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[4:58 pm] Time-stamp/ drabble
-pairing: changgu x gn!reader
-genre: fluff
-words: 494
-warnings: none
-a/n: This is something new and not out of my drafts!! I am still working on something new that's at 3k words, but I haven't gotten to the climax of the story yet, so stay tuned!!
>>Masterlist
You were waiting at a cafe, staring down into your coffee cup. You kept putting off drinking your coffee. You didn’t want to leave the cafe yet, not when you hadn’t accomplished what you came here for. You looked around the cafe for him again, and he was nowhere in sight, again. It felt like you had been waiting all day.
He promised you he would be there, and yet again your coffee was growing cold with each minute. Your mind wandered to teh days where he was earlier than you, already ordering for you. When the two of you would play games on napkins, and would spend hours together. The way his eyes would glow as he spilled details of the things he loved, and how he listened to you when you would talk with him.
You looked out the window, it was still snowing. The snow covered the ground and only kept piling more and more. You had enough, that’s what you would tell him when he would arrive. If he would arrive. You ran your finger around the rim of your coffe cup, your face inbetween your hands. You watched the people in the cafe, the people in line for a quick drink, the people sitting down, weather they were alone or with other people.
You met the eyes of one of the guys in line. He was far back in it, and he gave you a soft smile. You smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth on this cold day. You continued to watch him from the corner of your eye as he looked around before making his way to you. He slid into the seat next to yours.
“All alone?” He asked you, while getting settled in his seat.
“You’re alone too.” You retorted to his rhetorical question. “What brings you here?”
“Coffee, you?” He looked down at your full coffee cup that hasn’t been touched since the waiter gave it to you.
“I wish I could say the same thing, but it looks like I’ve been stood up.” You looked out the window again, the sky looked a bit darker than before.
“I could make up for that absence.” the stranger said causing you too look back at him.
“You don’t even know my name, but you want to butt in on my date?” You smiled at him.
“Only if you let me. And my name is Yeo Changgu” He said. You thought about it for a bit and nodded at him. It didn’t seem too bad and it didn’t seem like your boyfriend would ever show up.
So you spent what felt like hours talking to this new stranger about anything and everything that came to mind. It felt like the early days. You didn’t know how this guy made you feel so comfortable around him. For a moment you could’ve sworn that you looked outside, and it was spring with flowers blooming around you and Changgu.
#kpop#pentagon#kpop fanfic#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#pentagon imagines#pentagon scenarios#changgu#changgu x reader#yeoone x reader#yeo one#yeo changgu#cynicalwoo
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Dishwasher
Summary: While it isn’t the first time you’ve made dinner for all of your boyfriend’s members. It’s the first Christmas dinner Changgu and you have made for them in your new house.
Oneshot
Fluff, Established Relationship au
Word Count: 4,289
Changgu (Yeo One) X Reader
[Features! The rest of OT9]
Requested: not to be that person who requests twice (pls feel free to prioritize other requests!!) but maybe 6. for Changgu? 👀 You know, in celebration of someone becoming someone's ult 👀
Prompt: 6. Cooking Christmas dinner together for your friends
[A.n: Pls don’t worry about requesting 2x- I love double/multiple requests~ And also I just do the request in the order I get them unless I have to skip to not have the same member in a row. I’d say I don’t know how this fic got to 4k but uh see above point ^ (I named it dishwasher and hopefully you’ll understand the significance)]
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It was finally your turn to make Christmas dinner for your big friend group, “You sure this is going to feed eight other people?” He nods, “Yeah, I’m sure. If not, there is always the restaurant down the road.” “Ggu!” He laughs, “I’m just teasing, I promise. We got this!” You shake your head, “I know. I guess I’m just a little worried.” He grabs your hand, “It’s going to be okay. I promise. We make a great team. Our food will be even better.” You search his eyes, and he squeezes your hand, and all you find is reassurance. You interlock your fingers, “Okay.” He nods and pulls your hand to push the cart with his to the checkout lanes. You finish up and shove the groceries in his car. You return the cart and see him waiting for you to get in. He opens the door from the inside, the heat pouring out from the vents, and you hop in.
“We’ll let the ham defrost overnight in cold water, and then we’ll be all set.” He agrees as you both put the groceries away. He finds the pre-packaged cookies and goes, “Want one?” You ask, “Shouldn’t we wait for our guests?” He shrugs as you come over, waiting for him to open the box. “Maybe.” You both grab one and eat it, “Yeah, this is way easier than making them.” You both resist eating another to save them for tomorrow's guests. You set them on a platter and the cake you bought onto a cake stand.
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You wake up to Changgu ruffling the covers to get out of bed. You look at him with half-opened eyes, “Is it time?” You watch him shake his head no. He comes over, kisses your forehead, and tells you, “I was just going to make us some coffee before we started cooking.” You hum, opening your eyes, “Let’s do that together.” He smiles as he waits for you to roll out of bed. You slip on your slippers, and with a yawn, you follow him into the kitchen. He fills a kettle with water before putting it on the burner and turning it on. You grab your mugs and set them on the counter, and he finishes making the coffee. You lean against the counter, still trying to wake up as you sip your first bit of coffee, “Warm…” He hums before he takes a sip of his and shares the same sentiment.
You start, “So, the ham.” You both look over at it, hoping it’d grow legs dress itself for the occasion and throw itself into the oven. He laughs before you both sigh, “Shinwon was not kidding when he said, ‘Good luck next year’. After they both made that dinner…” You shake your head and agree, “This is going to be a lot of work…” After setting your coffee down on the counter, you look for a piece of paper and a pen. “How do we want to go about this?” “Well, we cleaned the roasting pan two days ago, so all we have to do is line it with foil.” You write: ‘Foil the pan, make sure the ham is defrosted. Bag the ham, and then dress it with pineapples and cherries.’ You ask, “Did we get 7up?” He nods, “Yeah, I put it in the cart last minute. We almost forgot it.” You sigh in relief as you write the 7up part and add brown sugar to the list of things going on with the ham.
You list the things you bought, and he goes, “Peel and chop the potatoes?” you write that down, “Are we making sweet potatoes?” He nods, and you take another sip of coffee before writing that. “Corn, green beans?” Changgu softly reminds you about the ‘peas’. And you finish that bit, “Oh, bread, which kind?” He goes, “Biscuits and croissants?” “Perfect.” “Am I missing anything else?” You both think for a minute before you go, “Oh, cranberry sauce, the most important part!” He laughs, “For you, dear.” You roll your eyes, “You love it just as much as me.” He shakes his head, “No, not as much as I love you.” You roll your eyes, “I love you more than I love cranberry sauce.” He gasps, “I’m honored.” You shake your head as you smile at him.
You finish your coffee while looking out at the snow. Watching it gently coming down. “I’m glad this time it’s not a snowstorm.” He laughs, “It was a nightmare getting to Hongseok’s house that year!” You laugh even harder, “We don’t even live more than a street away from him!” You two cackle before catching your breath. He adds, “At least we have snow this year, though!” You shake your head, “We even have photos of Hoetaek pouting about it!” You both giggle before catching your breath. You put your two mugs in your new dishwasher. You grin, “I can’t wait for this thing to have its first big holiday.” He smiles in excitement, “It’s going to do the work of ten men!” You both laugh before washing your hands away from the ham and start working on preparing it.
Thankfully, it thawed, and everything went swimmingly even putting the brown sugar and 7up on it was easy. You open the pineapples as Changgu digs for the toothpicks, “Didn’t we buy a pack?” “Yeah, I think they’re up in the cabinet by the other knife set we don’t use.” He hums and says a little ‘aha!’ when he finds them there. You separate the pineapples from the ones you’re using for the ham and the two for the two of you. After you finish sticking the pineapples in with toothpicks, he sticks the cherries in the center. When he pins the last one, and you both have washed your hands and put the ham into the oven, “One pineapple for you, one for me?”
He pulls out a maraschino cherry for both of you to eat, and you happily eat the unused toppings before cleaning your hands again. You sigh, “Those were so good.” He agrees, hands you a towel to dry your hands with, and says, “What’s next?” You look back at the list and go, “The potatoes.” He nods and gets them out, and you ask, “How many potatoes do you think Shinwon can eat alone?” He laughs, “Probably the whole bag.” You shrug, “Guess that’s how much we’re doing so everyone can have at least a bite.” He agrees, and you get out your peeler and the chopping board while he fills a bowl with water.
You shave them as he patiently waits to chop them up. He cuts the last potatoes up and puts them back in the bowl. You drain them and transfer half to a pot of water. As you do, he says, “I’ll start shaving the sweet potatoes.” You agree and put the soup mix into the cleaned bowl before pouring the other half of the potatoes in and combining them. You flip them onto a foiled pan and wash off your hands. You come back over to see him sharpening a knife, “Having a hard time with the sweet potatoes?” He nods, and you smile, “It’s more about the pressure and force than the sharpness.” He hums, “But it’d help.” He cleans it off before he returns with more vigor to chop them into small pieces.
He lets out a yell as he smacks it, and you giggle as you watch him, “You want me to do it?” He pouts, “But I have more muscle than you. This should be easy…” You smile as you tell him, “Watch this.” You scoot him away, and with the knife still lodged into the sweet potato, you lift it and slam it back onto the board. And it separates into two, “Didn’t you ever watch your mom make them?” He shakes his head, “No, she always makes the ones you just gotta poke and put in the oven with foil on them.” You nod, “Those are so good! Do you want to save two so we can have that tomorrow?” He grins, “Oh heck yeah!” He saves two and puts them in the pantry while you finish chopping up the first one. He gets the hang of it on the second one, “Isn’t there a less noisy way?” You shake your head, “Not that I’ve ever figured out.” He shrugs and continues while you make the brown sugar mix for them, “I’m excited for these.” He hums, “Me too.”
You do the same with sweet potatoes, draining them before mixing them and putting them onto another foiled pan. You set them out and clean off your hands. As you dry off your hands, Changgu checks the oven, “Ohh, look!” You look, “Still there.” He shakes his head, “No, it’s starting to look more cooked.” You laugh, “I know.” You pull back, and he says, “And we still have three hours and twenty minutes to get it all done. I say that calls for a break.” You agree, and you both head into the living room and kick back on the couch together. “What kind of Christmas special do you wanna watch?” You hum, “What about a hallmark movie?” He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “Preferably something that doesn’t make me cry today.” You nod, “Okay, the Charlie Brown special before we head back and make the rest?” He agrees, and you put your legs over his lap while he puts his legs on the ottoman. He puts his arm around your back, and you watch the Peanuts.
When the movie ends, you both get changed into your dinner clothes before heading into the kitchen. You look at the list when it hits you, “Oh, we almost forgot to add a butter stick tray for everyone!” He nods, quickly pulls out the butter, and puts it on the designated dish. “Done and done!” You grin and grab the canned corn, peas, and green beans. You open them up while he gets the pots out. You fill all three up as he works on making two foiled pans for biscuits and croissants. You both work on rolling up the crescent and making them nicely shaped before putting the other premade biscuits onto a pan to bake. “Do you want to open the cranberry sauce now or later?” He hums, “Probably later, so it stays cooler.” You agree and look over at the timer on the ham, “Two hours and fifteen minutes…” He sighs, “Looks like it’s making the table time.”
You nod and stand on either side of your small kitchen table, “On the count of three, I’ll pull my end. You’ll pull yours.” You nod, and he counts, “Okay, and one, two, three!” You both pull out the table to make it longer to fit ten people. After pulling it out, you huff, “I’m glad our table expands twice.” He sighs, “Me too.” You pick up one side of the leaf while he picks up the other before setting it in and doing the same with the next.
When it’s all clicked in and properly fitted, he goes, “Alright, tablecloth next?” You nod, and he gets it from the cabinet, “The pretty green one?” He nods and pulls the one that has mistletoe berries lining the edges. You both cover the table before getting the dishes out. You hand them over to him, and he sets them out while you grab the knives, “Do the knives go on the right side or the left?” He goes, “Wherever you want them.” You laugh as you put it on the left side before lining the left with other utensils. He asks, “Napkin towels and paper ones?” You agree, and he gets out two napkin holders and puts one on each side. You fill them with paper napkins while he gets the towels and puts them in front of the plates.
“If we don’t get the 1865 wine out, Hyunggu will be whiny.” You laugh, “I don’t think he’ll whine, but he will pout.” He laughs as he agrees, and you open a bottle for him, letting it aerate, “What do you say after thirty minutes,... We have our glass?” He smiles, “I’d like that.” You nod, and you get an assortment of glasses for each person. You finish up before looking over the table. You feel him come over beside you and wrap his arm around your waist, “Look at us. We’re doing a nice job so far.” You look at him and say, “Don’t jinx it.” He laughs, “Not intending to!” He knocks on the table regardless as you both lean against each other. “But you’re right, it looks nice.”
You smile and wrap your arm around his waist, “Who do you think will arrive first?” He hums, “Probably Hoetaek and whoever he’s bringing, he got that whole integrity saying about five minutes early is on time.” You laugh as you agree, “And who’s last?” He hums, “It’s a tie, depending on who’s driving.” You wait for him to continue, and he says, “If Wooseok is driving, they’re going to be like ten minutes late, but if it’s anyone else, I’d say they’d be right about time.” “Why’s that?” “Wooseok is very careful.”
You laugh, “I believe it. But you're the only one I trust to drive me around whenever I don't want to drive.” “Baby, you’re so cute.” You laugh, “I’m telling the truth. I get to be the relaxed passenger. And I don’t even have to be the GPS. Cause you know where you’re going.” He laughs, “Yeah, I like having you as my passenger. You make all of my worries go away. Not even someone who drives fifteen under can make me mad with you by my side.” “Are you sure? Following that tractor for like two miles about killed you.” He groans, “Don't Remind me.” And you move from your relaxed position, getting close to his lips, “Don’t worry, it irritated me too.” You pull him in for a kiss, and when you pull away, you ask, “Better?” He sighs, “Always.”
The ham comes out about an hour later, and you pop the beefy onion and sweet potatoes into the oven. And turn the flame under the potatoes on the stove on as the doorbell rings, “I got it, baby.” You nod, and he kisses your cheek before heading over. And as he had predicted, Hoetaek was five minutes early with Shinwon and Jinho. Jinho asks, “What’s cooking?” You smile, “Potatoes.” You hear a gasp, and Changgu says, “You’ll have to wait until it’s on the table.” You hear the pout in Shinwon’s voice as he says, “Okay…” The four of you laugh as he answers. Changgu comes over and joins you. You turn the burners underneath the canned veggie pots on while he cuts open the bag. Hoetaek asks, “Do you guys want any help? Or?” You look at Changgu and shake your head, “No, we got it here.” The doorbell rings, “However, if you could get that.” He smiles, “Sure.”
You hear four more voices and shoes hitting the floor as you stir the potatoes around. You both turn and look as they come to the table and find their spots. Changgu asks, “Where’s Wooseok?” Yanan goes, “He was asleep last time I checked.” And before you can look at Changgu like, ‘Do we need to get him?’ the doorbell rings. You both sigh in relief as Yuto gets the door, “Sorry, I wanted five more minutes of rest!” Hoetaek chides, “You need to leave your studio sooner so you can be on time!” He whines, and you don’t hear the rest as the potatoes boil. And you mash them with butter and milk.
You put them into a serving bowl as Changgu transfers the ham onto a platter before bringing it to the table. He brings everything to the table as you pour them into bowls and place serving spoons in each. The bell rings again, and you both pull out the pans of potatoes and place them onto platters before he sets them down in front of them. You open a can of cranberry sauce before bringing that over, too.
