,” you ask the stranger inside your dishwasher. He jumps slightly and hits his head on the top of the washer before pulling out of it and turning to you. He pulls his arm up to rub the back of his head while looking up to make eye contact with you.

god. fucking. damn.

Your mind blanks as his dark eyes stare into yours. Normally when you’d think of a maintenance man you’d think of an older man who loved to smoke with poor eating habits. The man in front of you was clearly not like anything you’d expected. His dirty blonde hair was peeking out from the bottom of his worn ball cap, brushing up on the back of his neck. His tanned skin was slightly shiny as it was warm and humid outside, and you were trying to prolong as long as you could before turning the air on to keep the bills lower. His hand was still rubbing the back of his head, his bicep stretching the sleeve of his black cotton tee shirt. He drops his hand to pet Petunia on the head, who had taken up residence on the cold tile of the kitchen.

“My name is Song Mingi,” he says gently, “and seriously I’m really sorry again. I promise I’ll finish up quick and be out of your hair as soon as possible.” He takes his ball cap off for a moment, running his hand through his hair before replacing the hat back on his head- backwards this time.

please let my brain start working anytime now

Your thoughts never have a filter, but you sure wish they did. Moving your brain’s focus away from the sight of his hands and thick thighs straining against his cargo pants, you pull out a water bottle from your fridge and hand it over to him. He thanks you and opens it to take a drink. Watching him, you see a few water droplets rolling down his neck. You watch him, almost mesmerized, before balling your hand up into a fist and sitting at the breakfast bar across from him.

just because you haven’t been laid in ages doesn’t mean you should be wantonly staring at this random man in your kitchen. get it together!! Your brain yells at you.

“Have you lived here for a while,” Mingi asks you with his head still inside your dishwasher, fixing whatever needs to be fixed.

“It’s been about three years now I think. Have you worked here for long?”

“I started here a few months ago. Apparently there were some wild accusations against the last maintenance guy, so once he was fired they hired me pretty quickly,” Mingi replied to you.

“Oh my god yeah, I remember him! He was so creepy, gave off the weirdest vibes,” you responded, thinking back on the weird older man.

“Okay, I think I’m all finished up with this. Looks like it was just some loose bolts, it should work now. Let’s test it out really quick,” He says while standing to his full height and closing up the door of the dishwasher. He was so tall that your view was blocked by his broad shoulders. He turns the dial and starts up the dishwasher, letting it run for a moment before opening it back up to ensure that the water was flowing. It looked to be back in working order!

“Thank you for your help, it will be nice to stop hand washing all my dishes,” you smile and thank Mingi as you walk him to the door, Petunia following at his ankles asking for more pets.

“I’m really sorry again,” Mingi says while turning to looking at you, his cheeks a soft pink.

“Honestly, don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault, it’s Seo-Jun’s,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. He gives you a soft smile before giving Petunia some pets.

“Bye, little pup, it was nice to meet you,” Mingi directs at Petunia before addressing you, “Let me know if you need anything! I live on site in apartment 1117 if there’s ever an emergency.”

You thank him again and let him out of your apartment. You lock it and turn to lean your back against it, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor. Petunia climbs into your lap and kisses you all over your face, making you smile and laugh.

“He sure was handsome, wasn’t he Tunes?” She barks after you ask, almost like she was in complete agreement. You smile and push her off of you, standing up to walk into your home office and get some work done.

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It was only a few weeks until the next time you encounter Song Mingi. You were enjoying a few days of time off from work, freelancing was so nice and let you have the schedule you enjoyed. You were walking Petunia around the large fenced perimeter of the apartment complex mid morning. The apartment complex was extravagant, on acres of land with an area with trees, a small pond, and even a community garden. You weren’t able to spend as much time there as you’d like, but you had purchased a few small vegetables from the local garden store and were hoping to plant them in the community garden. Petunia was along for the ride as she loved digging holes and you didn’t have a shovel or anything to dig with. Petunia was taking her time, sniffing around the local flora when you lead her to the garden. You weren’t paying the closest attention while walking in, more focused on opening and latching the gate behind them with Petunia in a heel. Looking up you startle slightly at Mingi crouched down at the end of the garden, looking up at you and giving you a sweet smile. You awkwardly bring your hand with Petunia’s leash in it up to wave at him with a smile. Looking down the rows, you see the best areas to plant the vegetables you brought were down at the end near him. Heading down there, Petunia was pulling at her leash to get to Mingi, she clearly liked him a lot. She gave one hard tug and the leash slipped out of your hand. She trotted up to Mingi, jumping on him right away and getting her dirty paw prints on his white tee. You

“Goddamn it Tuna! Get off of him,” you say firmly while speed walking up to them, grabbing onto her leash and tugging her off. Mingi is giggling while still moving to stand up in front of you, still petting Petunia’s head. He straightens and gives you another winning smile, eyes in crescent moons that couldn’t be cuter.

“Hi, [Y/n]! It’s nice to see you,” he says in his deep voice.

“Hi, Mingi. I’m really sorry about Petunia. She knows better,” you say while scowling down at her. She was in a sit which you could appreciate, but the way she was staring at Mingi and the constant wag of her tail you knew she wasn’t even paying attention to you. Mingi held her attention, just like he held onto yours. You look back up at him, literally up because this man was multiple inches taller than most other men you met. You had never really felt short before, but next to him you felt delicate - you liked it. He reached his hand out to the arm you had wrapped around your various veggies, taking a few in his large hands to help alleviate the weight.

“It’s no big deal, I love Petunia. I always wanted a golden retriever, and you can tell from the look in her eyes she’s just the sweetest. What veggies did you bring with you?” Mingi asks, setting your plants down to the open spaces to the left of the area he was working on. This looked as good a space as any, and from the look of Mingi’s plants he clearly knew how to take care of them - if you were really having bad luck maybe he could loan his green thumb.

“I got some carrots, cucumber, and strawberries. I read somewhere they were easy to grow, and I’m still kind of new at this. The only other thing I’ve been able to keep alive is the mint potted in my kitchen. I don’t think anything could kill that thing though,” you say lightheartedly while setting the rest of what was in your hands. “The only thing I don’t have is a trowel. Do you have one I can borrow for a minute? You seem like someone who knows what your doing. I was just going to let Petunia dig the holes for me,” you admit shyly. He laughs and nods at you, taking a few steps over to the bag he had with him and pulled out a black trowel.

“Honestly, it might be more fun for you if you let Petunia do it, but I don’t think Miss Han will like the sight of that, and you probably don’t want to get on her bad side,” Mingi says while handing it over to you.