Changgu puts the bread into the oven before you both sit down. He sits in front of the ham, and you sit beside him as he looks at everyone. He cheers, “Alright, who’s ready to eat?” You all cheer back, “I am!” And he happily serves it to everyone, ensuring everyone has a big piece before serving his last. “Let’s dig in!” Before you can get up, he goes, “I got it, honey.” You smile, and he gets up, turns off the oven, and puts the freshly done bread into two separate baskets. He returns, “Croissants on which side?” Hyunggu and Hongseok cheer for them the loudest, and he places them down in front of them while your side gets the biscuits.
With all the food out, the conversations only get louder, especially, with Changgu turning on the Bluetooth speakers to play soft Christmas music to set the mood. You gasp, “No way!” as Hyunggu talks about the Christmas play he saw, “Yeah, way! The lights started shining and out popped another new Santa Claus. This musical just kept getting more hysterical as they did it!” You all laugh at Hyunggu's stories, and Yanan talks about the Christmas lights he went and visited. Wooseok goes, “Do you guys remember when we performed in Daegu?” They all hum, and you nod, having seen their performances rather than being there, “It was so cold, but it was perfect like tonight.” You smile and thank him, and everyone agrees.
As everyone finishes their last plate, everyone talks about the plans they’ve made and gifts they’ve gotten for their families. And when there’s a lull of silence, you ask, “Who’s ready for dessert?” They all cheer, “I am!” And you happily get up, grabbing the platter of cookies, and Changgu comes in, getting the cake from the fridge. As you come back, Yuto asks, “What kind?” You smile, “We got a big assortment of cookies, including chocolate chip, plus chocolate cake!” You hear Changgu rustle in the fridge as he yells, “Oh, don’t forget the fruitcake!” And everyone lets out, “Really!?” And he turns around with the cake stand and goes, “Nah, just kidding.” You both laugh as you gesture for them to follow you, “Let’s have dessert in the living room.”
Everyone follows the two of you, pushing in their chairs as they sprawl out onto the couches and chairs. You set the platter of cookies down and head back and get everyone some napkins and plates. Everyone picks out their favorite cookies and serves themselves a piece of cake. And you sit on the arm of the couch and lean against Changgu, who is happily chatting about his recent concert, “I know, I was there!” You laugh, “Hey, but we weren’t!” Yanan protests softly, and you encourage him to go on, which he happily does and would have, anyway. You finish your slice of cake and set your empty plate on the side table beside you, which leads to everyone putting their plate on top of yours.
Hongseok goes, “We can help you clean up if you like.” You both shake your head, “No, you’re our guests tonight.” They nod, and you continue, “We just got a new dishwasher, so we want to make the most of it.” They all laugh, and Hongseok tells you, “That makes sense.” Changgu goes, “Do we look like new dishwasher owners?” He nods, “Yeah.” You laugh, “I guess we have it stamped on our foreheads.” “Yeah, basically.” And Yanan goes, “Yeah, you wouldn’t believe how excited he was about buying your first appliance together.” You laugh, “Really?” You watch as Changgu’s cheeks turn more and more red, “Yeah, he called all of us up telling us all about it.” You grin and tell them, “I told all my friends, too.” You look over at Changgu with a big smile, “We’re all getting old.” He grins and grabs your hand, “You age like fine wine.” You roll your eyes before pulling his hand up and kissing it. You smile at him, “So do you.”
As the night becomes darker and the time grows later, you let out a yawn. And so does Changgu, which makes Hui look at his clock, “I’d hate to be making us leave first, but I have a schedule in the morning.” You all whine, “The day after Christmas?” He shrugs, “Well, I’m preparing for my album...” You nod, and Shinwon and Jinho get up, too. You follow them to the door as they gather their things. Jinho is the first to thank you both for the meal. And you tell him it was fun having him and the rest of the members over. Changgu opens his arms, which Jinho reluctantly accepts before accepting your hug too.
Shinwon follows, hugging you both and telling you, “See, I told you it wasn’t going to be too hard.” You both roll your eyes at him, and Changgu tells him, “Yeah, you were right, but I’m glad it’s Yanan’s turn next year.” Shinwon laughs, “I was glad to pass the torch on to you guys.” You shake your head, “Take care of yourself.” He nods, “I will.” Hoetaek grabs one of your hands and one of Changgu’s. “You guys did so wonderfully. It was such a good dinner.” You grin and thank him, and he says, “No, seriously, you guys did an excellent job.” He brings you both in for a hug at the same time. He lets go of your hands before telling you guys to take care. You bid the three of them goodbye and wish them a Merry Christmas before watching them leave.
You return to the living room, where Yuto talks about his latest solo projects. And you all listen intently, as he does as it grows later. Hongseok gathers him, Yanan, and Hyunggu. Hongseok gingerly tells you both goodbye, giving you both a strong hug after telling you what he liked most. Hyunggu smiles as he puts his hat back on, “I didn’t expect any less from you guys. It was excellent.” You nod, and he hugs you both, and you can’t help but grin. Yanan thanks you both for the delicious dinner, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck before squeezing the both of you into a hug. And Yuto smiles, “Thanks guys, that was a wonderful meal and dessert.” You smile, “It’s no problem.” He hugs you both before exiting and following the three out the door. You both realize you forgot to wish them a Merry Christmas, so you both shout it as they enter the vehicle. And they shout it right back. You both laugh as you shut the door.
You watch them drive off before settling across from the last guest. “Wooseok!” He smiles, “I know you both probably want your alone time now.” You look over at Changgu and shrug. You tell him, “We could always watch a Christmas special or something with you.” And Changgu continues, “You couldn’t bother us with your presence.” Wooseok smiles before looking at the clock, “I know, but I can always come over later in the week.” You both agree, and he gets up, “I just wanted to say goodbye last.” You laugh at that, and you all head to the door for the last time. You go, “I can’t believe they let you drive all by yourself! You best be careful!” He laughs, “I will, don’t worry.” You both nod and hug him before he leaves. He thanks you both for the delicious meal and says, “Merry Christmas.” And you both repeat it back, “Merry Christmas.”
He exits out into the cold air. You watch him take off and leave your window. Just to turn back and see that you’re left with a mess of things to clean up. You sigh, “Glad we have that new dishwasher…” He smiles, “Did you really tell all of your friends?” You smile as you nod, and he kisses your forehead before you kiss his. He looks back at the mess ahead of him and shakes his head, “We’ll still have to clean up the rest of it, though.” You sigh even louder, “We got a lot to do.” You look around at the mess for a while longer, “You want to leave it for later?” He sighs in relief, “Oh yeah, let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.” You smile, and you both head up to the bathroom and change into your pajamas.
After you return from the bathroom, you both collapse in your bed, “We’ll do the dishes tomorrow.” He laughs and pulls you into his arms, “Yeah, tomorrow.” You curl into his chest, “We did a good job.” “Yeah.” “I’m glad it’s over.” He hums, “Me too. Good luck to Yanan next year.” You laugh, “Yeah, good luck, Yanan.” You pull the covers over the both of you, “I love you. Good night.” “Good night, I love you more.” “Ggu…” He pouts, and you go, “I love you most.” He giggles as he says, “I love you mostest.” You roll your eyes, “I love you the most mostest.” “Nuh-uh.” “Yeah-huh.” “Nuh-uh.” “Yeah-huh. Good night, Ggu.” “Nuh-uh, I love you even more. Good night, my love.” You groan and whisper, “I love you even more than that.” Before drifting off to sleep, he says softly before falling asleep, “I love you two round trips to the moon and back, baby.”
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i NEED pentagon blogs. does anyone know some?
#pentagon#ptg#pentagon x reader#jinho#hui#hoetaek#hongseok#shinwon#yeoone#changgu#yanan#yuto#kino#hyunggu#wooseok
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Day 10: Skinny dipping + Yeo One
Pairing: Yeo One x female reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 2002
Warnings: Dirty talk, thigh riding, nipple play (male receiving), fingering, slight biting, public sex, unprotected sex, they’re drinking alcohol but still sober/consenting
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
“Hey, are you okay? You look kinda mad,” your friend says, but she’s fighting back a smile.
You kinda hate her right now for inviting you over to the house she’s watching without any prior notice. You also kinda hate her for not telling you to bring a bathing suit so you could swim in the giant heated pool. But most of all, you hate her for not telling you that her boyfriend’s hot friend was also going to be present.
“No, I’m not okay!” you whisper-yell at her, gesturing towards Changgu standing a few feet away. “He’s hot and I’m totally unprepared!”
Your friend giggles. “I knew you’d chicken out if I told you he was coming, so I made an executive decision.”
With a roll of your eyes, you let out a huff. “But I don’t even have a bathing suit!”
“Trust me, I don’t mind.” You whip your head around to see Changgu walking up behind you, two drinks in his hands. He winks and holds one cup out to you, which your friend takes as her cue to scurry away. You decide to deal with her later.
“Very funny,” you laugh nervously, but you accept the red cup from his hand and take a sip. You gag a little; what the hell did Hyunggu put in this jungle juice and why is it burning?
Changgu leads you over to the far side of the pool where there’s a cabana, the two of you sitting down together. Your friend and her boyfriend are sitting by the fire pit with the rest of the people she invited over, not noticing that you’ve both slipped away.
“I was just kidding earlier,” Changgu says, looking over his cup at you. “I don’t want you to think I’m a creep or anything.”
You wave your hands frantically, turning your attention back to the man across from you. “No, I know you were joking! I just didn’t expect you to be right behind me.”
Changgu smirks, poking his cheek with his tongue as he looks down at his drink. You feel incredibly nervous talking to him one-on-one like this, but at least you think you’re managing it well.
“So, are you gonna go swimming with us later?” he asks you. You shake your head.
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit, remember?” You look over at your friend across the pool and sigh. “I can’t believe she forgot to tell me to bring one.”
“Well, like I said earlier, I don’t mind.” Changgu is smirking when you glance at him, scooting closer to where you sit. “You’re hot.”
You take a big sip of your drink, the burn almost making you choke. But anything seems better than meeting his eyes while he drapes his arm across the back of your seat.
“Thanks,” you mumble, not really sure what to say. He’s putting the moves on heavy and you can barely keep up.
“Will you please swim with me?” he asks, voice as sweet as syrup. You lift your head just in time for him to grab your chin, his face impossibly close to yours. You almost want to close your eyes in case he decides to kiss you.
Changgu backs away suddenly and pulls his shirt off with a grin, challenging you. You don’t want to chicken out, but he’s so hot and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little afraid of what his reaction to your body will be.
“I don’t bite,” he teases, looking you up and down. “Unless you’re into that, of course.”
Fuck it, you think. When will a chance like this come again? He’s always got pretty girls around him every other time you’ve crossed paths; tonight, he’s all yours. You grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, then unhook your bra and toss it aside too. You don’t stop to see his reaction, you just continue shoving your jeans and panties down until you’re totally bare. You quickly jump into the pool before anyone from the fire pit looks over, hiding yourself in the water.
Changgu jumps in a moment later. You’re thankful that the pool lights are dimmed, so neither one of you is actually that exposed. It still sends a thrill through your body though.
“I’m surprised you actually did it,” he tells you, swimming up to where you’re leaning against the wall. He places both of his arms on either side of you, locking you in. Changgu slides one leg between yours, his thigh just barely brushing against your pussy. He dips his head down next to your ear and kisses the skin there. “Aren’t you afraid they’ll see you?”
You look over his shoulder at your other friends. You don’t actually want to get caught, but the idea is hot enough that you slide your pussy along his thigh in response. “I’m sure you’ll keep me hidden,” you answer.
Changgu growls and reaches below the water to grab your hips. He pulls you flush against his chest, your breasts trapped between you. “I’ve wanted to see you like this for a while,” he admits, palming your ass. “Hyunggu warned me not to mess with you since you’re his friend, but I don’t have any bad intentions.”
You raise your eyebrows. “So getting me naked in a pool is pure of heart?” You snicker a little as he pauses, pulling back slightly.
“Well,” Changgu starts, sucking in a breath as he looks down at you. “I’m still a man, after all.”
You rub your hands across his chest, taking in the way his muscles shudder when you brush your thumbs over his nipples. You can feel his cock hardening against your thigh, excitement running through your veins. Having this much power over a man so attractive is really getting you going.
“Can I fuck you?” he asks suddenly, so suddenly that you let out a little snort. As if you could say no at this point, your pussy throbbing with the need to feel him inside of you. You hook your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
“Please do,” you whisper against his lips, rocking your pussy over his cock. Changgu groans, squeezing your ass once before he slips a finger inside of you. The water doesn’t do much in terms of lubrication, but you’re turned on enough that it doesn’t really matter.
You eye your group of friends over his shoulder again, almost hoping someone will turn and make eye contact with you. Would they call you out, alert the others? Or would they stay quiet, watching the little show you’re putting on? You moan softly in Changgu’s ear, his finger pressing against your spot at the same moment.
“Shh,” he coos, stroking your hip with his free hand. “You don’t want to get caught, right?” He looks down at you and slowly a smirk starts to spread across his face. “Or maybe you do? What a dirty girl you are, I wouldn’t have guessed.”
He adds another finger, making you rock against his hand. “That’s it,” he encourages, kissing along the shell of your ear. You grip his wrist tightly, keeping his hand in place while you chase your high.
“Ah, Changgu,” you sigh, eyes falling closed. Your other hand comes up to play with your breasts, pinching your nipples. “Feels so good.”
He bites down on the spot between your neck and shoulder, immediately soothing the area with his tongue. You slide your hand down between your bodies and take his hard cock in your hand, stroking it.
“I’m ready,” you insist, but Changgu shakes his head.
“I’m bigger than I look, baby,” he says with a laugh. You whine, but allow him to insert a third finger. The stretch feels good, but it’s just not enough for you. You’re grinding desperately against his palm, pressing your clit against the heel of his hand for friction.
“Changgu please, I need you now,” you moan, digging your fingernails into his shoulders while you squeeze his cock in your hand. You glance over at your friend group again just to make sure you’re not about to get caught. Luckily, everyone is laughing loudly and not paying any attention to you two.
Changgu grunts, pulling his fingers out of you. You line his cock up with your entrance and he starts pushing in, your walls gripping him tightly. “Oh my god,” he sighs, squeezing your ass in his hands. “You’re so tight for me, baby.”
You bite down on his shoulder to keep quiet. He was right, his cock is a lot bigger than it looks. You feel impossibly full, but you want him to start moving.
“Move,” you beg, gripping his shoulders tightly as you lock your ankles behind his back. Changgu adjusts his grip on your hips and pulls out until just the tip remains. When he pushes back into you, your eyes roll back in your head slightly.
“You’re doing good,” he tells you, his pace slow. The water is still splashing a bit too loudly, and you’re a little worried it’s going to draw attention to the two of you. On the other hand, you’re almost past the point of caring. Nothing really matters now that Changgu is inside of you, filling you up so perfectly.
The pleasure starts building inside of you slowly, but when you feel him reach between your bodies to rub your clit, you almost shout out loud. The force you bite down on your lip with is so harsh that you’re surprised you don’t start bleeding.
“Changgu,” you hiss. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
He kisses your neck and you can feel him smirk. “That’s the point, sweetheart. Come for me so we have an excuse to go inside and I can fuck you again, but properly.”
His words send you right over the edge, your hips bucking against him as you cum. You don’t even want to look at your friend group to see if anyone’s noticed; now that your orgasm is wearing off, you only feel embarrassed that you’ve just had sex in the pool.
Changgu pulls out of you and climbs out of the pool, walking over to the cabana where he left his swim trunks and t-shirt. He puts on his trunks and offers you the t-shirt, which definitely looks long enough to cover you. You climb out of the pool and put it on, thankful when it falls to the middle of your thigh.
“Come on, beautiful,” he says, reaching out to grab your hand. You don’t know why you feel shy now, but you avoid his gaze as you allow him to lead you over to the fire pit where the rest of your friends are.
Hyunggu spots the two of you first, whistling as he takes in your appearance. Your friend hits him in the arm, then laughs at your connected hands.
“I knew it was a good idea to not tell you to bring a bathing suit!” Your mouth drops open at her admission and you start to lunge at her, but Changgu catches you by the waist. Before you can react, he throws you over his shoulder, his hand on your ass to keep the shirt from riding up and flashing everyone at the fire pit.
“We’re going to find towels, we’ll be back later!” he says, carrying you off towards the house. You try to wriggle yourself free from his grip, but he’s a lot stronger than he looks.
Once the two of you are inside, Changgu’s hand slides under the fabric of the shirt. He pinches your ass lightly, laughing at the yelp you let out in response.
“Let’s go find the master bedroom so we can fuck in there,” he says, setting you down on the floor. He leans down for a kiss, pulling your body against his. “I want to hear all your pretty sounds this time.”
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< Masterlist >
. . . genre S smut SUG suggestive FL fluff A angst
. . . reader GN genderneutral F afab M amab
Pentagon
. . . jo jinho
[S][F] Busted. - Jinho has always claimed he doesn’t like oral. But seeing you taste your own cum makes it difficult for him to keep disliking it.
. . . yang hongseok
[S,FL][F] just me and you - Whenever you and your best friend want to have a sleepover, it would always be at your place, since his place was small and would be uncomfortable for two people to stay at. He recently moved however, and to celebrate that, you are staying over at his place for the first time. But you didn’t expect it to be THAT different.
. . . yeo changgu
[FL][GN] A cover model, only for your eyes to see - Your relationship with Changgu has been nothing but lovey dovey so far, and when Changgu asks you to visit him at his Men’s Health photoshoot, you can’t say no. But this would mean you would see him shirtless for the first time, and you didn’t expect the view to affect you that much.
[SUG] PART 1 [S] PART 2
. . . kang hyunggu
[S][GN] A private afterparty - Kang Hyunggu was one of the members of your project group, and he’s also one of the most loved people in your year. You’re good friends with him, and after this party you decide to hang out just a bit longer. It just isn’t a very common way of hanging out when you’re friends…
Tomorrow X Together
. . . choi yeonjun
[S,SUG][GN] Carpe Diem - Seize the day, why not have some fun with each other?
[SUG][GN] thought #1- bf!yeonjun is proud of you for passing your course, and thinks you deserve a reward
[SUG, S?][GN] thought #2 - teasing yeonjun is fun until he punishes you for it (or is that part of the fun?)
. . . choi beomgyu
[SUG][GN] Lyric prank - Beomgyu was feeling nostalgic and watched some old YouTube videos, revisited some old trends. One of them was the ‘lyric pranks’, which were a huge thing, and a joke he used to pull quite often on his friends. But since he’s now in a relationship, he knows exactly on who to pull the prank. And he knows exactly which song.
. . . kang taehyun
[S][F] goodnight, you're so tight sleep tight - after a long day, all you just wanted was to snuggle up with your boyfriend in bed and drift to sleep. he wanted something else.
Stray Kids
. . . bang chan
[S][GN] A picture for a picture - Chan is on tour with the rest of the group, and you as his significant other obviously miss him a lot. And he misses you too. He just misses you a bit more today than other days…
. . . lee minho
[S][GN] thought #1 - pathetic minho, and that on christmas…
. . . han jisung
[F][GN] i like the view right now - Late night talks made you discover that you both love stars. And Jisung knows the perfect place in his hometown to go stargazing.
. . . lee felix
[A][GN] Deep End - Sometimes, one fight can break a person entirely. And unfortunately, this was the case in your relationship.
SEVENTEEN
. . . choi seungcheol
[S][GN] thought #1 - texting one of your friends while seungcheol fucks you
. . . boo seungkwan
[SUG, S?][GN] thought #1 - just seungkwan pinning you up against a wall, choking you, and calling you his slutty toy
[S][F] you could be a hand model - sometimes you need a break from studying. and sometimes you suddenly notice that seungkwan has very nice hands. and sometimes you really want those hands to touch you.
A.C.E
. . . group
[F][GN] A.C.E comforting you when you’re afraid of failing your exams
Other groups/idols
. . . BTOB lee minhyuk
[S][GN] Whiskey - You’ve been single for a while and were looking for a casual hookup. And let there be one guy who wants to order whiskey for you.
#baby-iloveyou masterlist#pentagon#ptg#txt#tomorrow x together#stray kids#skz#seventeen#svt#a.c.e#ace#btob
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m.list !!
lee huitaek/hoetaek (hui):
[hui's high pitched screams are in place of no works. - cube staff]
jo jinho:
ko/go shinwon:
yeo changgu (yeoone):
yanan:
[causing silent chaos somewhere, lurking]
yang hongseok:
adachi yuto/yuuto:
kang hyunggu:
[embarrased he has to match hui and shinwon, hiding]
jung wooseok:
kim hyojong (e'dawn):
i will write romance + smut for him on request. he just got out of a relationship with hyuna. be nice.
all members:
kim hongjoong:
[ran away to the studio to work on something]
park seonghwa:
[poor mama can't catch a break]
jung wooyoung:
[he's trying to get rough-talked again because he likes it]
jeong yunho:
[him and minjae are going around and calling each other brothers]
song mingi:
[just being happy little mufasa]
kang yeosang:
[ordering as much chicken as he can]
choi san:
[being a sex demon again]
choi jongho:
[breaking apples and singing tears]
moon taeil:
[being a grandpa, he's sick of this shit]
qian kun:
[yelling at the younger members starting from 99s-jisung]
seo johnny:
[he's eating chicago pizza and crying]
lee taeyong:
[febreezing all the fucking dorms]
kim doyoung:
[he's hiding in his room]
kim jungwoo:
[he's being a puppy to get taeyong to cook]
dong sicheng (winwin):
[running from taeil's monstrous love]
nakamoto yuta:
[eating taiyaki and sharing with shotaro]
jung jaehyun:
[he's preparing to work overtime]
chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten):
[ENGLISH TEN, ENGLISH NO NOT THAI]
wong yukhei/wong xuxi (lucas):
[freaking out about the discovery of nana and nearly crushing louis]
na jaemin:
[reminding lucas he's nana for the third year in a row]
xiao dejun (xiaojun):
[jasmine is really muscular]
wong kunhuang (hendery):
[he's in macau touring with big byung]
liu yangyang:
[he's freaking out in german, give him a second]
zhong chenle:
[flexing his money again]
huang renjun:
[he's planning the death of a dream member]
lee mark:
[my baby said she wanna dance she wanna leave me, huh? FUCK]
lee jeno:
[let him recover from being tied up and being ridden]
jung sungchan:
[he's playing games with your heart, i'm sorry]
lee donghyuck (haechan):
[consistent with his 37.5% show rating]
osaki shotaro:
[he's being the cutest fucking otter alive and you're here for it]
park jisung:
[he's on his way to becoming a tiktok fuckboi]
moon hyunbin:
[casting a spell for peace, maybe?]
choi seokwon (tan):
[can put you in a chokehold but has a cute face so like- I TAP OUT]
kim byeonggun (hwi):
[cupid is making him do secretary work]
terazono keita:
[still waiting on the phone papa rain promised him]
yeom taegyun (tag):
[leave mans alone, he's doing highschool rapper 4 n stressing]
gil dohwan:
[he's yodeling..somewhere]
park sungwon (won):
[snuck out for a poetry slam]
son seungjun (castle j):
[producing some type of track]
nam seungmin (bic):
[he's not a pen, promise]
song minjae:
[dammit minjae..you're so tall, i mistook you for yunho!]
no huijun:
[getting a black belt in taekwondo]
bang junhyuk (win):
[he's making your brain rot with his deep voice like felix]
lee hangyul:
[putting you in a choke hold with his all day performance]
park junseo:
[he's dancing his bones off]
jeon minwook (j-min):
[trying to go to the olympics in professional flexibility]
jung gun (yoojun):
[making 'fuck you' necklaces to choke bit with]
kim hyunwoo (muzin):
[trying to meditate before he goes off]
ryu yeongseo:
[trying to become the next twice member]
na gyumin (doha):
[drawing webtoons about the chaos of this group]
noh minjae (bit):
[tormenting yoojun and j-min with cucumbers]
nam dohyon:
[auditioning for SMTM with his milk mixtape]
lune:
[he's so pretty they're making him model schoolgirl uniforms]
heechan:
[he's being hyper again...MOOM]
e-chan:
[his mind is blank leave him alone]
yuku:
[eating dango and watchinge veryone with a happy smile]
junseo:
[lurking somewhere
D1:
[he's telling everyone he's not a athlete]
harry-june:
[flustered about something]
teo:
[working out again]
GK:
[chicken GK, chicken GK, chicken GK]
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what about punish, mock, choke and destroy? for your WIP game
None for mock or destroy. These aren’t edited.
Punish:
This is your punishment. You were late to your session with Changgu so now he’s taking it out on your body.
Yeo One x Reader x Hongseok
“If I don’t punish you now, what’s to stop you from trying to leave again?”
Baekhyun x reader
Choke:
You watch them for a moment, their excited giggles filling the bubbling dredd circling you and your team leader like a icy and torned vine ready to lash out and choke you at any moment.
Mingyu x Reader
Send me an ask from my WIP ask game
#anon 💕#ask games#wip game#current wips#yeo one#hongseok#pentagon smut#pentagon x reader#yandere baekhyun#exo smut#mingyu x reader#svt smut#kpop smut#kpop x reader#writeformesinpie
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senior | yeo one
w.c ↠ 1.1k
pairing/s ↠ yeo one x fem!reader
genre/s ↠ office au!, senior!changgu, established relationship au!, inexperienced!reader, dom!changgu, corruption kink, semi public, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, creampie
description ↠ changgu was one of the first people you met at your new workplace a month ago. since then, you’ve been in a risky workplace relationship with him.
warning/s ↠ sexual themes, unprotected sex
a/n ↠ sorry this took me so long to write! I just am in love with office aus atm as you can maybe tell, just alternate universes in general tbh. it’s actually my birthday today ;-; I'm now 21.
requested by anon
“You’re not supposed to fill that form out like that, you know.”
When you turned your head to glare at your boyfriend and senior coworker Changgu, he offered you an innocent grin in response.
“I’m just trying to help. You know I want to go home. That outfit looks really good, and I wanna get rid of it.”
You adjusted the collar of your blouse with hot cheeks, knowing precisely what he was insinuating.
It was the early stages of your relationship with Changgu. You had been placed under his wing when you first started working there, and there was an immediate connection. Soon you were arriving at work in the same car.
You were in a heated place with him after only a few weeks of dating. It was an impossible task to keep your hands off each other during the day. Now it was nighttime, and Changgu’s pupils were blown with arousal.
“You’re dirty,” you replied with a huff, although you were pressing your thighs together to mask your excitement.
Changgu peered at you for a moment through his honeyed irises. He seemed to be devising something. A slow grin spread across his thick lips as cogs turned in his head.
“You know,” he hummed, resting his large hands on your shoulders from behind, “I’m pretty sure we’re completely alone right now.”
Immediately your head was clouded with warmth, and your thoughts emptied due to only one sentence. You breathed out slowly to compose yourself, “n-not here, Oppa. It’s too risky.”
“We won’t get caught,” Changgu purred, now leaning over so that his lips could hover over your ear. You could feel his hot breath clouding against your cheek.
“Changgu,” you mumbled, your skin electric, desperate for contact. Changgu chuckled lowly, loosening his tie and stepping back.
“You need me to take care of you, don’t you, sweetheart?” He asked, and you could not bear to look at him, your face flushed out of arousal.
“I-I’ve never done this in public before,” you stammered. Changgu laughed, “you’re cute. Come here.”
Your legs were wobbly as you finally stood, and your boyfriend flashed you a grin before tugging you from your desk.
Your floor manager had a separate office, which you rarely visited. Changgu led you inside, opening the door to a dim room with tall windows and a desk. The sky through the windows was a dark shade of navy. You stepped inside, and Changgu closed the door behind you.
He immediately pounced, cupping your face between his large hands and kissing you. It was a deep kiss that dazed you. You had to grasp his white dress shirt to remain steady.
Within moments his hand was between your thighs, hiking up your skirt to reveal more flesh. You mewled when his fingers pushed between the folds of your pussy.
“You’re so wet,” Changgu hummed, “aren’t you starting to get hornier recently?”
You blushed, retorting, “isn’t that your fault?”
He merely laughed, pushing you back against the floor manager’s desk. You sat atop the wooden surface, knocking over a cup holder and scrunching papers. He settled between your legs, a devious smile on his face.
“You have to stay quiet, okay?” Changgu ordered, wasting no time by pushing aside your underpants. He was rough as he slid his fingers over your bare pussy, circling over your clit. Eventually, he settled one palm over your mouth because you failed to keep quiet.
To be honest, you had been staring at him all day. He looked stunning, with his thick forearms, tan skin, and dark raven hair pushed back over his forehead. By this stage, you were swollen with arousal. It had been a long wait.
“You’re not very obedient, are you?” Changgu chuckled, pushing his thumb hard against your clit. You threw your head back, crying out against his hand.
Suddenly, you came; it was unexpected for both you and him. You were seeing stars, your head spinning.
Changgu laughed amusedly, “cute. You cum so quickly still.”
Sometimes he could be a little cruel. Today would be one of those days.
“One more time for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, rubbing harsh circles over your clit with his thumb. Your legs were trembling as he forced a second orgasm out of you. You could only sob against his palm, tears running down your chin.
By the time you opened your eyes, you had realised you had squirted all over the desk and floor and Changgu’s hand. He was laughing, licking your juices off his fingers. You flushed with embarrassment.
“You idiot,” you huffed, trying to catch your breath, “we made such a mess.”
“It’s fine,” he soothed, “come here.”
Changgu pulled you up against him because your legs were quivering from the repeated orgasms. He wrapped your leg around his waist, unbuttoning his black dress pants to reveal a sliver of his grey underpants.
You could see his boner pressing up against the dark fabric of his pants. The sight of it, combined with Changgu’s thick scent in the air, made you dizzy with desire.
“Hurry up,” you pleaded, and your boyfriend laughed, “you’re getting needy. I like this side of you, though~.”
Changgu pulled his thick cock free, dropping his pants to the floor. He stroked it a few times before sliding it between your pussy folds. You clasped his shoulders tighter.
Abruptly, Changgu filled you up in one stroke. Your head lulled back and you gasped, your toes curling. He started to fuck you at a casual pace, letting his hips meet with yours. Even at this pace, you were shuddering with pleasure.
“Changgu!” You gasped, and he grinned, fucking you at a harder pace that made your vision blur. Beneath the buzz of your ears, you heard him speak, “open your mouth.”
You did as he ordered, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Changgu let a wad of spit fall onto your tongue and you swallowed it, tasting his sweet saliva.
“Good girl,” he praised, grabbing your hair and pulling it so that your face was an inch from his. He kissed you deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You could hardly concentrate on the kiss, his cock hitting spots that tipped you over the edge.
“Cum one more time for me,” Changgu breathed. You nodded, shutting your eyes tightly and letting an orgasm crash over you.