“Got it, no shenanigans in front of Miss Han,” you say as you pull a bone for Petunia to chew on while you gardened. She lied down and relaxed between the two of you, chewing peacefully. You carefully placed out each of the plants in two rows. You had gotten two of each plant, and you wanted to make sure they each had enough space. Once you had completed that you step back towards where Mingi was, back crouching on the ground trimming a few sun damaged leaves on the plants he was tending. It was fairly sunny out, and you had a bucket hat shielding your neck and face. Mingi had on the same ball cap you had seen before, but his hair looked shorter in the back, and a brighter blonde. He was so intriguing to you, his quiet demeanor being shadowed by his broad physique. You couldn’t help but get curious about what his story was, why he ended up in this apartment complex, what he wanted for his life. You wanted to know, but your lack of bravery and backbone would keep you in this same ignorant cycle you’ve been living for years.

“So, are you working today?” you ask Mingi while crouching down at the end of your row, carefully digging holes for your plants.

“No, not today. Why, did you need help with anything?” He inquired.

“Oh, no I don’t need anything! I was just curious,” you reply in a quiet tone, you felt redness creeping up your chest in embarrassment. You look down and continue to be overly enthusiastic while digging your plants new homes. You really needed to learn how to carry a conversation better, cringing while pulling one of your strawberry plants out of the plastic temporary pot, before squishing up the roots and bit and loosening the dirt they had been living in for who knows how long, before placing the plant into the hole and layering the dirt compactly. You continued this process for a couple more plants, in relative silence except for the quiet humming you heard coming from Mingi. You take a quick break now that you had completed at least half, walking over next to Petunia who was conveniently lying next to Mingi. Opening your water bottle, you pull out a silicone bowl from the tote bag you brought. Making sure Petunia had enough to drink, you sat down next to her. You took a few gulps from your water bottle while petting Petunia. You try not to pay attention as you feel Mingi looking at you, instead staring off into the distance at another one of your favorite places in the apartment complex - a willow tree with a bench under it that sat next to a small pond. From the corner of your eye, you see Mingi pulling something from his bag, before turning back to you with a smile.

“Y/n, your neck is looking quite red. I have this sunscreen, would you mind if I put some on you,” Mingi asks while shaking the small bottle. It takes you a moment to catch your breath before you answer him, and you see him already pouring a small amount on the tops of his fingers before kneeling next to you.

“Umm, yeah go ahead. I meant to put some on but must’ve forgotten,” you reply to him while pulling your hair off of your neck, not wanting to get sunscreen in it if you could help it. Even kneeling next to you, you felt dwarfed by him. It made your heart race a little, being this close to someone you knew so little about. You liked it though, it made a spark heat up in your tummy and your cheeks redden even more. He leaned in over you, gently running his fingers over your neck to distribute the sunscreen. His hands were heavy on your shoulders, and you could feel his fingers dipping into the top of your shirt. His hands dwarfed your neck, and your imagination was running wild. Wetting your lips you inhaled softly, and you felt his fingers draw back a little. You weren’t silly, you knew he was only doing that because of the sunscreen, but it still left you with butterflies. Mingi’s hands slowly stilled on your neck, fingers draped over both sides. You look up at him and froze in shocked to see how close your faces had become. You let your eyes run over his face, from his defined jaw to his full pink lips, his high cheekbones to his dark eyes and cute mole underneath. You stay that way for a moment, before the eye contact he’s making with you snaps you back to Earth.

“You’re cheeks look a bit red too, would you like to put some more on,” Mingi says with a smirk, knowing full well your cheeks were red for another reason. Eyes wide, you duck your head and let your hair fall back over your shoulders while pulling away from him slightly, his hands falling from your neck and into his lap.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you say after clearing your throat. You hadn’t felt this sort of tension with someone ever, and it left every cell in your body on fire. You couldn’t help but get mad at yourself, letting your head win over whatever whacky shit your heart was telling you. You shot Mingi an awkward smile before standing up and going back to begin planting the last couple of plants you had, all the while repeating in your head you’re in a committed relationship [y/n] what the hell is wrong with you - regardless of the fact that your committed relationship was in shambles and you felt more alone than ever. You were better than that. Brow furrowed and head in the clouds, you finish your gardening faster than you thought you were capable. Watering them quickly, you collect the supplies you brought with you before clipping on Petunia’s leash.

“Thank you again for letting me use this Mingi,” you say while handing him back the black trowel in your hand. “It’s time for Petunia to eat, so we’re going to head home. It was nice to see you,” you politely said while giving him a smile.

“No problem at all [Y/n], if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask,” he replies, smiling back at your from where he was trimming his plants. You wave at him quickly before you turn around and start the walk back to your apartment. You clip the garden gate behind you, Petunia looking back at Mingi as if he were her long lost lover. You pat her head and look back behind you as well with the excuse in your mind that you’re making sure you didn’t leave anything behind - definitely not checking out the maintenance man that’s caught your eye. To your surprise when you looked over your shoulder Mingi was already looking at you. He waves at you with a grin, your deer in the headlights look amusing him. You whip your head around and briskly walk home, practically dragging Petunia along with you. She comes along reluctantly, the two of you tired from your day in the sun.

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Mingi POV

He had no idea what he was in for the day he accepted the job as the maintenance man at the Utopia complex. While there were only 75 units, it was sitting on 50 acres of land, making it a hidden getaway with plenty of amenities. The residents were almost all exclusive, doctors, lawyers, people who had the credentials to get in. He never expected to see a face like yours there. He only recently started on, with the order to fix your dishwasher falling in his first couple of months. You weren’t the typical tenant - young being the first thing to come to his mind. You were clearly accomplished in order to live in Utopia, and that only made his curiosity run wild with the ideas of what you did for a career. Clearly something more substantial than him, although he did have the perk of being paid to live at the complex so in his head that constitutes as a step up from your average handyman. While he didn’t have the book smarts that many of the tenants had, he had more than enough street smarts and everyday knowledge to make up for it.

The first time he saw you, his shock and embarrassment almost sent him crawling six feet under. Whoever this Lee Seo-jun was he had no common sense leaving out the bit where someone would be home - let alone that someone being the closest thing he had seen to a goddess before.

After that first encounter, and seeing you in that fluffy pink towel, you were stuck in his head for days. You had set his bones on edge and he found himself looking out for you around the complex constantly, hoping to get a glimpse of you. He loved seeing your smile when walking around with Petunia, who he had an affinity for as well. He’d always wanted a golden retriever, and she was the cutest one he had gotten to see in person.