You ascended into the ceiling, unaware of anything else for a few moments. You could hear Changgu cumming too, thrusting deeply inside of you and filling you up.
By the time you recovered, you realised you were covered in sweat and that you had semen dripping down your inner thigh. Changgu had been observing you, his hair messy and his forehead shiny.
He fell away from you, pulling his pants back up and readjusting himself.
“Let’s get that form filled out, hm?”
You pouted, “I can do it myself, you know.”
Changgu turned back to you, now mostly fixed. He adjusted his tie, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
“You need to clean up your mess. And I want to get you home, now.”
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can you make a reaction of pentagon if they gonna see their ex girlfriend after break up
a/n: Hihi! I know I said two weeks, but I've been balancing school and home life. I'm also re-reading this piece I wrote a while back and brainstorming for new things. Also, I've never written reactions before, so I hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry this is so late.
words: 2.2k
>>Masterlist
Jinho
He would be the type to avoid a meet-up.
It’s not like the relationship ended badly, but it’s for convenience.
Jinho wouldn’t want to step on your feelings if there were any remaining
Honestly, for him, there was still something left over
He's delusional. Literally gaslighting himself to think he’s avoiding you for your sake.
The meet-up would be accidental like it was meant to happen.
Jinho honestly hadn’t been out of his apartment in a few weeks. He had been having second thoughts about the entire breakup. Was it the best decision? He wasn’t sure. Although, the food had run out in his house, and takeout was expensive these days.
He was walking through the isles bored when he saw a familiar figure. He didn’t see your face, but he didn’t have to. Something inside him wanted to approach you, but he didn’t. He couldn’t and he didn’t know why. He would rather die than go up to you. He stood there for minutes wondering whether to move past you or do a 180.
He ended up just staring at you, taking in this moment of seeing you again. You were looking at some snacks on the shelf when you turned your head and looked over at him. He watched as the smile spread on your face, and how you waved at him. He reciprocated it, all without much thought. The moment flew by too fast for him because, in the next second, you were gone for the next item on your grocery list.
Hui
Hui would most likely become obsessed with his work
Anything to distract himself
Maybe he’d blow money for some serotonin
Anything to give him a quick whiff of some happiness
He’s been writing songs like crazy and they're all sappy breakup songs
He doesn’t like any of them though
He needs a break and a bad
Hui needed some time out of his studio which was now too stuffy for him. Just a simple walk would do for him. For what he meant for a short walk around the building, he ended up in a park nearby. He sat on a swing slowly rocking back and forth. His eyes were closed taking in the sound around him. It was quiet, barely anyone was around. Still, the sound of the wind and the trees slowly dancing to it making their sound, The casual cars driving by in the background. That was the serenity and peace he had been looking for this whole time.
When he finally opened his eyes he noticed a familiar figure sitting at a bench. They were eating lunch alone with their head down. He didn’t have to see their face to know who it was. He smiled to himself, maybe this was the motivation and clarity he sought.
Hongseok
He’d be more of the jealous type.
He’s most likely the type to stalk a page
He made a fake account just for you!
okay, maybe that’s not that charming.
he regrets his decision though
he's sincere about that
Lately, Hongseok had been feeling like you were losing interest in him, or you were getting over this. With all that he still felt for you, he couldn’t let you. He still couldn’t let you go and needed something to drag you in with him. So, he devised a plan. He would “randomly” meet up with you.
He got used to the schedule that you had, and have, so it wasn’t that hard to find you. He had crossed your path multiple times after the break-up, but neither of you had decided to go and talk to each other. He was too shy, and you wanted to get over him. It was better for you anyway, and sometimes seeing him just hurt.
Not this time when you saw him. You two had managed to get on the same bus. Although, you knew hongseok had a car and could drive. It made you wonder what happened to him after you two separated. You locked eyes with him, and he shared a smile with you. He took that as an invitation to come closer to you on the bus. He made small talk with you for most of the ride. Something about the whole experience felt like deja vu almost as if you had met him again, but in a new life.
Shinwon
He plays it off but he’s most definitely hurting
He hangs around other people for a distraction
He is not okay though
When he’s alone or at home he mostly pouts
Dont come about his mood though because he will snap
He also won't leave the house unless he has to
The guys have to make him come out, so they take him to an inside amusement park
They may spoil him a bit too much.
It seemed like Shinwon was as good as new. He was smiling, laughing, and making his awful jokes. Honestly, Jinho and Hui kind of wished they left him at home. It seemed like this was the perfect thing to bring him back from being a literal human zombie.
They were walking around the theme park when he saw you giggling with your friends. You guys had rented school uniforms on. He was happy that you were happy though. The way you laughed or held your friend's hand. He didn’t notice how long he had been staring.
He was sent back to reality when Jinho tapped him on the shoulder. “You ready to head out already?” Shinwon looked back at him just nodding. He didn’t know if Jinho knew if he was looking at you or not. Either way, nothing was mentioned on the way home.
Changgu
He lives in a cafe.
Or he visits it a lot
Either way, he wants to run into you
First, it was the old cafe you two used to visit
Then your favorite cafe
But nothing, he couldn’t
One day he gave up and just started to work part-time at a random cafe
He was working late nights due to his day job. He was enjoying working at a cafe. He loved the smell of coffee beans after all, and wouldn’t complain if he smelled like them all day. One thing was for sure though, he brought a lot of business to the cafe.
Everyone went to the cafe to see the cute barista. He smiled with all of the new attention, but he wasn’t quite sure if he enjoyed it or not. Some part of him still hoped that one day you would walk into those doors. He convinced himself that all of the girls he turned down were for you. He was staying loyal to you.
The only problem was that he only worked at the late-night, and it was not the most favorable time for a cup of coffee.
One night while he was making one of his famous cups of coffee, he heard a familiar laugh. His head shot up, he had to see your face again. Although, he frowned as soon as he spotted you in the crowd. Your arm was locked around another guy’s laughing and leaning into him.
He frowned and turned over to his coworker, “I'm taking my 15.”
Yanan
The relationship was short
Surely not long enough for deep feelings
That's what he thought before he broke the news to you
But lately, he had been missing you
Denies it and tries to play it slick
I’m thinking this is like a college fling thing
So you guys could run into one another
Finals were coming up and Yanan was in the library with his head stuck in one of the textbooks. He had been there for hours, and he was starting to get hungry. He had a six-hour final that he was preparing for, and he could not flunk it. He searched in his bags to see if he had any snacks left over. Luckily he still had some, leaning back and eating it.
He took that time to scan his surroundings. He had been focused on his work for so long that he hadn’t noticed the amount of people that had come and gone. This time around he noticed you dozed off on a desk. Your head was lying on a textbook sleeping soundly. You looked so pretty to him. He went close to you and put your jacket over you.
He didn’t quite understand his actions or what possessed him to buy snacks for you. He smiled to himself as he wrote a note. He teased you about falling asleep in the library and how you should take better care of yourself. He didn’t sign the note, smirking. Maybe he could tease you more like this in the future.
Yuto
He is already a quiet person, so I feel like he kept the relationship very private
Barely anyone knew that the two of you had broken up
The break up wasn’t on good terms
The two of you could not agree on something
He hated arguments and everything that came with it
He also hated telling you when he disagreed with something because it would lead to even more arguments even if it didn’t have to be one
The two of you were petty anyways
He tried to avoid you, and the places you hung out frequently
Yuto was out with a large group of friends. It was unusual for him, but he was enjoying the extra company. They were at a large shopping mall, so it wasn’t an ideal place to be. He was quieter than usual. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to draw a lot of attention to himself. That was the reason. He wanted some quiet time but didn’t want to be alone. Maybe this was the best solution for him.
He thought of himself over the relationship. Maybe he was being too harsh, but he thought if he heard that you died in a week or so he wouldn’t care. Okay, that was cruel of him, but he needed some way to distance himself.
The sad part was, when he saw you at a store with another guy, his heart sank. He was mad that he still felt some type of way about it and about you. He was disappointed in himself, nonetheless, he played it off and went on with his day.
Kino
I'm going with the cliche trope
He’s just a party guy to me
And I think he’d go to parties to let off his cool. Especially if it was a harsh break-up
I feel like he’d still be jealous and possessive after the relationship
If anyone would try to say something bad about you, he would get mad at them.
He’s still sweet as ever, even if it ended on bad terms or not
Kino was at a party, like usual. He had a huge social circle. He was floating around the party talking to a lot of different people. He was feeling better tonight. He preferred to put himself out there when he didn’t feel up to it. Honestly, he was feeling a lot better.
He did notice you when you walked in, it would be hard for him not to stare. He watched over you, still feeling protective. He knew a lot of the people at the party, some of them having a bad reputation. He would rather watch over you from a distance, not ready to face you.
That didn’t matter when a random guy came up to you. He didn’t know him, but he could not stand the fact that another man was talking to you. He came up to you putting his arm over your shoulder casually.
“I forgot to ask you what drink you wanted.” Kino kept a sly smirk on his face. You looked a little upset and surprised to see him there, but he just brushed it off. It was fun to cock-block you.
Wooseok
I think he would be quieter about the breakup
He seems like he keeps more to himself
But he’s generally sweet to everyone
I think the motivation would be down
He wants to keep things on good terms, but that doesn’t mean friends.
He’s not the type to text you after
Unless he needed something
Wooseok had gathered up some motivation lately, after looking at how messy his life had been lately. He was picking his stuff up and putting things in their right places. During that, he found some items that were yours, and he noticed that some of his things had been missing. He frowned, he didn’t want to do any confronting, but he wanted his things back. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?
His hands were sweaty as he texted you. He simply stated that he had a few of your things and he thought that you had a few of his. It was simple and he tried to be as polite as possible. He was not trying to make anyone upset.
After a few days you hadn’t answered his text, so he tried again. This time his tone was a little hasty, and when you responded, it was in an aggravated tone. He was confused. You didn’t want to meet with him and made that clear. He suggested mail, but that seemed to upset you as well.
When he saw you later that week on the street, he said nothing. He did nothing. Any feelings that he had left over for you, were gone. Then he knew he could move on.
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Christmas Tree
Summary: The annual Christmas tree lighting ceremony.
Oneshot
Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers au
Word Count: 1,253
Changgu (Yeo One) X Reader
Requested: The 12 days of winter thing is so cute omg!! 🥺 Maybe #7 for Changgu or Kiki? I think it'd fit well for either of them so whichever you prefer<3
Prompt: 7. “Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine”
[A/n: I really hope you like this 🥺💖 it's not my best work. But I still hope you're able to enjoy it; it may be a little cheesy tho. Thank you so much for requesting, Kebbi 🥺😭💖]
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You’re leaving work after a boring shift when you hear your phone ring; you dig it out from the depths of your pockets and see it’s Changgu. Your best friend, who you have slight feelings for, you excitedly answer, “Hey, Changgu! What’s up?” You can almost hear his grin as he goes, “Us right now!” You roll your eyes as he continues, “I was wondering if you’d like to watch the Christmas tree lighting with me?” You grin, “Yeah, I would love to!” He goes, “Alright, I’ll pick you up in an hour, okay?” You nod before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Okay, that works for me! See you later, Ggu!” “See you later, (N/n)!” And with that, he hangs up, and you make it the rest of the way home.
You change out of your work clothes and into something warm and cozy. Before relaxing in front of the TV, the Christmas specials serving as background noise to your phone scrolling. You catch the time and see it’s about to turn to the next hour and pull on your winter coat and shoes. As you hear your front door ring, you grin, “One second!” You hear his muffled agreement before you walk out of the door and see him and ask, “Are you ready to see the tree all lit up?” He grins, “I am! Are you?” You nod happily and follow him out to his car.
He holds the door open for you, all gentlemanly-like, and you shake your head with a smile before sitting in the seat. You click your seatbelt in as he shuts your door, you smirk and reach over and pop his door open, and he shakes his head as you push it out. He catches the door with a sigh and slides into his seat as you slide back into yours. He clicks his seatbelt on before turning over the car and turning on the heat. You immediately put your hands on the vents to warm them up. His music softly plays through the speakers, and you can’t help but feel more at peace as you watch him drive.
Within less than fifteen minutes, you guys arrive and find a parking spot, “Oh, look, the crowd is starting to gather now!” You say with excitement as he reverses into a parallel space and pulls in. “Oh wow, look at how huge the tree is!” He cheers, filled with excitement too. You grin before getting out of the car and waiting for him on the sidewalk, “Let’s find a nice spot to view it!” He nods, and you two walk beside each other. And you ask, “So, anything exciting at work or home?” He hums, “It’s been peaceful, almost too peaceful…” You grin, “Do you think someone is up to something, then?” He shakes his head, “Yes, but no. Shinwon is always up to something, so that’s nothing new. But the others? They’re hiding presents from each other. So, it's leading to more sneaking around and suspicion. It's amusing to see their prying eyes every time someone comes home.” You nod, “Oh~ Where are you hiding yours then?” He grins, “My car. I sleep with my keys for a reason.” You shake your head at him, “Weird but not out of a reason.” He laughs, “What about you?” You shrug, “It’s been boring with the holidays right around the corner. Everything has come to a lull, it seems.” He nods, “But that’s nice, though. Isn’t it?” You smile, “Only if there is something fun to do afterward.” He smiles, “Does this count?” You grin, “Absolutely!” He nods, and you guys spot a place on the side where you can see the tree without being blocked by others and quickly head over to it.
He looks down at his watch, “Twenty minutes until the lights come on!” The two of you sway to the carolers singing in front of the tree and softly sing along. When it’s five minutes til the carolers clear out and join the crowd. And everyone gathers in closer to watch the lights, and to keep you close, Changgu places his hand on your waist, “You okay?” You nod, “You?” He nods as everyone grows silent and begins to brim with anticipation.
When the first stage, the lowest branches on the tree light up, everyone ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. And the lights continue turning on until it reaches the very top. The golden star glows brightly and shines so beautifully in the night. You gasp as cheers break out in the crowd and turn towards Changgu, “Woah! Isn’t that the brightest thing you’ve ever seen?!” And he shakes his head with a soft smile, “Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine.” If your cheeks weren’t already red from the cold, they certainly were now. You gasp and look down at your shoes before telling him a small thank you, “I mean it. I think your beauty shines inside and out. You make me so happy.” He pauses momentarily, staring into your eyes, “I was wondering if you would want to be mine?” You hold his stare, and without skipping a beat, you say, “Yes, of course. I’d love to be yours if you would be mine as well.” He grins, lifts your chin with his mitted hand, and kisses you softly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
You pull back for a minute and stare into his eyes before pulling him into another kiss, and he dips you back a bit. You grin as you hold onto him tighter, and when the two of you pull away, you giggle, “I can’t believe this is real.” You tell him softly, and he agrees, “I’m so glad it is.” You can’t help but laugh harder and kiss his cheek, “Do you want to get some warm apple cider?” He grins and sees the stand not far from where you two stand, “I’d love to.”
You carefully reach out your mitted hands for his, and he happily wraps his hand around yours. You swing your arms together as you wait in line. You ask him, “When did you know you liked me more than a friend?” He smiles, “I think I noticed I liked you last Christmas when you snuck us both a cookie from Hongseok’s freshly baked sheet. And you gave me a cute cheeky wink before we both had to hide from him.” He shakes his head with a laugh before continuing, “I think I always knew I liked you, but I didn’t realize it until then. When did you notice?” You think for a few minutes, maybe it was when he kissed your cheek on New Year's Eve, or maybe, it was the Halloween before that. Where you two wore peanut butter and jelly couple costumes that you realized you had more than friendly feelings for him. “I realized I had more than platonic feelings for you last year on Halloween, but I think it really hit me when you kissed my cheek when the clock turned twelve this year.” You smile as you see his cheeks turn red, and he scratches the back of his neck, “You remember that?” You nod, “I don’t think I could ever forget it. Maybe this time, you can do it for real?” He grins, and you pay for the warm cider and walk back to his car, mitten in mitten. And glasses in the other, enjoying your first evening as a couple.