The afternoon you had come to the community garden made him feel the warm rush of affection building up inside him. He normally silently despised when others were around when he was gardening, it was his time for fully relaxing. He didn’t mind when you appeared with your shy smile, Petunia bounding away from you to greet him. He didn’t mind letting you borrow the tools he would never normally let anyone touch. Mingi wasn’t the most extroverted when around new people, but he felt comfortable sitting in silence while you planted. When he offered to put sunscreen on you, he knew it was your blush and not a burn from the sun, but he couldn’t stop himself from taking the chance. Getting to feel your smooth skin under his and see your dainty features up close only sealed the idea that you would one day be his in his mind. Whoever this Seo-Jim character was clearly not giving [Y/n] the attention she needed, and he could tell you weren’t infatuated with him. Mingi felt his curiosity about you growing more and more every day.

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[y/n] pov

The summer was creeping by, monsoon season hitting and turning everything around you into mud. You had seen Mingi around the complex multiple times, frequently sharing pleasantries with him while Petunia got in her dose of unlimited pets. You had seen him around the community garden, he had been caring for your neighbors plants while she was on vacation. Despite the excess of rain the plants growth wasn’t slowing, some small berry buds popping up on your strawberry bush. There were even days where you would swing by the garden after a long day of work and your plants would already be watered for you. Mingi’s thoughtfulness always put a smile on your face.

Petunia had somehow convinced you to take her out on a walk despite the slight drizzle. At the very least, the early afternoon clouds kept the sun from beating down on the two of you. You walked through one of the hikes that was offered by the complex, a normally enjoyable dirt trail with plenty of foliage. By the end of the hike, the rain had started coming down in sheets, the dirt trail turning into slick mud. You couldn’t be mad, in the moments you had slipped and fallen into the mud and watched Petunia have the time of her life, you laughed more than you had in ages. You were both soaked to the bone and covered in mud.

Once arriving home, you wiped Petunia down quickly and had her stay in the foyer before wiping yourself down in a hurry, changing out of your sopping wet clothes and throwing on a dry dirty teeshirt and some pajama shorts. Petunia was in desperate need of a bath, and you would get her clean and situated before cleaning yourself up. You threw your clothes in the washer and had Petunia follow you into the bathroom to give her a spa sesh.

An hour and a few pep talks for Petunia later you had her long golden locks brushed out and shining in the late afternoon sunshine that was pouring through your open living room window. Of course now that you were home and remotely dry the sun started coming out. Throwing the damp, muddy towels in the washer, you start it up before going into the kitchen to make some quick ramen. Petunia was now lazing around on the couch in the living room, while you put on some music and made your food. You had your eyes closed for a moment, dancing around the kitchen to one of your favorite songs. You heard Petunia let out a bark from where she was laying and you spin around opening your eyes to see her looking at Mingi through the open living room window. He had a toolbox in his hand and a goofy smile on his face, holding up a hand he waves to you. You let out a small laugh and wave back, an embarrassed smile and light blush taking over your face. He continues on through the complex, stopping a few doors down from yours and knocking. Mrs. Han opens the door with a big smile on her face, clearly excited to see Mingi. He’s immediately ushered in, and you walk over to Petunia and rub her head.

“You really like him, huh pretty?” Petunia barks and paws at your hand, rolling over with her tongue hanging out for a belly rub. “Yeah, I get it. He seems pretty comforting, huh?” You lean over and give her a big smooch before laying your head on her belly, getting a quick cuddle in. The timer for your ramen was about to go off, so you get up and put it all into a bowl. Grabbing some chopsticks, you start eating the hot food while scrolling on your phone, music still playing softly in the background.

A little more than halfway through your bowl of ramen, you hear a loud thumping and scraping coming from the washer. Leaving your ramen on the counter you put your phone in your pocket and walk over to the washer. You figure it probably just has to do with the towels being all uneven, making your washer mess up with the spin cycle. Your turn it off for a moment, letting any residual water drain and wait for it to unlock. You hear the click and open up the lid of the washer, and are confused by what you see. The shirt you were wearing while hiking - one that your now deceased father had given you before he had passed away- had been sucked halfway through one of the walls of the washer, and trying to tug on it didn’t pull it loose at all. Despite it being just a shirt, one that you could probably find online and order, you didn’t want anything to happen to it, it was drenched in sentimental value for you. You had fond memories of your dad taking you outdoors wearing that shirt, then years later him handing it off to you to wear while going on your outdoor adventures.

Determined to get it out without tearing it, you start to pull out the sopping wet towels and toss the wet items in your empty kitchen sink leaving just the shirt hanging out of the sidewall of your washer. You run out to your small storage closet outside and grab your small toolbox, pull out a screwdriver and get to work pulling apart the washer. You weren’t really thinking of the process of putting it back together, you were just pulling parts off and compiling all the small pieces together by style. You had a pretty good memory and convinced yourself that you’d remember which parts went where, but in all honesty the tunnel vision from the panic of losing your beloved shirt had set in and you likely wouldn’t remember any of it.

Regardless, you kept pulling parts off the washer, finally getting in closer to the walls of the washer. Taking one of the side wall off, you were met with a peculiar sight - more than just your teeshirt had been caught inside the walls of the washer. They didn’t look like your clothing items, which was weird considering this had been your first purchase after moving into this condo - a brand new washer and dryer set. The only people who had used them were you and Seo-Jun as you had put your foot down when it came to doing his laundry.

Gently lifting the teeshirt out you stand up while examining it, walking in towards the kitchen where the light was. It seemed to be in the same condition you had last seen it, so you let out a sigh of relief. You fold it and place it on the counter of your kitchen before reaching into your cabinet and pulling out gallon ziploc baggies and tongs. Who knew how long those clothing items had been in there and what kinds of molds were growing on them.

Walking back over to the washer, you use the tongs to pick up one of the items - a pair of lacy underwear that were bright blue, definitely not yours and never had been. Putting them in a ziploc bag, you go back in for the second to last item that’s been held hostage between the washer walls - a leopard print thong. Placing it in the second ziploc, you return one last time to the washer, plucking out yet another pair of women’s underwear that weren’t yours. Placing it in the last baggie, you seal them all and examine them thoroughly. Two of them were extra smalls, and one an extra large. You were a medium/large, so there’s another strike against them being yours.

As much as you didn’t want to be the crazy girlfriend, clearly something was not adding up here. Unless Seo-Jun all of a sudden had a secret kink for wearing women’s underwear, this had to come from another women, or multiple. Heated, you leave the washer and it’s disturbing contents where they are before making your way to Seo-Jun’s room. You open the door and first start to go through his closet, looking through the pockets of his jackets and pulling out receipts for dinners and movies and coffee that were all dated within the last year. Seo-Jun had spend much of the last year ‘working’ and ‘traveling’, and while you knew he was independent you should have seen the signs of your failing relationship. You pile up the receipts in your hand and go through his dresser drawers, not getting far before finding the open box of condoms with opened wrappers crumpled up in the box. You felt pathetic, naive in thinking that the two of you were just working very hard to save enough to create a family together, when in reality who knows what he was really up to while you spent your life pent up, working and creating a home for a family that will never be. The anger made tears boil up in your eyes, seeping over and falling down your cheeks. The hatred that you had built up for Seo-Jun over the past couple of years was finally coming to fruition, you actually had a reason to hate him now.

You trudge back over to the kitchen and place the receipts in another ziploc bag before grabbing a black marker and labeling it ‘exhibit a’, then return to the washer where the other ziploc bags were waiting and labeling them ‘exhibit b’ and ‘exhibit c’. Sitting in front of your washer on the floor, the drama of almost losing your favorite shirt to discovering rock solid proof that Seo-Jun was cheating on you leaving you feeling drained and sad and angry. Now here you were with a washer that you had to put together and the knowledge that you’d have to confront Seo-Jun and end your relationship. Leaning your head up against the cool outside of your washer, you let the tears of sadness and resentment flow freely.

You sat there for a few minutes before your eyes dry up and you start feeling dull and numb. You stand and grab the ziplocks of evidence before dropping them on your coffee table, then turning into your kitchen to pour yourself a chilled glass of red wine. Petunia is napping away on your couch, dead to the world and oblivious to the turmoil you’ve been going through. You return to the disassembled washer and sit cross legged in front of it, gulping down some of your wine before sighing and pulling out your phone. You wouldn’t be able to get this shit back together if you wanted to, and even if you did it wouldn’t be for days. It was still before 5 in the afternoon, so you call the apartment mainline and click through the system options to get to the maintenance line, the line rings a few times before you hear the click of it being picked up.

“Utopia Apartments Maintenance - this is Mingi, how can I help you,” you hear his deep tones come through your phone.

“Hi Mingi, this is [Y/n]. Are you by any chance available to stop by before you’re off today,” you ask him, cringing at the knowledge that you have to tell him about why the washer was even disassembled in the first place.

“Hi [Y/n]! Of course, I can stop by in just a bit. I’m still over at Mrs. Han’s house a few doors down from you so let me finish up here and I’ll head over,” Mingi replies. You can hear Mrs. Han fussing over him in the background, and it makes you let out a small smile.

“Thanks, Mingi. I really appreciate it. I’ll see you soon,” you trail off, taking a sip of your wine.

“See you in a few minutes, bye [Y/n],” Mingi says as he hangs up.

You sit still for a moment, looking into the red wine with a hazy look, thinking about how you didn’t want your embarrassing and total waste of time relationship to keep you down in the dumps. You had come to terms with confronting him, leaving him, and rebuilding your life on your own. You’ve gotten so used to being alone the last few years, this wouldn’t even be a big change for you. You weren’t even angry over the fact that you’d have to end the relationship, you were more angry about the fact that he was so blatantly disrespectful to the point where he was bringing women into a home he didn’t even contribute to.

You sit in silence for a few more minutes before hearing a gentle knocking at your door. Despite his large stature, his demeanor was that of a gentle giant - everything you noticed him do was soft despite looking hard. Still clutching your wine, you use your left hand to pull open the door. There Mingi stands, his bulky frame taking up the majority of the doorway. You look up into his eyes, and he’s looking down at you with a quirked smile on his full lips. He lets out a soft chuckle, tugging on a strand of hair hanging down by your face, pulling off a bit of dried dirt from the mud you and Petunia had encountered.

“Hi there, what happened here?” he inquires softly, his sweet eyes looking down at you.

“You would honestly not believe the day I’ve had, Mingi. Come in and I’ll tell you all about it,” you reply, opening the door fully and gesturing him in. He steps into your home, his left hand occupied by the toolbox he was carrying and his right carrying what looked like enough food to feed 10 people, curtesy of Mrs. Han. His eyes immediately flash over to the partially disassembled washer, and he looks down at you with a look of astonishment, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

“Yeah, I know what it looks like. I promise I had a reason for doing it, and I could probably put it back together but you would definitely do it faster and more correct-” You ramble on for a moment, your anxiety of why he might think getting the better of you. Mingi cuts you off from continuing your spiel, lightly gripping your upper arm and smiling at you.

“Hey, don’t even worry about it. You don’t need to explain anything to me. I can fix that. Why don’t you go enjoy a hot shower and get the dirt off of you while I fix this up,” Mingi suggests, brushing his fingertips down your arms leaving warm tingles over where they touched. His fingers brush off more dirt as they trail down, and you both let out soft laughs as the dirt falls to the ground. You blush as you look back up into his eyes.

“Thank you, Mingi. I’ll be quick I promise! If Petunia bothers you, you can put her into the spare bedroom,” you reply as you walk off to your bathroom. You turn the shower on first before standing in front of the mirror, watching yourself down the last of your wine. Your hair is frizzy from the rain, you have mud droplets on your face and neck, and some smeared on your arms and legs. Your eyes are red rimmed from crying, and your makeup is smeared underneath. You cringed in embarrassment, setting down your wine glass and stripping out of your dirty baggy teeshirt and shorts. Stepping into the steam, you shower thoroughly but quickly, not wanting Mingi to be left all alone but also still wanting to smell nice and feel clean. You rinsed and turned off the water, opening the curtain and wrapping yourself up in your fluffy pink towel. Pulling open your pajama drawer you groan audibly and roll your eyes. You needed to do your laundry, and had nothing that was clean and loungy - just lace hemmed slip sleep dresses. As comfortable as they are, they're a bit more intimate that you would normally wear around someone else. Honestly, after the day you’ve had you don’t really give a fuck about giving Mingi the wrong impression and decide to pull on a black one. You brush through your hair and do a quick skincare routine before grabbing your wine glass and heading out of the bathroom.

Mingi is bent over the washer, the sound of his tools clanking against the metal ringing in your ears. From where you’re standing it looked like the dryer was almost completely put back together.

“Mingi, can I offer you a drink? I have wine, beer, soda, juices, water…” you trail off, pulling open the door of the drive to pour yourself another glass of chilled red wine.