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corner store (pt. ii)
anon: okay, i am soft right now after reading mafia!changgu 🥺❤️🩹
thank you for writing it 😆 could you please write for part 2?
🥛: i'm so glad you enjoyed it aHh i still feel like there were plot holes and it was rushed 😭 but i hope you enjoy this~
warnings: mafia!au, hitman stuff
summary: Changgu, your local corner store worker. oh, did i mention he works for the mafia?
part i
you wake up next to Changgu, his topless chest poking out from beneath the covers. his breaths are slow and long as he faces you, and you push the hair out of his eyes to help him sleep more comfortably. he begins to stir awake, instead.
"y/n?" he groans, pulling you towards him even though his eyes are shut.
"you're awake?"
"mm."
Changgu's arms wrapped tightly around you make you feel safe, but you can't help but think how many people he's harmed with them. you trace the curve of his biceps and he chuckles.
"do you like my muscles?" he asks, smirking.
"how could i not--i mean, Changgu! stop pulling words out of my mouth," you whine, slapping the boy who laughs at you.
his curled hair and creased eyes... his tired smile... you just can't help but softly kiss him.
"Changgu," you call out once you pull away.
"hm?"
"do you have to be a hitman?" you ask.
"to protect you, yes angel," Changgu replies, gently stroking your hair and the side of your face with his thumb.
"what if i move somewhere else? it'll be fine.. right?"
"i still have uncleared debt that i owe the mafia," Changgu replies, sadly. "also, please don't move away from me."
you bury your face into his chest.
"i'll never leave you, Changgu. i'll take you with me!"
he smiles, gently holding the back of your head.
"if i also join the mafia, can we clear your debt faster?" you ask.
Changgu chuckles at your innocence, shaking his head.
"that's not how it works."
"well, how long will it take for you to clear your debt if i move out? will it make it faster at least?"
"hm... probably. i have 3 years that i actually owe them."
"3 years? that's good then! hm, i need to start looking for new places to stay," you say, turning around to find your phone.
"you're being serious?" Changgu asks you.
"of course," you say, searching for apartments on your phone.
Changgu's heart flutters knowing you're moving out just for him. he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, a sign of his affection.
"find something close to here at least," he says, shuffling towards you to look at your phone.
"of course," you say again, "do you think i can survive without you?"
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you manage to find a place in the apartment complex across from your old one. it's much safer and Changgu's apartment is slightly closer to it, too.
for three years, you go about your life and take care of Changgu during the hours that he's home. you always thought mafia members would be all bloody and bruised, but Changgu always just looks like the pretty corner store worker you've known him as.
he never tells you about what he does while he's gone and you never ask him about it. you just greet him with a hug and ask him if he wants to chill at home or go out and do something.
one night, as you're laying in bed beside him, you trace the 'x' on his neck with your fingertips as he lays on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Changgu, what'll you do about this tattoo once you're done with the mafia?" you ask.
"keep it as a memory?" he jokes.
"could you turn it into something else?"
"maybe.. should i write your name?" he asks, placing his hand over yours, the one that was touching his neck.
"no! that's weird!"
Changgu laughs, turning to face you.
"i'll think about it when we get there, okay dear?"
you nod and he pats your head, smiling at you with utmost sincerity.
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three years later, Changgu shows you his healed tattoo. it's a tiny cornerstore in colour, just like the one where he met you.
you press a kiss to it and hug him, and he hugs you back.
"you're finally free, Changgu."
"i'm always free when i'm with you," he replies.
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Oblivious
❧ Genre: fluff
❧ Words: 294
❧ Warnings: n/a
❧ Synopsis: Two oblivious people and one shameless man caused a sweet confession
❧ A/N: of course, I had to write a cute little drabble for best boy Ggu~
~ ※ 7 Drabbles for 7K ※ ~
"Hey, are you free this weekend?"
You looked up at Hongseok with wide eyes. His flirty tone and the smirk plastered on his face made it seem like he was about to ask you out. You wouldn't be entirely upset if he asked you out but he wasn't the person you wanted to go out with.
"Yeah, I am. Why do you ask?”
"Changgu, are you free this weekend?" Hongseok asked completely ignoring your question
"Yeah, I think I am.”
"Great! Then you two can finally go on a date."
"Huh?!"
Hongseok just gave you a pleased smile and a little wave before leaving you and Changgu alone. It was quite awkward; the two of you just sat in silence. The tension around you was unbelievably thick with uneasiness and embarrassment.
"Well, that was...something," you laughed awkwardly
"Yeah...it was."
Silence. This was torture. Hongseok had practically set you up with the person you've been crushing on for so long now and you didn't know what to do. Everything was so open-ended. To you, it seemed like Changgu didn't want to go through with the plan the two of you were settled with but he was too embarrassed to say anything. It hurt you in all honesty.
"So..." you looked down at your hands, "We don't- I mean...if you don't actually...ya know, want to go out with me it's fine-"
"What, no!" his sudden exclamation startled you, "I do want to go out with you."
"You...you...huh?"
"I want to go on a date with you. I just didn't know how to ask you," he admitted, "I guess Hongseok decided to do it for me."
"Oh," you blushed, "Well, I'm glad he did."
"Really?" Changgu beamed
"Yeah," you smiled, "I'd love to go out with you."
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Drip || (M)
→ A/n: Yeo One x Fem!Reader
→ Genre: smut
→ Words: 2K
→ Warnings: Shower Sex; Light Spanking; Riding.
→ A/n: We absolutely loved writing this request and got carried away imagining these fancy showers, so we just couldn't help but let our imagination run lmao we hope we fullfiled the request and you guys like it!
"That was a blast!"
"It truly was", your boyfriend Changgu answered, already leading the way to your shared bedroom. "But I need a shower".
You had just arrived home from one of your childhood friend's weddings. It was a lot of fun and it was the perfect opportunity to get Changgu to meet your long time friends. Since you all mostly lost contact after school ended and years later you met your boyfriend, it was amazing for you to watch two of your worlds merge so well together. That being said, your friends never lost the carefree attitude you knew them for and as you all shared drinks and the space on the dance floor, Changgu gladly joined in, dancing and drinking with everyone as if he was already part of the group.
The only issue to you was how insanely hot he looked in a suit. If you were honest, anything your boyfriend wore made him look stunning but there was something about him wearing suits that made you lose it. And watching him dance in the black dress pants he wore alongside a white button up with matching black suit was insane. He was an amazing dancer, his body moving freely and hips so loose that you smirked at whoever stared too much at him. You knew what they were thinking and yeah, you were lucky.
Whenever you watched him dance it sparkled something inside of you, a want for him that hardly subdued until you had your way with him, so while you followed him into your bedroom, you tried to think of a plan to get exactly what you wanted. The sight inside the room was even worse - or better - as Changgu slowly undressed. He seemed distracted but his movements made you feel like he was putting on a special show for you. And so you reciprocated. You fully entered the room and the moment Changgu saw you his cute smile showed up and it warmed your heart, it truly did. But it wasn't the expression you wanted from him.
You slowly moved your dress up, bending over enough that he could see the round of your ass as the dress revealed your skin. Noticing Changgu stopped with his pants open and no shirt, holding his belt tightly as he watched you straighten your back and throw the dress away with a wink at him. He tossed his belt on the bed with your dress and took his pants off quickly, no longer seemed distracted about it. Both of you stared at each other in your underwear and it made you shiver with anticipation. He was looking at you with hunger, hands clenching on his sides. Making the first move, you walked past him to the bathroom of your suite bedroom, making sure to lightly trace his shoulder as you moved. Instantly he followed.
You turned the shower on and you smiled when you heard the door close behind you. Changgu was on you in an instant, hands moving to caress your waist and grind slowly against your ass. Your hand found the hair on his nape and held on, closing your eyes briefly with a sigh. When the water was at a good temperature you walked in, your hands holding Changgu's on your waist, so he could move with you. Looking at your bathroom, you were glad that you were wealthy enough to have a marbled shower with a sitting space. Taking your undergarments was hard as you stepped forward and Changgu followed until he noticed your intentions and backed away with a chuckle. You turned to him when you were fully naked, watching him discard his last piece of clothing as well.
You moved to kiss him and he gladly opened his arms for you, embracing you with a mix of adoration and excitement in his eyes and you looked just the same. Kissing him was heavenly, he was skilled and made you weak only with his tongue in your mouth. His calloused hands ran all over your body, grabbing at you like an anchor, fingers expertly awakening goosebumps where they touched. You gave as good as you got, hands exploring his toned chest, strong arms and the expanse of his back. You heard him grunt when you moved, grinding against him as the kiss got heated.
"Baby", you said against his lips, "watching you dance ends my sanity".
"I can say the same about you, moving this ass around for everyone to see", Changgu squeezed your asscheeks, making you moan.
You could feel his cock getting harder with the make out and grinding, only spurring you on, making your hands get more daring. The first contact of your hands on his member made him moan and buck his hips, the burning sensation on your belly growing stronger at the sound. You couldn't help but tease, lightly touching the slit before jerking only the head, making him whimper and move more insistently.
"Baby, please. Don't tease. You teased me all night long with this tight dress and dancing", Changgu pleaded and you chuckled.
"You're no fun", you stuck your out at him and he quickly moved to take it into his mouth. Your playfulness backfired at how you moaned at the almost obscene act, even if you had your hands on his cock.
His long fingers didn't take long to move downwards and find your clit, rubbing you as slowly as you were jerking him off.
"See? I can be fun", Changgu said with a smirk, bucking his hips into your hands, that now circled his cock and jerked, making him whimper at the friction.
He backed away from you abruptly, making you stare at him walking backwards past the water falling down. It was the hottest thing to see, him naked and hard with the water falling down his body momentarily. Changgu sat on the marble bench, one hand supporting his weight as he leaned into it, the other lazily stroking his length. He smirked at your stare and cocked his head to the side.
"What are you waiting for to come ride me?", his low voice made you shiver.
You walked to him slowly, stopping in front of him for a second and pulling your hair back. The hand that was stroking his cock stopped, only holding it and waiting for you. You supported yourself on his shoulders and slowly sank down on his lap, moaning at the feeling, noises matching his groans. You only sat on his lap for a few seconds, a playful smirk on your face as he squeezed his eyes and took a deep breath, both hands now supporting his weight. Only when Changgu bucked his hips up gently did you move, not before chuckling at his pained expression for holding back, having you so tightly around him and not moving.
You started to bounce, slowly at first, getting used to the feeling and making sure he wouldn't slip because of the wet bench. His eyes were stranded on you, mouth hanging open and knuckles turning white from holding on. You kept your arms around his neck, stroking his hair from time to time. And whenever you did, he'd lean forward and capture your lips in a breathless kiss, barely closing both of your mouths from the pleasure. When you picked up speed, Changgu closed his eyes, his head rolling back, exposing his neck for you to bite and mark as you pleased, earning more groans from him.
Both of you were lost in pleasure, your ass making slapping sounds where it made contact with his lap, his cock buried deep inside whenever you sank down. Soon enough you felt your legs beginning to falter, choosing to rock on his cock instead of bouncing, the grinding movement being just as good. You could feel your clit dragging into his crotch, creating the most delicious friction and you moaned, a broken sound enhanced by his hips moving with you, grinding slow and sensually into you. With a grunt, Changgu sat up straight, hands on your ass for a quick squeeze before he slapped it playfully.
"Up", was all he said and you felt glad for your legs.
You got up and let him move both of you until you were bent over on the bench, ass completely up and open for him, your hands gripping under the bench.
"My baby was getting tired, wasn't she?"
"Yeah, I was", your answer turned into a moan as he entered you once more, not even giving you time before he picked up speed and strength.
"It's okay, now we can have more fun", Changgu already sounded out of breath, his big hands gripping your ass enough to burn a little but it only made it all more pleasurable.
He was going hard, his thrusts were fast and hard, making your body move forward every time, only to be pulled back by his hands, making you meet his cock halfway. Your moans became more constant, louder, he was giving it to you and you loved it. Usually he was all about sweet talk and praises but tonight he had no words, his grunting and low moans filled the room with yours, the sounds of skin on skin just as loud.
"Fuck, baby, I won't last long", you said, already moving your hand to rub your clit.
"Me too, baby. Just a bit more. You can wait for me, can't you?".
You nodded, feeling him speed up and become sloppier. In the heat of the moment, he gave your ass a hard slap, quickly smoothing the skin with soothing rubs even as he became more vocal, on the verge of cumming.
"We gotta- shit- we gotta talk about that later", you said, body bouncing with his force. "I have to cum, baby. Please cum with me, please", you begged, fingers rubbing your clit and fast and too much pressure.
"Oh my god, baby. I'm-", he couldn't even finish the sentence before he was shaking in synchrony with you, his body moving forward, his breath on your neck as he spilled his seed in you and you leaked down your thighs with the force of your own orgasm.
Changgu rocked inside of you as you both rode your high, the hot feeling on your lower belly growing with each second as your orgasm lasted, his own cock twitching inside you at how you were clenching.
Coming down off both of your high, you felt him pull you up and hold you from behind, a gentle kiss on your cheek as he pulled you backwards under the shower spray.
"We need to stop wasting water like this", you said lazily, falling into his embrace. You heard him chuckled and hum in agreement.
"Your fault", he said with a nudge on your cheek.
"Oh, I know", you laughed.
Changgu stepped away and gathered your soap and sponge before slowly cleaning your body. You felt a mix of a new wave of heat at watching his hands run all over your body and relaxation at his ministrations. When he finished with you, Changgu motioned for you to sit at the bench as he finished his own cleaning routine. Watching him was always amazing but specially tonight, after everything, you felt the burning heat of horniness growing once more. You waited for him to finish his shower and close the faucet to stare at him until you had his undivided attention. When he looked back at you, two towels in his hands, you slowly opened your legs, hands moving gently between them and licked your lips.
"Again?", he asked with a raised brow and you nodded. "Aren't you a horny baby tonight", he chuckled.
You winked and got up, getting a towel from his hands.
"I'm waiting on the bed", was all you said before walking away.
It wasn't seconds after that your heard his rushed steps following you into the room. "As it should be", you thought with a smirk.
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Primal Paradise || Hongseok/Reader/Changgu (M)
➣ I’ve been so scared lately. This isn’t what I planned on writing. Title from the song “The End of the World”. 14.1k words.
➣ Hongseok/Reader/Changgu | Smut warnings include: lots of background(?) phone sex bcs the boys work for a sex hotline, sort of exhibitionism if you squint??, threesomes, pegging, blowjobs, hairpulling, rimming, orgasm delay/denial, throatfucking, orgasming untouched, multiple orgasms, fingering, premature ejaculation, and minor degradation. Brief (but deep?) discussions on polyamory, the fear of an unknown future, domme’s, and a vaguely described past abusive relationship. Also features a happy ending bcs even if real life is awful this is fiction for a reason.
❥ “But Changgu was pretty and he laughed genuinely and smiled warmly and you and Hongseok had both stepped off the cliff hand in hand before even realizing you were at the precipice.”
To be completely honest, having a boyfriend who also worked as a sex hotline operator wasn’t all that strange under some circumstances.
Having two boyfriends, both of which had the exact same questionable job – that was strange.