“Uhh yeah, I’ll take a beer,” Mingi replies in his deep voice. You grab a beer and close the fridge, walking over to the washer and waiting for him to grab it. He looks up from where he was screwing in one of the sidewalls, eyes widening and standing up ramrod straight. He takes in what your wearing, looking from the crown of your wet hair to your light blue painted toes. You see him such in a deep breath, chest puffing out slightly and shoulders broadening even more than they already were. He reaches a hand out to take the beer from you, fingers skimming against yours purposefully while making eye contact with you. You grin at him mischievously, and he lets out a little laugh.

“I’m almost done here, just have a few more bolts and screws to put it back together. I can be out of your hair in a few minutes,” Mingi says while cracking open his beer, taking a few gulps.

“Are you almost off for the night,” you ask him while walking over to your couch, giving the still sleepy Petunia a pat on the belly before grabbing your nintendo switch remotes and turning on the console.

“Yep! When I finish up here I’m technically off unless there’s some sort of emergency,” Mingi replies to your question, screwing in the last few bolts and screws.

“Well, if you don’t have anything going on, do you want to hang out for a bit? It’s no fun constantly winning against NPC’s on Mario Kart,” you offer to him, the wine making you a bit more bold than normal, holding up your switch remotes to show him while turning the game on.

“Well, prepare to get your ass beat [Y/n]. You’re in luck too, Mrs. Han kept me hostage for a while today but luckily I got enough food for an army out of it. If you’d like we can heat some up and have dinner together,” Mingi offers back to you with the tips of his ears red and a beaming smile on his face. You nod enthusiastically at the offer of food and set up Mario Kart for two players while Mingi closes the lid of the washer and sets it on a cleaning run to make sure it works.

Mingi heads into the kitchen to wash his hands and pull some food out of the bags. You stand from the couch and head into the kitchen to help him get bowls and utensils out. You refill your wine and grab an extra beer for Mingi, bringing it over to the coffee table. You hear him dishing out the food and putting it in the microwave, heating it up for a few minutes before the beep goes off. Mingi brings the food over the the coffee table in front of the couch, setting it down and getting on his knees to give Petunia some pets and kisses. She loves it and wags her tail furiously, hitting you in the face a few times. Mingi finds this hilarious and the two of you break out into uncontrollable giggles.

Petunia lays back down on the corner of the couch, sprawled out so the only spot available for Mingi to sit is directly next to you. He moves in and sits down, his thick thighs and broad shoulders pressing into your space a bit, not that you minded at all. The daydreams you’ve had about those thighs spring into your mind and you shift slightly in your seat, the lace hem of your sleep dress riding up a bit. Keep the dirty thoughts on the downlow [y/n] get it together goddamit you think, thighs pressing together before Mingi breaks your concentration, handing you a steaming bowl of food. Excitedly, you take a few bites before looking over at Mingi. He’s watching you eat and you freeze with your cheeks full, looking like a chipmunk. He smiles and pokes your full cheek.

“You’re cute with your cheeks all puffed up like that,” he says in a quiet tone that makes your cheeks heat up. It’s almost like they’re in a perpetual state of redness when you’re near him. You chew quickly and swallow your bite before giving him a shy smile.

“Thanks Mingi, you’re sweet. This is really good, you’ll have to thank Mrs. Han for me,” you laugh out, breaking the slight tension between the two of you. You both eat quickly to the music of Mario Kart, filling up before placing the bowls back onto your coffee table.

Mingi catches sight of the “evidence” bags on the coffee table and looks at you questionably. You spend the next thirty minutes explaining to him the entire situation from beginning to end and why you needed his help in the first place. You tell him all about your sleazy boyfriend and you can see his frustration and anger settling into his face. You explain that you’re going to leave him as soon as you can, but you have a business trip for the next few days and that the first time you’ll see him in weeks is the day you return.

“Speaking of my business trip, I have to fly meaning Petunia doesn't get to come with me. I know this is weird but I know I can trust you, and so does Petunia. Would you be willing to dogsit her for the next few days? You could take her home with you or she could stay here and you come and check on her, whatever is easiest for you. And of course I’ll pay you-” Mingi cuts you off with his raised hand and a smile.

“Of course! I’d be happy to hang out with Petunia for a few days. Don’t worry about paying me, your company and hers is more than enough,” he says while reaching over to give Petunia some love. You thank him profusely, happy to finally have someone in your life you feel like you can rely on. You tell him about the spare key in the fake plant by your door and let him know the time you’ll be leaving tomorrow.

The two of you spend the next few minutes choosing your characters and customizing your karts before getting onto the racing screen. You let Mingi pick his favorite races first, and the two of you play through the four of them. In the end Mingi ends up winning the first round. He doesn’t let you live it down for a moment, gloating over his win and running around the room in excitement. Laughter is ringing off the walls of your home, making it feel the most alive it’s felt since you’ve moved in. You laugh along with him and he collapses next to you on the couch, thick thighs pressed against your bare ones. He takes his hat off finally, and you gasp as you notice it. His hair is pink - bright neon pink and cropped short. Your hand comes up to your mouth, fingers running lightly along your bottom lip.

“Mingi, your hair! It’s pink!! Oh wow, it suits you so much,” you exclaim, reaching a hand out to run over the bottom strands of hair and running your fingers though. Mingi smiles and closes his eyes, pressing his head deeper into your fingers.

“Yeah, my friends dared me to do it and I’ll never pass up a dare,” he chuckles rubbing his large hand over the top and messing it up. The chaotic strands made him look even more endearing, and you take your hand away and smile deeply at him, lost in thought.

he is so handsome, how is he here sitting on my couch? what did i do to deserve his cherub cheeked smile and kind gestures…

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear the beeping of a race starting up. Shocked, you turn to the screen to see Mingi has picked another set of races and they were about to begin. In your distraction he thought he could pull on over on you.

“You cheater! It’s so on, prepare to lose,” you taunt Mingi and focus in on the races. It’s a set that you love and have played many times, so you knew you could beat him. Focusing hard on the race, you do end up beating Mingi, but it was pretty close and only due to a few well timed blue shells.

At the scene of your victory, with your character standing on the highest podium and Mingi’s on the podium just lower than yours, you stand up and jump around, teasing Mingi in the same way he did to you. He laughs and catches ahold of your hand, pulling you down onto the couch next to him, your shoulders bumping roughly as you almost fall into his lap. Your hand stops your descent by gripping onto his thigh and god fucking damn you were so right about their muscularity. Your giggling tapers off and you notice his hand on your thigh as well, his silver rings cold against your skin. The sound of MarioKart drowns out and your eyes trail up his chest and neck, eyes slowing at the cute moles that decorate his skin. Your eyes trail over his smiling lips and up to his dark eyes that stare right back into yours. You feel like he’s the first person to actually look at you and see you, your breath getting caught in your chest at the sight of him so close to you.

Your mind is overwhelmed with your senses screaming about him. His warm body heat and the scent of him encapsulating your bodies in their own little bubble, his stare and warm fingers resting against your thighs had a vicious heat settling deep in you. You can’t stop yourself from the visceral reaction your body has to him, leaning in and pressing your lips against his. All you can hear is the rushing, pounding heartbeat in your ears as his hand grips onto your thigh firmly. His other hand slips behind your head, threading his fingers through your hair to pull you closer. Your hand leaves his thigh and meets up with your other hand wrapped around the back of his neck. He shifts you over to where you’re straddling his lap, lips never separating. Your fingers run through his bright pink hair and he lets out a low groan, his hands tightening around your hips. That groan is possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, but it snaps you back to reality. Your eyes open quickly and your hands leave his hair. You quickly pull yourself off his lap as panic starts to settle into your nerves.

oh fuck what have I done? I’m still in a relationship and here I am throwing myself at Mingi. This is so embarrassing.

Mingi stands from the couch with concern in his eyes, his hands reaching out towards you. Tears spring to your eyes as you back away, hands raised to keep your distance.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I shouldn’t have kissed you,” you said to him, hands shaking and wrapping around yourself. Mingi steps in closer and rests his hand on your arm.

“[Y/n], it’s okay, really. It’s not a big deal, we can just forget it ever happened,” Mingi says somberly. His words make your stomach clench in an uncomfortable way, not happy about them. You didn’t want to forget that it happened, it was probably the best kiss you’d ever had. Mingi pulls you into a hug and you let him, sinking into his chest as his arms wrap around you.

“It’s probably best I head out now anyways. Let me know if you have any issues with your washer and I’ll come by” Mingi says, unwrapping himself from you and heading towards the door.

“Wait, Mingi,” you call to him, reaching out and grasping onto his hand, “I know that I probably ruined everything by kissing you and I’m sorry. You’re the first person I’ve met that I’ve instantly felt comfortable with. I really don’t want you to think differently of me.”

Mingi laces his fingers through yours and gives you a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry, [Y/n]. I won’t look at you any differently,” Mingi says and detaches his hand from yours. He gives Petunia some pets and tells her he’ll see her tomorrow. Mingi grabs his things and slips his shoes on.

“Thank you again for helping me, and for watching Petunia. I really owe you one,” you say to Mingi. He pulls you into another soft hug, bidding you safe travels before leaving for the night. He leaves with a smile, and you close the door behind him, sliding down it and sitting on the floor.

You don’t want to think about the way you’ve felt more with Mingi in hours spent together than years with Seo-Jun. You don’t want to think about how easy it was for you to kiss him, and you definitely didn’t want to think about the way his firm muscles felt beneath your hands. The conflicting emotions inside you from simultaneously loving being touched by him and feeling scummy because you weren’t technically single made a few stray tears drip down your face. Petunia came up to where you were sitting against the door and gave you some sweet puppy kisses, lightening the weight on your shoulders. There was nothing out there better than a dog at helping with emotions. You stand to go pack your travel bag and Petunia follows, climbing up onto your bed and watching you as you pack.

“You’re going to have such a great time Petunia. Mingi is going to give you all sorts of love and attention and I’ll be back before you know it,” you explain to her. She snorts and wags her tail, almost as if she knew you were talking about Mingi. You finish up your packing and leave your bags by the door before crawling into bed with Petunia. You had to leave early in the morning, and wanted to get as much cuddle time in with her. Eventually you drift off to sleep with tear stained cheeks and sadness weighing you down.

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Mingi POV

Mingi could understand the inner turmoil you were going through. While he hadn’t been in this sort of situation personally, he had a group of best friends and statistically speaking at least one had been through something similar. It seemed to Mingi that men like Seo-Jun are increasing in the population, and Mingi just did not understand their mindset at all. To have someone like you doing everything for them and yet still being unfaithful. When you had told him about the “evidence” that you had found he had a hard time keeping his temper in check. He could understand your anger at Seo-Jun bringing women into your home, he could have laughed at the stupidity and carelessness that Seo-Jun showed but didn’t want you to talk it the wrong way.

As disgusted as he was with Seo-Jun he was grateful for his underwhelming presence in your life and for giving Mingi a chance to connect with you. Getting to know you felt right to him, it felt like he knew you on a molecular level. The atoms and cells in his body gave all of their attention to you, and stood at attention whenever your soft hands would graze against his skin. Feeling your fingers running through his hair when you discovered the neon pink color left him floating on cloud nine.

He knew he’d wanted to kiss you from the moment you had shared in the garden, and he struggled with the intensity of his desire for you the evening you spent together. He had to start a new game of Mario Kart to keep himself from pulling you into his lap and making you sit there for hours. Mingi was doing his best to respect your boundaries, but when you initiated that kiss with him every sensible thought he had in his head flew out the window. His hands felt so big around your waist, and your hands felt so small against his skin. Mingi was surprised how quickly he gave into you considering how difficult it was to find someone to keep his attention for more than a few hours. Now here you were, taking up space in his mind for months on end. He didn’t mind having you there, though.

Petunia was easy to have around. She was the sweetest thing, and had no problem meeting new people. The first time Yunho had seen her he moped for ten minutes about being replaced before discovering Petunia knew how to high five and was entertained for hours. Out of all of the friends Mingi brought over, Petunia still clearly liked Mingi the best and he was slightly smug about it.

The afternoon before you were set to come home, Mingi had run out of food for Petunia and was stepping into your place to grab some quickly before dinner time. Opening the door, he notices some clothing strewn about the floor of your place, but he thinks nothing of it - maybe you were a messy packer or running late, who was he to judge? Closing the door behind him quietly Mingi heads into your kitchen, pulling out the ziploc from his pocket and opening up the cabinet that has Petunia’s food in it. Opening up the bag, Mingi’s daydreaming abound how domestic this was, how he would love to take care of you and feed you meals in this kitchen, how he would love to fuck you against the kitchen table. Mingi thinks he hears moaning, but shakes his head free from his daydreaming and gets back to the dog food. Portioning out enough for the next couple meals, and even extra just in case, Mingi’s putting the scoop back into the back when his clumsy ass drops it. The clanging of the nice metal scoop you have echoes throughout the house and down the hallway. Mingi’s hears a man’s voice say what the fuck before a fully nude man enters the kitchen, eyes immediately drawn to Mingi’s large figure. Mingi can’t help but let out a laugh, his hands dropping back to close up the food bag and put it back into the cabinet nonchalantly.