It's not like Hongseok had ever planned to do something like that, though – you weren’t sure many people planned to do that kind of job, honestly. When he’d brought up the idea it had initially been a joke, the two of you commiserating over how broke college had left you and how hard it was trying to find a part-time (or full time) job that matched your schedules.
When you’d given him the okay the two of you had been tentative with it, afraid it would have put a strain on your relationship or would have just been too weird.
The reality of it was that.. nothing really changed. He was still your loving, doting (and sometimes overbearing) boyfriend who now also went by a fake name and moaned exaggeratedly for other people’s enjoyment.
And now – he did it less often now, but considering the difficulty of finding a job after completing a degree he’d decided to keep on with it until he was hired somewhere since it was easy money. You knew it bothered him that he wasn’t employed with a job he could actually tell people about, but there wasn’t much more he could do than continue to submit resumes and go to interviews. It was tough getting hired when every place wanted you to have previous work experience as a new worker.
The amount of money he could make sometimes was also honestly pretty ridiculous – considering it charged people by the minute, he’d grown extremely adept at finding ways to draw the calls out or to keep people on the line for longer.
Changgu had also gotten pretty skilled at it – neither one of you had kept it from him, telling him outright from the get-go what Hongseok was doing to make ends meet considering he was being welcomed into your lives. He’d just blinked, tilted his head, and pressed for details and that had been it. (Well, that had been it until Changgu came up to the two of you one day saying he had started doing it too.)
When Changgu had followed in his footsteps you two were both understandably worried, but he had reassured you in that gentle way of his and the two of you had believed him because he would never lie to you. If he thought he could separate himself from fake sex through a phone and the grasping fingers of his past then all you two could do was support him.
Changgu didn't talk about it often, but he didn't have to - there were flashes of it in his eyes, learned behavior he hadn't completely unlearned yet. Sometimes his breath would hitch whenever Hongseok would grab him by the waist, and Hongseok would let go immediately, apology crowding his tongue but never quite making it out of his mouth. Changgu hated talking about it more than he cared about an apology.
There were other times where he'd grab Hongseok's hands and place them on his waist himself, like he was desperate to write over the past story he felt was mapped out on his skin.
Either situation left one of them uncomfortable.
It wasn't like it was any better with you, though - you were still forming your relationship with Changgu, not having a basis for one like Hongseok had already had. Sometimes Changgu just got this faraway look in his eyes when it was just the two of you, like he was living out something from some other time.
Sometimes he wanted to be touched during and sometimes he didn't. You never asked - it wasn't your place to ask, wasn't your place to force answers just because you were curious. Your place was simply at his side, arms open if he wanted them.
Hongseok and your combined place was simply to be there to support him in whatever way he needed. It was slow going at times – recovery was never a straight path, even moreso when entangled with two new lives – but none of you paid any attention to the amount of time. Loving Changgu and wanting the best for him wasn’t something that had a set deadline, so there was no need to count the days.
You’re never really around Changgu when he works, his hours random and interspersed between his classes, but more often than not you are around Hongseok – your free hours matched up too well for it not to happen. And, to be honest, you don’t really find the sounds Hongseok made when he was working to be particularly arousing or interesting – you figure that would be different if you didn’t know what he actually sounded like when he was getting fucked, but you did, so whenever he accepts a call with you in the same room, moaning huskily into his phone, you meet his gaze and share an eyeroll with him. There’s always a faint smile lingering on his lips when he says “yeah, your cock feels so good inside me” that makes it sound a bit lighter than a line like that should probably have been.
Currently Hongseok was situated on your shared bed, reclining against the pillows as he accepts a call from one of his customers. You’re across the room with your laptop perched on your knees, mindlessly browsing the internet for a new bed – the queen sized one was fine for you and Hongseok, but with Changgu it was usually a case of everyone being squished together as close as possible.
Which wasn’t… awful, but you’d also like to be able to stretch your legs out in your own bed without kicking one of your boyfriends.
But searching for beds was also fairly boring, especially considering you’d bookmarked a few for the boys to look at later and had transitioned to looking at things you could never afford. And while that was incredibly depressing, Hongseok’s “moans” had begun to filter through your own earbuds and it was annoying you in a way only fake moans could. It was also giving you inspiration for something else you could do instead of looking through items that were consistently being priced higher and higher.
Hongseok doesn’t look up when you abruptly snap your computer shut, but he glances at you once when he sees you stand up and then does a double take when you move to stand beside the bed. He gives you a look that clearly says “I love you but what the fuck are you doing” as you crawl onto the bed next to him, not missing a single beat as you settle against his side while he murmurs something in a husky voice into the microphone in a tone that you know grates against his throat.
This wasn’t something the two of you had talked about before – you watch closely for any sign of discomfort, but Hongseok merely looks curious. When you don’t do anything for a few more moments he shifts around impatiently, amusingly akin to a child throwing a silent tantrum. He didn’t like to be ignored.
Hongseok could really be so spoiled, and yet you still find yourself giving in like you do most times.
There are two very big differences between Hongseok in real life and the way he acted when he was faking an orgasm for whoever was on the other line – the first is that he is nowhere near as good at dirty talk when he actually has any modicum of attention on him. When he was just acting he could say the filthiest things and make them sound innocent with that sweet tone his voice had.
Your fingers are only lightly tracing along his neck and he’s already faltering, tripping over words and trying to cover them up with improvisation. It’s downright adorable how easily he falls apart.
“Mmn – yeah daddy, you know I love the taste of your cock, always want to be on my knees for you.” You suppress an eye-roll at the line, knowing that whoever was listening to him was probably eating it all up regardless of however cringey it sounded to you.
And maybe it only sounded off to you since you knew it was an act, but that wasn’t really something you cared to dwell on. The more interesting thing here was Hongseok and the way he was watching you closely, a tenseness to his body that you can see even though he was still relaxed in the same position as before. When you tug at the hem of his shirt he gets the message, yanking the earbuds out of his ears to tug it over his head before replacing them. You were sure he didn’t care about the missed instructions or whatever the fuck the guy on the other line was saying to him.
Hongseok moans high and long when you swipe the flat of your tongue over one nipple, one of his hands frantically curling into the sleeve of your shirt – his gaze is unfocused when he opens his eyes again, breath coming in quick little pants that catch in the back of his throat. You’ve barely done anything and he’s already so worked up. Something about this must have really gotten to him.
“I just need you so badly right now.” You’re not sure if he’s talking in character or to you directly – you have a feeling it’s a bit of both, though he’s making a valiant effort to relate it back to whoever’s on the line with him. “I know you said you were going to fuck my throat but I can’t wait anymore, I need you inside me now, please.”
You want to kiss him, know he probably wants you to kiss him too, so you settle for leaving open-mouthed kisses along his upper chest with hints of teeth and tongue until he is physically trembling, body jerking towards you whenever you focus briefly on one of his nipples. The hand that had been tangled in your clothes has moved to your shoulder, and you can feel it tense every now and then, like he gets the urge to grab you and force you somewhere before he tamps down on it.
He could be so good for you sometimes.
The sounds he’s making now are breathier than they were initially, less dramatic and full – he sounds needier like this somehow, even though half his act before was supposed to be him begging for the dick of whoever was listening to him.
More accurately, he now sounds messy and flustered, and it’s a sound you fucking adore.
“Please stop teasing me –“ You can hear him say this when you slip off the bed – you have no idea who it’s aimed at – and then he makes a discouraged whine that starts off high and dips lower towards the end, like he remembered he was faking it for the customer and not being authentic for you. By the time you get back with the strap and lube you can see from the way his brow has furrowed that whoever the customer was had begun scolding him for something. Even for you he never took scolding well.
“Of course I wanna be good for you daddy, it’s just –” He chokes when you grab the waistband of both his sweats and briefs and drag them down his body in one move, making sure the elastic presses against his cock just long enough to let him know it was intentional. “Just wanna be your play-thing. Want your hands on me. I get impatient because I love it so much.” He says it softly, vulnerable, and you snap your gaze up to connect with his, wanting him to know you heard. Wanting him to know you understood the underlying message he was sending.
His eyes are dark, the color of liquid arousal bleeding into their depths, the intensity strong as he watches you closely. When he hears the cap to the lube being clicked open he lets his head drop back to the pillow, almost like he’s been conditioned by that sound alone.
Hongseok’s breath escapes him in a shaky sigh as you open him up, small moans getting punched out of his lungs each time you go deeper or stretch him more. “Y-yeah, I’m here – yeah, it’s just hard to concentrate when I want you so bad..” He’s really doing his best and that makes you smile, nails from your free hand pressing into the soft skin of his inner thigh in some sort of a twisted reward. You can feel the way his muscles jump in response and it just makes you want to make a mess of him.
It only takes a few moments to get the strap in place but by the time you’re ready Hongseok is already impatient again, shifting his hips and attention drifting from his customer. When you lock gazes with him a whimper dies in his throat at your expression.
You can’t fucking wait to ruin him.
“Yeah, just – just like that, fuck..” He’s arched his back towards you, relishing the slight burn as you push in slowly, focused on the feeling of every centimeter sliding inside of him. You let him bask in the feeling until you bottom out, tapping his hip once you do to bring him back to reality before tugging lightly on one of his earbuds to remind him of what he was supposed to be doing. The look he gives you when he opens his eyes is a mixture of crazed desperation, like he can’t quite believe you’re really going to make him continue while also understanding that he had to continue.
And this was the second main difference between real Hongseok and his sexline persona – Hongseok was a master when it came to faking the sound of an orgasm, his naturally higher voice giving way easily to small moans and whines that would increase in pitch until they broke, tension releasing in a shuddering groan with a couple fuck, so good thrown in at the end. In real life though –
“God you fuck me so good, it’s so good, you’re so deep, fuck I love your cock –“ In real life Hongseok was a rambler, like he wanted to get it across to you how good he felt but couldn’t focus long enough to finish any one sentence. It was something you found endearing about him, actually, the way his emotions seemed to spill over during sex, forming together into an array of different words that didn’t link into proper sentences.
He’s surprisingly desperate already – you had thought he was desperate before when you were fingering him, but that has nothing on him now. You’re fucking him deep enough that on every thrust a groan is torn from the center of his chest, short sounds like he couldn’t get enough oxygen between each stroke.
“I’m getting close babe, fuck, please don’t fucking stop, you feel so good –“ He’s continued his rambling praise but this time you can tell he’s speaking directly to you. Pet-names like ‘babe’ were something he strictly stayed away from when he worked, claiming they were something he only wanted to call you and Changgu. You reward him for the sweet slip of the tongue with a few brief strokes from your fingers against the length of his cock, smoothing up the underside to press it more firmly against his lower stomach. The sound he makes in response is a type of startled grunt that gets lodged in his chest, breaking its way through his throat and cracking his voice on his next moan.
You want to try to mouth or whisper some type of response back to him but he’s not even looking at you, head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut. The expanse of his neck is so clearly shown off, unmarred – you make a mental note to get either you or Changgu to change that later – and the urge to press your palm against his pulse-point is so overwhelming that you just barely restrain yourself.
Instead your tap his hip once again, watch the way he forces himself to become more present in the moment. It’s a beautiful sight, how he sucks in a breath to steady himself, the way he furrows his brow and catches his bottom lip between his teeth until it goes white. When you give a particularly hard thrust he releases it with a gasp and you watch color rush back, his lips redder now than they had been before.
You’re so focused on how beautiful your boyfriend looks that you’ve completely tuned out everything he’s been saying – you catch the tail-end of some whispered plea that sounds less like the things you’ve heard him say while working and more like the things he says whenever Changgu decides he wants to be in control.
“Beautiful boy. So perfect for me.” You risk speaking, keeping to a soft whisper – it’s obvious he hears you clearly, gaze snapping to you with all the urgency as if you’d struck him. The smile it brings to your face is almost painful in its intensity, filled with tenderness and love for the man spread out beneath you.
All you want to do is fuck him hard, make him feel good.
“Yeah, yeah please, want you to cum, give it to me –“ His fingers where he’s holding the microphone part of the earbuds are shaking, his other hand curled into the sheets tight. Hongseok’s eyes are lidded as he stares at you – you could tell he was only vaguely aware of what he was saying anymore, doing his best to continue doing his job for whoever his customer was despite the fact that he couldn’t string two coherent sentences together.
“God I’m so – fuck fuck fuck –“ He yanks the earbuds from his ears in one move, frantically thumbing the ‘end call’ button as his back arches towards you, ankles wrapping around your waist.
“You going to cum all over yourself for me, baby?” Even though the call has ended you keep your voice quiet and low, hands still on his hips. Hongseok’s cock hits his stomach with each hard thrust you give and a rather impressive puddle of sticky pre-cum has gathered on his skin, smeared from the movements.
“Fuck, yes, I’m so –“ You watch him tip his head back, the harsh bob of his throat when he swallows, the way sweat drips down his beautifully tanned skin and pastes the tips of his hair together. His eyes are shut tight, expression drawn and pinched, almost like he was pleading to be pushed over the edge. Your hips were sore but nothing would ever stop you from going until you saw that expression. “I’m gonna – fuck – I’m gonna cum, please –“
And he does cum, untouched and beautiful, spilling over his stomach and staining it white. His gasps are high pitched and desperate, like he can’t quite get enough oxygen, and the words ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you so much’ become blurred together, a personal mantra that only tapers off when his back finally hits the mattress again and your thumbs dip into his hip bones hard, rubbing to soothe some of the tension away.
You watch him for a few moments after, the way his chest heaves with each breath he fights to take, the way he’s squeezed his eyes shut tight with his lashes fluttering against tender skin, the way his brow is still furrowed like he’s ready to beg for more. He is absolutely beautiful, and you feel momentarily awe-struck that you were allowed to see him like this, that you were the reason he was like this.
He comes back to himself in gentle waves, expression smoothing out first, eyes fluttering open after. There’s still a haziness to the darkness of his eyes, like he was perhaps still floating and not totally present in the moment. You press lingering kisses across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes until he’s blinking at you and smiling.
“Shit. Fuck.” Hongseok laughs with a hint of disbelief tinging it, like he wasn’t completely sure the two of you weren’t insane for doing that. “That was so hot.”
“Yeah?” You can’t hide the grin from your voice, duck down to press a kiss to his lips – they open for you instantly, a soft and almost relieved sounding moan coming from the center of his chest at the feeling. He really was a closeted romantic at heart sometimes. “Did you just hang up on the guy?”
“No.” He’s laughing, shifts around beneath you to try and get in a more comfortable position – you can see the top sheet sticking to him from his sweat, the way his brow furrows ever so slightly in annoyance at the feeling. “I don’t think so, at least. He sounded like he finished – who cares, anyway? What’re they going to do to me, it’s not my fault our signal is ‘unstable’. Even if they dock my pay I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
The laughter the two of you share is warm, one of his hands sliding underneath your top to curl comfortingly around your lower back as you tauntingly dip your fingertips into the mess coating his skin.
“I didn’t think it’d turn you on so much, honestly.” You admit this with a raised eyebrow, pinching your fingers together just to see the way his cum sticks to them.
“Me either. I thought Changgu was the kinky one.” The two of you share another soft laugh at that, his grip on your waist strong and steadying as you pull out and slowly climb off of him. His skin is a glistening mess and you know that logically he should be exhausted, but he’s propped himself up on his forearms and watches you slip the harness over your hips with eyes that shine with mischief. (With love.)
“Speaking of..” He trails off in a way you’re sure is an attempt at coy, but he’s grinning and it kills the effect entirely. “How do you want me? I’ve been using my mouth all day, do you want your turn now?”