“Excuse me, but who the fuck do you think you are and what the fuck are you doing in my house,” the man that could only be Seo-Jun questioned Mingi. Mingi barked out a loud laugh and raised his eyebrows, grinning at the man standing across from him.

“Oh, this is your house? Wow, I was so sure this was [Y/n]’s, I must have the wrong place and be getting the wrong dog food then,” Mingi can’t help but tease Seo-Jun, knowing and seeing exactly the type of person he is.

“Alright, you smug bastard. I don’t know why you’re here but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Seo-Jun says harshly, pointing toward the door. Mingi grabs his ziploc and raises his hands in the air, laughing quietly to himself as he starts heading to the door. As he’s nearing the door a woman, wrapped in the same fluffy pink towel he had first seen you in, walked up to Seo-Jun and clung to him like mold. Mingi was instantly uncomfortable, not wanting the sight to tarnish the memory of you that he has. Mingi fully sneers and scoffs at both of them, pulling the door open and shutting it loudly behind him.

Once Mingi is in the comfort of his own home, he greets Petunia before pulling his phone out and dialing your number. He had to let you know what he saw, and wanted to make sure you washed your towel before using it again. You pick up on the fourth ring.

“Mingi, hi! Is everything alright? Is Petunia okay?” you ask with concern lacing your voice.

“Hey, yeah everything is great! Petunia says hi and that she can’t wait to see you. I just wanted to talk to you about something really quick, do you have a minute?”

“Sure, I have nothing but time, I’m just waiting for my flight for a little bit longer. What’s going on?”

“So, Petunia needed a bit more food so I went over to your place to refill the ziploc you gave me. I was about to head out when Seo-Jun came out of your bedroom. I already know that Seo-Jun’s been a piece of shit to you, and I saw the proof today. He had another girl with him, and she was wrapped up in your cute pink towel. I’m really sorry, but I had to let you know before you went home,” Mingi explained to you.

“For fucks sake, I’m so tired of this. Thank you for telling me Mingi, I like knowing that you’re looking out for me. Would you mind keeping Petunia for just one more night? I’m going to talk to Seo-Jun tonight, and she really hates yelling,” you ask him, tense at what you knew you’d be coming home to. You hoped he at least had the decency to make sure she was out of the house before you got there.

“Of course, Petunia has a second home here with me forever. If my friends could they would take her home with them too, so really she has three potential homes,” Mingi laughs and tries his best to lighten your dark mood, “I’m going out for a few hours this evening with them, if you want I can swing by and see how you’re doing afterwards,” Mingi offers hopefully. He’s missed seeing your face and smile.

“Thank you Mingi, and thank you for offering. I think I’ll be okay tonight, but I’ll see you and Tunie bright and early tomorrow morning. My flight’s boarding so I have to go but again, thank you so much Mingi, I seriously owe you,” your melancholy voice trails off and he hears the rustling of you getting your things together.

“No problem [Y/n], let me know if you need anything at all, travel safe!”

“Bye, Mingi,” you say and he hears slight sniffling before the click of you hanging up on him. His heart plummets knowing that he had to tell you about Seo-Jun. As if Petunia can smell his sadness, she climbs into his lap and kisses his cheeks before rolling over for belly rubs. Mingi wraps his arms around her and gives a cuddle before rubbing her belly and putting on the anime he had been watching. He had around an hour to kill before his friends would be around to grab him for dinner, so three episodes and one potty break for Petunia later he was heading out on the town with his group of friends.

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[y/n] pov

Disassociating through the flight and car ride, you wheel your suitcase down the sidewalk leading to your home. The sky was getting dark as storm clouds rolled in, matching your mood perfectly. Standing in front of your door, you felt uncomfortable in your own skin, an anxious tickle running down your spine.

You unlock and open to door to the smell of something spicy being cooked in your kitchen. You roll your eyes at Seo-Jun’s behavior and set your bags down in the entry way. You head into the kitchen and see him standing over the stove, stirring whatever he was making. You clear your throat and stand against the doorway, arms crossed and already feeling guarded. He turns around to you and gives you a big fake smile, stepping towards you and holding his hands out as if to hug you. You step back and he drops his arms, a disgruntled look crossing his face.

“Wow, the first time you see me in ages and you can’t even hug me? What’s your problem?” Seo-Jun immediately criticizes.

“What’s my problem? Do you think I’m fucking stupid Seo-Jun? Do you really think you can bring girls into my house and I wouldn’t know about it?” you cut to the chase. You’re losing your temper quickly, sick of being disrespected by him. You see his face morph into a fake confusion.

“You’re crazy, I would never cheat on you. I can’t believe you would think that,” Seo-Jun says in a condescending tone.

“I’m not crazy, I have proof,” you say as you walk over to where you had your ‘evidence bags’ hidden, pulling them out and handing them to him, “None of these underwear are mine, and these receipts are for dates you’ve never taken me on. Not only that, but my friend who was here picking up dog food for Petunia saw it with his own eyes and told me,” you finish with a huff. Seo-Jun’s faced changed from confused to furious at the mention of Mingi.

“Oh, you mean the man that was in our house yesterday? He doesn’t know what he saw, he must be confused and lied to you,” he tries to make up more excuses.

“Mingi would never lie to me,” you refute, “he actually has respect for me, unlike you.” Seo-Jun takes a menacing step towards you, and as you go to step back he grabs onto your upper arm, gripping tightly enough to bruise.

“You think you’re so smart, huh? You’re too dumb to notice the cameras I’ve set up around this place, aren’t you? You think I didn’t see you fucking Mingi on our couch the other night? If anybody is the cheater here, it’s you,” Seo-Jun accuses, grip tightening even more and stepping to stand chest to chest with you. Your arm was aching, and you try to pull it free from his grip but you couldn’t, ending up with a nasty burning sensation on your arm.

“Fuck you Seo-Jun. I didn’t fuck Mingi, but maybe I should have. I definitely will now, considering our relationship is now over. I want you and your shit out of my house immediately,” you stand up for yourself, pushing your chest against his and standing up taller. He grabs onto your shoulders and shoves you harshly into the wall you’ve been trapped against. Your breath is knocked out of you, and before you can comprehend it he shoves you against the wall again, this time shoving your head into the wall hard. your vision goes spotty and you struggle to take in a breath.

“You’re a lying, cheating, worthless whore [Y/n]. I’m the best you’ve ever had, good luck finding anybody like me,” Seo-Jun’s voice was dark and deep, his right hand splayed across your face holding it against the wall. You were about to slip into a panic attack, your head was aching and your breathing difficult. The tears that had built up in your eyes spill over, streaming down your cheeks and making his hand slip off of your face slightly. This angers Seo-Jun further and he slams your face into the wall. Your vision crashes into blackness and you feel your consciousness slipping away. You barely feel his hands leaving you as your limp body slides onto the floor.

You wake up disoriented and aching on the floor of your hallway. You feel warmth on the side of you head, reaching a hand up you notice you’re eyebrow has been bleeding for a little while. All you wanted to do was curl up into the fetal position on the floor and dissociate, but you didn’t feel safe and wanted to see where Seo-Jun had weaseled off to.

Pushing yourself off the floor, the vertigo makes you sway for a moment before you brace yourself on the wall. Looking down the hallways towards the room you notice both doors open and items strewn throughout the hallway. Slowly walking towards the room and gaining your bearings, you see that Seo-Jun had taken the items that were valuable to him, drawers empty of personal belongings and the closet door open to show it empty besides the mess of hangers. You peek into your room and see that he had definitely trashed it but it didn’t look like he had taken anything of yours. You’re distraught at the knowledge that you’d have to clean up this disaster, but you also felt a heavy weight lift off your shoulders knowing you were alone. You walk into the kitchen then living room, noticing that while it was in the same trashed state, nothing important looked broken or stolen. All you want is to cuddle Petunia and sob in bed, but checking the clock you see that you weren’t really out for all that long, between and hour or two. You’re not even sure if Mingi is home from his night out with his friends, but decide that you need to see Petunia to relive some of this angst. Slipping on some shoes you grab your keys and jean jacket before leaving your home, locking the door behind you. You’d have to get Mingi to change the locks so you didn’t have to worry about Seo-Jun making any unwelcome appearances.

The air was nice and cool during your walk over to Mingi’s place. The flowers were in full bloom and were enjoying the light the moon was giving off. Even with the slight throbbing your head felt, you let a small smile slip onto your face while looking up at the stars. Apartment 1117 had finally come into view, and you rushed up to knock on the door. You could make out Petunia barking from inside, but there were no other sounds or lights coming from Mingi’s place. You didn’t really want to go back to your place right now, so instead you plopped down onto Mingi’s front porch steps and pulled your jacket around you, looking back up into the sky. You felt more tears build up in your eyes and you let them fall freely down your face, surprised that you were even able to cry anymore considering how dehydrated you must be. Staring up into the stars and moon, you catch sight of a shooting star and make a quick wish on it

i wish i can find happiness and love without judgement

You lose track of time while waiting for Mingi. Petunia’s barks have settled down long ago, but you could still occasionally hear a whine coming from inside Mingi’s place. You knew she must be able to smell you and felt bad teasing her with your scent. You resolve yourself to wait five more minutes before heading back to your nightmare of a home. As soon as you decide that, you hear heavy footfall and a few rowdy voices coming up to Mingi’s house. You immediately cringe, feeling uncomfortable with meeting Mingi’s friends in your distraught state.

“[Y/n]?” you hear Mingi’s deep voice call out to you. You look up from the sidewalk and see him standing directly in front of you with four other people. You make eye contact with him and give an awkward smile.

“Hi, Mingi,” you say while standing up, his eyes catching sight of the dried blood running down the side of your face.

“What the fuck happened to you,” he says harshly, his hand coming up to reach for your face but you cringe away from him. His eyes get sad and he withdraws his hand.

“I’m really sorry to interrupt your night Mingi. I was really hoping I could see Petunia,” you say looking down at the pavement and peeking up at him through your eyelashes. You see his friends huddled up behind him, whispering quietly between each other and frequently looking your way. You feel awkward and out of place, and it makes you want to curl in on yourself. Mingi reached his hand out and grasps yours, fingers intertwining.

“Of course you can see her, I know she’s been missing you and is excited to see you. Wait here just one moment while I send my friends home, I’ll be right back,” Mingi says while going to turn away from you. You pull his hand back slightly towards you and he looks questionably into your eyes.

“It’s okay Mingi, I don’t want to ruin your friends’ night out. I can just go home,” you say to him in a quiet tone.

“No chance, [Y/n]. You’re more important, just give me one sec,” Mingi smiles reassuringly at you, giving your hand a squeeze before dropping it and approaching his friends. You could tell they were giving him shit and you felt bad, not knowing they were really giving him shit about having the girl he would not shut up about sitting on his porch. Mingi shuts down their gossiping and whispering and pushes them off back towards the car they arrived in. They leave begrudgingly and Mingi returns to your side, rethreading his fingers through yours and pulling his keys out to unlock his door. He tugs you inside and turns the lights on, shutting and locking the door behind you. You can hear the scraping of nails on the hardwood floor as Petunia comes barreling at you, jumping on you and knocking you down to your butt. You let out a soft giggle that turns into hiccups as you cry and bury your face into her neck. It’s wyirt for a moment before Mingi crouches down beside the two of you and rubs your back soothingly.

“I’ve got my first aid kit here, is it okay if I take a look at your cut,” Mingi asks while pulling out antibacterial wipes and butterfly bandages. You nod and lift your face up to look at him, eyes locking in the small space between the two of you. He gently dabs at your cut while you sniffle, wiping the tears from your cheeks as he’s cleaning you up. He places the bandages across the cut, sealing it from the air. You feel your energy deplete as the two of you are sitting there, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a warm bed and dream of anything but this evening. Mingi double checks to make sure the adages will stick well, and grips your chin in his hand lightly to take a look at your face and to make sure there are no other wounds he needs to look at. He sees some dark bruising and scrapes, but nothing more serious than that. Mingi releases his grip on your chin and wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his chest where his smell and warmth helps your body to relax.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, okay? It doesn’t matter to me, all that matters is that you’re safe and sound. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again [Y/n], I promise,” Mingi whispers in your ear, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. Your exhaustion is catching up to you, and you feel Mingi rocking you slightly, adding to your comfort and feeling of safety, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you tonight [Y/n]. You’re mine now, and I’ll protect you every minute from here on out, don’t worry.” You drift off to sleep at his sweet words, finally able to find comfort in his warm arms.

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[a/n: thank you so much for reading!!! i struggled with the ending on this for ages. could potentially have a pt.2? lmk what you thought!!]

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