“Later.” You wave him off, stretching – your muscles were sore from fucking him so hard, and while there was a heat simmering deep in your bones you knew it could wait. Even if the thought of Hongseok’s head between your legs and your fingers tight in his hair was incredibly appealing. “Changgu should have something to do when he gets home, right?”
“Something to do?” Hongseok is snickering at you, even as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. You barely manage to avoid getting pressed into the mess on his skin. “Someone to do.”
“Oh shut up and clean yourself off, you’re all sticky.”
“And whose fault is that?”
The two of you bicker back and forth in that comfortable way two people can only do if they’ve been together for a while – despite telling him to clean himself you’re the one who drags the cloth over his skin, pretending not to notice the way his smile is incredibly soft and fond as you fuss over him. He’s the one who presses a kiss to your temple when you nestle down next to him after, dark strands of hair feathering across his forehead and falling into his eyes as he does so. It makes the shimmer in his irises overly obvious, the soft curve of his lips from his continuous smiling drawing your attention again and again until you give in and press yours against his own.
This is how Changgu finds the two of you a few hours later when he gets home, cheeks cold and nose reddened from the biting wind – his head hurts and he is beyond stressed, wants nothing more than to crawl into your arms and let Hongseok dote on him as he endeavors to forget all of his college responsibilities for a few hours.
Instead he finds the two of you curled around one another, Hongseok naked and you almost fully clothed, fast asleep – it’s obvious what had happened and he’s surprised at how quickly the sight fills him with warmth, how some of his stress melts away just at the sight of the two of you. Never would he have thought something as simple as this – something as strange as this, seeing that you two had clearly fucked without him – could bring him so much contentment and joy. Something interesting had clearly happened, and he definitely wanted to know every single detail (especially considering he knew today was one of the days Hongseok worked), but all of that could wait.
Changgu doesn’t bother changing clothes, toes off his shoes by the door and drops his bag with the intent to deal with it later. This hadn’t been what he was expecting, but Hongseok makes a soft sound when he feels the bed dip that goes straight to Changgu’s heart and you wake enough that you can sleepily interlace your fingers with his own when he slots himself into your little pile. It’s almost like a place had been specifically left for him, and he doesn’t even bother trying to pretend like that doesn’t make something clench behind his ribcage. It feels a lot like realizing he’d jumped off a cliff ages ago and landed safely in the water below only to be reminded that at any time an undercurrent could pull him down and drown him still.
There’s a different stress building now, a fear that had settled in the first day he’d met Hongseok and had only grown once he met you. He wasn’t in the habit of falling for people who were already taken, and he sure as fuck had never fallen for both people in a relationship before.
As much as he’d wanted it, he had never been more scared that day Hongseok had approached him at the gym, all embarrassed smiles and soft gazes, dark hair falling across his forehead in a way Changgu had done his absolute best to ignore. He hadn’t believed the other boy until you yourself had confirmed it, and to this day there was still some small part of him that was afraid he’d wake up and realize it had all been some big lie.
There were so many ways a relationship like this could go wrong. He was the odd one out, the person who didn’t have any past history with either of you, and as much as he didn’t want to he knew he was falling hard. The two of you made him so unbelievably happy and he was so damn scared of losing that.
“Welcome home, Changgu.” It’s your voice, soft at the edges from sleep – he disentangles his hand from yours to smooth your hair away from your face, heart thumping painfully hard in his chest when you turn to kiss the inside of his wrist.
Hongseok shifts between the two of you, not quite awake but awake enough to curl an arm around Changgu – he finds himself squished up against the elder’s side, a soft “hey baby” mumbled sleepily into his neck from the other boy. It’s hot and a bit uncomfortable, but you interlace your fingers together with his again and he knows he’d never want to be anywhere else.
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(“She’s really sad. I can tell.” He tells the both of you one morning over a light shared breakfast of banchan, courtesy of Hongseok. The three of you should probably eat something more substantial than just side dishes, but a full night of activities meant everyone had overslept. “Her voice is just so.. empty.”
“This is the one that called you and then you just talked to her?” Hongseok asks this between bites of left-over doenjang jjigae from yesterday’s dinner, his foot beneath the table brushing against yours every now and then.
“Yeah. She called again and apologized, and then just hung up. I don’t know why she called in the first place.” Changgu breathes out a soft sigh, and you can see the way Hongseok is watching him. You think it’s similar to the way you’re watching him – Changgu was sweet, easily-swayed by his emotions. The fact that he felt so strongly for some woman who’d called his sex hotline and randomly been connected with him once proves that. “I just hope she’s doing okay.”
You and Hongseok don’t say anything about that – you’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you’re thinking the worst of the situation. A noncommittal hum is all you give to contribute to the conversation, a small barely there smile tugging at the corner of Changgu’s mouth at the sound.
“You know you have to put distance between yourself and clients like that, babe.” Hongseok follows it up by feeding him some sigeumchi namul, holding it out until Changgu is forced to take it with a fond eyeroll.
“Yeah, I know.” There’s still a furrow between his brows as he says so, but when you reach over he automatically curls his fingers around yours, a warm and comforting weight.)
Changgu didn’t tell the two of you he was doing it for the first few weeks – he said it was because he wasn’t totally sure he wasn’t going to just bail on it immediately, and he didn’t want the two of you to think less of him for choosing that way to make money between his studies. (The latter of which was just silly, and the two of you spent a very long time proving to him how much you both loved him and how nothing had changed.)
He was remarkably good at it. Whereas Hongseok had learned to mimic the way people talked in pornos Changgu instead went emotional, getting people to really feel like they were connecting with this faceless man on the other end of the line. You figured it all came down to the fact that they were both natural actors, but Changgu was actively pursuing the career and Hongseok was mostly self-taught.
You weren’t totally sure about it, but you had a feeling that Changgu simply didn’t like to lose out when it came to the minor things he could “compete” with Hongseok on – after he’d forced the two of you to tell him all about what had happened he’d pouted in a not-so-subtle way until you’d sweetly offered doing something similar to him.
That’s why it’s not a surprise when you suddenly climb onto the bed next to him while he’s taking a call – he’s just come back from his weekly “study session” with Yanan, where you’re sure the two best friends had done absolutely nothing productive, so he’s still wearing his jeans and belt and a shirt that clings to his chest in a way you kind of hate simply because it’s hard not to focus on it.
He offers you the tiniest of smiles as he hums a soft “mhm?”, eyes glistening with what you recognize as excitement. You’re not expecting him to do well at this whole multi-tasking thing – while he was naturally better at faking it than Hongseok was, he was absolutely awful when it came to diverting his attention to two things equally.
“Is now okay?” You ask this while reaching for his hip, hesitating until he offers you a warm smile to encourage you to continue until you’re touching him. The fabric of his jeans is rough under your fingertips, thick and unyielding. You like it when he wears stuff like this because he always gets so impatient at the way the fabric doesn’t quite transfer all the sensations being given.
When you push his form-fitted black tee up his chest you make sure to drag your fingernails as you go – he doesn’t verbally respond to it but he arches into your touch, chasing the slight sting as you leave red in your wake. When your hands come back down they naturally go to his hips - his waist is small, tiny even, especially when Hongseok's the one who has his hands there. Even under your hands he seems small and fragile despite the impressive muscle packed onto his lithe frame.
It gives you a confusing mix of an intense desire to protect and an intense desire to break.
You detour briefly to cup him through his pants, getting distracted for probably a bit too long at the way he rolls his hips into your hand in an increasingly desperate way, a whine building in his throat. He may have looked good, but his clothes weren’t exactly conducive to sex.
“Always so dressed up..” You make completely certain that your voice is as quiet as you can make it without it being a whisper, but Changgu’s gaze snaps to you anyway with all the heaviness of an entire building falling on top of you. You’re not sure why it makes you smile the way it does, fingernails making a soft sound against the metal of his belt buckle as you work at undoing it. Just like with his shirt, your nails scrape along his thighs as you drag his jeans and underwear down his legs, smiling fondly at the way he shivers at the feeling.
You’re about to reach for him when you feel his fingers on your own thigh, a question in his eyes as he says something about being on his knees for whoever he was talking to. You honestly weren’t totally sure what he said, a sound similar to white noise taking over your thoughts at the implication of that hand. You’re more inquisitive than excited, nodding slowly before his hand slides under one of the legs of your shorts. It’s an awkward angle and you take pity on him and move to take them off yourself.
It’s not that him doing this to you is rare or anything – even as you watch him through half-lidded eyes he seems sure of what he’s doing, fingertips sliding through wetness with a very certain goal in mind. It’s only a matter of time until your breathing is coming slightly harder, fingers curling tight around his arm.
He groans from the center of his chest at the feeling of your walls constricting around his fingers, a pitch he usually tries to keep away from when working – his eyes widen, like he hadn’t totally meant to make that sound, but he doesn’t try to take it back. Your fingers are still clamped tight around his forearm and you take your time letting him go, just because you feel like it, watching with interest as the little crescents you’ve left behind with your fingernails slowly fade.
It only takes the slightest nudge against his hand to get him to do what you want, lifting his fingers to his mouth to lick your essence off of himself. He’s messy when he does this – is always messy when it comes to these things – and you briefly wonder what the customer thinks he’s doing. Changgu’s eyelashes flutter against the tender skin beneath his eyes when he sucks on his own fingers and you realize you’re beginning to not care at all about what the person listening in thought.
“You look so gorgeous, baby.” He squirms at your whisper, and you take a moment to really take all of him in – the flush across his cheeks and upper chest, the pink of his cock that lays in a rather impressive mess of pre-cum. He was always able to get so turned on from the smallest of things, an endearing quality that you still got sort of hung-up on. Knowing you were making him feel good was one of the only things you wanted to do.
“Please..” It’s one of the first things he’s said in a long while, and you figure it’s meant to be to you and not the customer – you were starting to realize that if you two made a habit out of this it would probably end up being really bad for his business. He’s still gazing at you with that wrecked dark gaze, lips more red than pink from how often he’s been biting them.
When you reach for his hand he gives it easily, if not with some confusion – he tips his head back when you wrap his fingers around his cock, your own still laying on top of his. He hasn’t been touched at all until now and you know he has to be desperate.
And yet he’s not moving – all he’s done is lift his head to look at you, muscles in his arm tensing enough that you can see them without really having to look. It’s only vaguely distracting. “You can move your hand, Changgu.”
“I don’t want to.” There’s something about that sentence that bothers you, hurts you in a way that makes your throat feel tight. There’s absolutely no reason to feel that way, especially since you knew he probably didn’t mean much by it.
“What do you want then, sweatheart?” Before your question is even finished he’s maneuvering his hand out from under yours, fingers slick with pre-cum against your skin. His grip on your wrist is tight, and when he tugs it’s strong – you almost topple onto him, catching yourself only at the last moment. You know he wasn’t trying to throw you around, was just over-eager, but you swat at his hip anyway out of principle and he instantly drops his hand back to the bed.
“I’m sor –“ He’s cut-off by your lips crashing into his own, licking into his mouth to steal the apology from his tongue. You really didn’t want him to feel like he had to apologize for being excited. You’re sure his customer can hear him kissing someone else but unlike when you were with Hongseok you can’t find it in yourself to care, especially when you reach down to wrap your hand around him and his mouth drops open. You’re not quite kissing him anymore, simply swallowing up his whimpers that sound just a bit broken.
When you pull away he blinks rapidly, like he’s trying to regain his senses – he’s not even bothering with trying to keep talking anymore, leaving the person on the other line to their own devices. At any rate, you could see the call was still ongoing so when all was said and done Changgu would still be paid per minute.
“Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna cum soon.” They’re simple sentences spoken in a cracking whine, and the gaze he pins you with is teary and desperate. His lips look slick and you want to kiss him again, bite them. Another time. You thumb the head of his cock and he sobs out a plea, fucking his hips up into your hand, chasing his high like he was half afraid you’d take it away.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby. I wanna watch you.”
And that’s really all it takes – for as desperate and needy as Changgu could get it never really took a lot of effort to get him to cum. He orgasms this time with a chain of moans that gradually climb in pitch, and you watch him tenderly while you continue your hand’s leisurely motions, mostly letting him work through it at his own pace.
That doesn’t stop you from pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh though, sucking a dark mark there as he trembles above you from over-sensitivity.
Changgu’s chest is heaving, and while he’s mostly silent there’s still this quiet little whimper that leaves his throat on every exhale, mouth parted. You can see that his eyes are still shut tight, brow furrowed. That was something he and Hongseok had in common – they had this tendency to look pleading after they came, like everything was just too much but they wanted more of it.
“Tell them goodbye, sweetheart.” Your lips brush his sweaty hairline once you crawl back up the bed, and you’re not totally sure if the person on the other line can definitively hear you or not, but if they can they clearly don’t care considering they hadn’t hung up yet. Changgu makes a soft whine in the back of his throat, still breathing hard.
“Y-yeah – you’ll ask for me again if you call back, right?” You know for a fact that Changgu doesn’t actually care about this random person, he just cares about having another customer, but he’s still soft and pliant after orgasming and a sweet little note of desperation and want has colored his voice. You guess the customer responds positively because he laughs tiredly and murmurs a soft “thank you��� before you see the call end. When you reach to remove his earbuds for him he doesn’t bother protesting.
“I love you.” You’re about to say it but he beats you to it, that same want and desperation from before stronger now, clearly meant for you and not the stranger who just listened to him get shattered into pieces. You take the time to gather him up in your arms, both of you ignoring the mess his release was making of his skin and the sheets. He tucks his nose into the dip between your neck and shoulder and breathes deep before releasing it in a big sigh. “Love you.”
The tips of his dark hair are pasted together with sweat but you run your fingers through it anyway – it’s kind of gross but that factor is heavily outweighed by the way Changgu breathes another, softer sigh against your skin as he relaxes. You want nothing more than for him to always feel like you were a place he could let his guard down.
“Good, Changgu?” The hand not in his hair traces his spine, stops at the base of his neck. He shivers but you can feel him smiling against your skin. “Everything feel okay?”
“Mmn.” It’s less a word and more a hum vibrating against your neck, but you can hear the affirmation in it. “It’s just you. Feels great.” Sleep clings to his words and you know he must not be far off from it.
It’s more of an explicit answer than you were expecting, but you were relieved either way to know it had just been the two of you on his mind (or maybe three, Hongseok was never far from either of your thoughts).
You know you should really get up, clean Changgu up, but when you shift he makes a soft noise of complaint in the back of his throat and you abandon that idea completely, arms curling tighter around his body.
Changgu wakes later to the feeling of Hongseok’s lips on his forehead and the slightly uncomfortable feeling of him dragging a wetted washcloth across his abdomen. He tries to roll towards you more to cut off Hongseok’s actions but he’s forced onto his back with minimal effort, eyes still closed.
“You two are a mess..” When he cracks his eyes open he can see it’s gotten late – you’d both fallen asleep before it had gotten dark so there was no light on yet, Hongseok backlit by the yellow glow of a streetlight through the window. It makes him look kind of like some sort of ethereal but wicked being.
“Sorry.” His own voice comes out syrupy, thick even to his own ears and slurred with the remnants of a deep sleep – Hongseok laughs softly and it’s such a joyful sound that Changgu finds himself sinking back into the bed again, and into your arms.
“Don’t be.” Hongseok offers a smile as he moves to deposit the washcloth somewhere, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he goes. Something warm and sticky and sweet bursts in Changgu’s chest at the sight and he desperately tries to commit it to memory as sleep pulls at his consciousness.
He’s dozing before Hongseok even gets back, doesn’t quite know where his boyfriend is – and yet he feels inexplicably safe in a way he’s never felt before in a relationship. He thinks he hears an “I love you” whispered somewhere among the haze before he fully falls asleep, doesn’t know quite where it comes from but tries to respond in kind. He’s not sure if he actually manages to say anything, but he feels it so strongly that he thinks it must be an obvious sentence written across his chest in glowing ink.
Yeah. Love. He loved both of you with every single part of his being.
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Changgu had been more of a wrench in the two of your plans than the phone-sex job had been, to be completely honest.
It’s not exactly like the two of you had planned to fall for the same guy – or any other person, for that matter. Before Hongseok you’d barely even seen Changgu, passing by him every now and then on campus. You were sure that at some point you’d probably shared a class with him, but you definitely didn’t remember it. It was just pure coincidence that Hongseok’s gym visits had eventually coincided with Changgu’s.
(“You work out with him, right?” Your question is nonchalant, but you feel like you’re trying so hard to be casual that he’ll see right through you. Hongseok doesn’t even look at you when he nods, heading to his room to deposit his gym bag.
“Yeah, more often now than I did before. He’s a good gym partner – why? Do you know him?” He’s paused in the doorway, looking back at you with a hard to read expression.
“No.” Your response is too fast and he looks too dejected at it, mouth opening and then closing without saying anything.
When he turns back around there’s an uncomfortable feeling growing between the two of you, new and dangerous, with the possibility to ruin.)
Changgu had been pretty though, laughing at Hongseok’s sub-par jokes and smiling vibrantly whenever he saw you.
And maybe that shouldn’t have been enough – it wasn’t like Hui didn’t laugh at Hongseok’s jokes, wasn’t like Yuto didn’t smile at you every time the two of you met in class. But with Changgu it was different.
With Changgu you could see the way Hongseok strived to make him happy, how his regular cocksure attitude was stripped away to reveal the side of him that was almost desperate in his endeavors to get noticed.
You recognized that side of him, from years ago when he was pursuing you. And it should probably have made you at the very least uncomfortable to see that behavior returning, but all you could focus on was the way your heart sped up whenever Changgu would smile at you, face growing warm whenever he’d drop an off-handed compliment.
Hongseok noticed it, you know he did. Just like he knew you noticed his own behavior. You also both knew that it really needed to be stopped.
But Changgu was pretty and he laughed genuinely and smiled warmly and you had both stepped off the cliff hand in hand before even realizing you were at the precipice.
(“Is this normal?” You’re barely speaking above a whisper, but it shatters the silence anyway with all the elegance of a hammer thrown through a windowpane. The sun had gone down long ago but neither of you had bothered to turn on a light, the TV painting everything in flickering hues of blue and white.
“I don’t know.” He’s so far away from you, not only physically – though he is on the opposite end of the couch – but emotionally as well. Hongseok’s voice holds the same raw pain and fear that you feel crowding your throat and rattling around in your chest.
You couldn’t get close to him even if you wanted to. There is a body between the two of you, not really there but tangible enough to keep the two of you apart. Everything feels like its gone wrong and the only thing making it manageable is the false sense of security that nighttime brings, the hope that tomorrow may be different, may be easier.
“I still love you.” His voice is cracking and you can feel tears burning the back of your eyes. “I don’t know if you can believe me, but I do.” There is a weakness to his voice that you’re not used to hearing, a vulnerability. Hongseok is just as scared as you are.
“I’ve never stopped loving you either.” You’ve pulled your knees up to your chest, trying to make yourself small. Trying to leave less room in your body for everything you feel. “If we love each other, does it matter if it’s normal?”
Hongseok’s eyes glitter from the light cast by the TV when he turns his head to look at you, colors distorting across his irises from the way tears have gathered at his lash line. This is new territory for the both of you, but he takes a deep breath and moves to sit next to you, side by side. Together.
The two of you make plans for him to talk to Changgu tomorrow.)
You’re laughing against Hongseok’s pulse-point as his fingers thread tight through the other boy’s curls, the sounds of Changgu lapping at the elder’s cock obscene and noisy.
And yet not as noisy as Hongseok himself was – even though Changgu was usually the common denominator between the two of you it was always Hongseok who ended up the loudest no matter what was happening. Every now and then his moans would cut off whenever he turned towards you for an open-mouthed kiss, the sound lodging in his throat as a keening whine.
“So spoiled… don’t you think so, Changgu?” While Hongseok’s hand keeps a firm hold in his hair you stroke your fingers down Changgu’s jawline, thumb catching on his bottom lip slick with spit and wrapped tight around the other. He hums a soft sound of agreement that makes Hongseok choke above you. “I think you’ve indulged him enough by now, though.”
Changgu ignores your last comment, presses deeper until he can feel Hongseok hit the back of his throat. The elder boy gives an aborted groan in response, trembling at the feeling, at the effort it took to keep from fucking into the tight wetness of Changgu’s mouth.
“Maybe Changgu’s the spoiled one instead, hmm?” You’re talking just to fill the silence, gaze sharp on the way Changgu’s eyes flutter shut, tension draining from his body when Hongseok tightens his grip in his hair. You know for a fact that Changgu can take a rough throat-fucking, can’t count the number of times he’d taken the initiative and gagged himself on your strap.
“Gonna move now, ‘kay sweetheart?” Hongseok’s jaw is clenched but his voice comes out high anyway, breath hitching when Changgu gives a soft hum of acknowledgment.
Hongseok is nicer than you are – you’ve realized over time that no matter how quickly he took control he just never had it in him to be too rough. It was always up to you (or, rarely, Changgu) to take it to the next level. He keeps to a steady pace this time too as he fucks Changgu’s throat, rambling praise dropping liberally from his lips. You let them keep at it until Changgu starts making increasingly needy sounds, desperate and from the center of his chest, climbing in pitch.
“Don’t make him cum, babe.” It’s a warning they both sorely need – you know for a fact that Changgu had completely forgotten everything else around him, saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin. He coughs when Hongseok pulls out and lets you wipe at his face gently with the cover on the bed. (It’d be washed later anyway.)
When Hongseok enters him he slides in slowly in a way you know drives both of them crazy – you curl your nails into Hongseok’s bicep just to see the half-moons they leave behind on his tanned skin, grinning when his hips stutter forward as the slight sting registers. Changgu makes a pitiful sound once he’s fully inside, eyes glittering with unshed tears as he gazes at the two of you from underneath his lashes. He is so pretty.
“Good tears?” You have to ask, watching Changgu closely – you can see Hongseok doing the same in your peripheral, a combined silent sigh escaping the both of you when the other boy nods.
“Your turn, babe.” Hongseok’s voice is shaking when he speaks to you, but his body is perfectly still, hand rubbing up and down the curve of Changgu’s waist. The other boy’s hand rests on top of his while he keeps up the soothing motion.
“You’ll show me the same dedication and focus you were showing Hongseok earlier, right sweetheart?” It’s a question that doesn’t even need to be asked but you ask it anyway, thumb smoothing away one of the tears that had escaped and slid down Changgu’s cheek. Hongseok coos when he notices, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead while he still can.
“More. I’ll show you more.” Changgu’s voice is hoarse already from the throat-fucking he got, but his expression is serious, earnest. He has always ever just wanted to be good for the two of you.
Hongseok complains about that, just out of principle – it falls pretty flat considering it’s in between moans as he fucks into the other boy while you deposit open-mouthed kisses on his neck. Meanwhile Changgu gratefully drowns in the smell and taste of you, hand curled around your thigh gentle despite the way his other hand has clenched the bedsheets tight.
When you kiss him after he tastes of both of you, intimately, and you feel like something about that is just so right.
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“Do you ever wish I was majoring in something else?” Changgu’s wearing a light sweater that belongs to Hongseok, a bit loose on his slightly thinner frame. The fabric is soft beneath your fingertips as you toy with the hem of it. Hongseok himself is currently out being interviewed – there’s a nervous energy lingering from his departure that wreaths around the two of you curled up on the couch together. There was a good chance this was going to finally be an end to the trouble he’d experienced in trying to get employed.
“Why?” You’re genuinely curious as to where this is coming from – he was always so animated when he spoke about acting, passion bleeding into every single word. It was clear that it was something he loved doing.
“It’s just – I know it’s a hard field to break into. I know it teaches a specific skill-set that’s hard to relate to other job fields.” There’s a lot of tension held in his body – you can see that this is something that’s been weighing on him for a long time.
“People who don’t have a career in acting are always the ones who are most likely to talk about how hard the industry is.” Your soft murmur is a desperate attempt to soothe him, reaching to curl your fingers around his own. “You know Hongseok and I are going to support you going after whatever makes you happy.” His breath catches at that, like you’d surprised him with something, but you don’t know what that something would be.
“At first I was just worried about my future, but now –“ He’s not looking at you anymore, even with the close proximity, worrying the fraying threads of his jeans between the fingers on his free hand. You recognize that not only is he stressed, he’s nervous about something.
Sometimes, when he got this way, he didn’t feel comfortable talking to you about whatever the issue was. You tried not to let it get to you – he had known Hongseok a lot longer than he had known you, had more chances to spend time one on one with him. The love the two of you shared was more delicate and fragile, still searching for the best place to take hold and grow.
“Sweetheart –“ It’s you and Hongseok’s favorite pet-name for Changgu, the way it softens something in his eyes when he hears it, petal pink lips forming into the smallest of smiles. Changgu treated the name as a physical reminder that he was wanted. And he was always wanted. “You don’t have to talk about this right now if you don’t want to. We can make some of that tea you like that Hongseok hates and –“
“No, it’s not that. I just don’t… I don’t want to be a burden to the two of you later.”
He looks so on edge, like he was afraid that admitting that he saw the two of you in his future would be too real and would shatter whatever life he had begun to build. It makes something clench in your ribcage, how sweet the sentiment was, and how sad. He still had difficulty believing that you and Hongseok wouldn’t just grow tired of him someday.
But the fact that you were both a fixture in his thoughts of the future meant that this relationship that had been tentative at first was something he had come to cherish. You want to wrap your arms around him but instead settle for stroking your thumb back and forth across his knuckles, fingers clammy but still holding onto your own.
“Sweetheart, you know Hongseok and I love you very much, right? If it ends up not working out for you then we’ll figure out what to do about it together.” You can see emotion swimming in his eyes, feelings he either didn’t know how to put a name to or didn’t want to. “Is that why you started working with the hotline?”
“At first.” He shrugs weakly, gaze lingering on your intertwined hands. “But it’s easy work, and the hours are flexible.. I’m not forcing myself to do it.” You’re content to take his words at face value, for now at least.
“You’re not going to be a burden to us, Changgu. We’re not going to ever regret being with you. Besides, Hongseok hasn’t been employed for the last, what, half year? And he hasn’t been a burden.”
“He kind of has.” Changgu mutters, but you can hear the blatant amusement in his tone, the teasing remark underscored with affection. Hongseok may have been a bit overbearing at the worst of it, constantly flitting around the house or dragging Changgu to the gym between his classes, but you know neither one of you thought of him as a burden.
“You’re being difficult.” He’s laughing along with you, the tightness around his eyes from before gone. When you tell him he has to tell Hongseok everything he told you too he sulks impressively, cheeks still rosy with love and a comfortable tune hummed under his breath that only grows in volume when the two of you receive a flurry of exclamation marks in your group chat.
(And if he blurts it out as soon as Hongseok gets home, words rushing and tumbling over one another in his haste, no one needs to know. Hongseok’s arms are, as always, long enough to fit around the two of you and his whispered affirmations of love mix with your congratulations in a beautiful mess.)
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When Changgu comes home one day wearing both a baseball cap and a hood it puts you and Hongseok on high alert – in other words, the two of you are instantly racing to figure out what he was trying to hide. It doesn’t take much to get him to show you – Hongseok tries to overpower him but in the end it’s your “Come on, Changgu, show us” that gets him to relent.
He’s dyed his hair a sweet platinum blonde color, something that he probably shouldn’t have been able to pull off as well as he did. There is the familiar doubt creeping into his expression that you recognize, but neither one of you allow it to linger for long.
“Fuck, you look good – what prompted this?” Hongseok’s begun ruffling a hand through the younger’s hair, and Changgu just closes his eyes and lets the other amuse himself with it.
“Nothing really, I guess. I’d just been thinking about it for a while, and I suddenly wanted to do it and just.. did it before I could lose my nerve again. Do you really think it’s –“
“Yes.” You and Hongseok don’t manage to speak over one another, your affirmations blending into one loud word – Changgu startles for a moment before a brilliant smile breaks out across his face, streaks of blonde across his eyes from Hongseok’s chaotic hair-tousling. You can’t help the taunt that spills from your lips as you watch.
“What about you, Hongseok? Ever think about going blonde?”
“Absolutely not.” Hongseok grimaces out a smile that falls too fond to be taken seriously, laughing as he cards his fingers through Changgu’s hair, brushing away the strands he had mussed. The other boy’s expression is a mixture between embarrassed and flattered, trying to act like he isn’t as pleased about your combined attention on him as he is. (Changgu has always enjoyed being the trophy the two of fight over or dote on, and now is no different.)
“I can’t even imagine you with blonde hair.” You’ve reached up to run your own fingers through the flaxen strands, and Changgu dips his head more towards you so you don’t have to reach as far. “I don’t think you’d look as good as he does though, babe.”
“That’s why I said absolutely not, smartass.” Hongseok nudges you with his hip, hard enough he knows you’ll stumble – he also knows Changgu will catch you, wrapping an arm around your lower back to steady you. He waits the split second it takes the other boy to do so before swooping in and wrapping his arms around the both of you, trying to be as annoying as possible when he peppers kisses over your faces. Changgu preens under the attention while you complain and try to get out of his hold.
You manage to escape only because Changgu captures his lips in a deep kiss, Hongseok’s arms loosening instantly. The sound he makes shortly after tells you Changgu bit his lip, and you hum in surprise, impressed.
“I like Blonde Changgu, he’s fierce.” Changgu breaks away to laugh softly at your comment, flashes of his regular personality showing through his embarrassment. You’re quick to try and change his embarrassment to pride. “All you did was kiss him and I bet Hongseok is already ready to be on his knees for you.”
Okay, so maybe his pride came at the expense of Hongseok’s sometimes. The elder doesn’t seem to particularly mind in this instance, most likely because it was true, tongue flicking out to run over his slightly swollen bottom lip. It’s rare for him to not be a brat about a comment like that, but you’re not about to point it out to him.
“Do you work today?” It shouldn’t sound as seductive as it does, but Hongseok’s whispered it into the air between you all with a needy tone of voice that you know does things to you and Changgu both.
Hongseok had stopped working with the hotline shortly after getting employed, but Changgu still did it from time to time – it paid good money and you think there’s some part of him that likes the attention he gets from it, along with the chance to practice his acting (even if it was in an unconventional setting).
“Not anymore.” Changgu’s voice is a low rasp that you rarely hear from him – his voice had always been the deepest among the three of you, but it usually climbed in pitch during times like these, not deepened. After Changgu speaks Hongseok releases a soft sigh that wreathes around the three of you like a promise.
And now they’re looking at you, waiting for what, you didn’t know – permission, maybe, or just a sign that you were also interested. You flash them both a smile and a nod.
Changgu wastes no time once you give the go-ahead, an aborted yelp leaving Hongseok as his back suddenly hit the bed – the new bed, by the way, one that the three of you could fit on easily. Hongseok so often was the one that manhandled Changgu around that it was easy to forget the other boy had almost the exact same strength in his body that Hongseok did. He’s undressed in record time, gaze unfocused at the way you and Changgu work together with a scary level of intensity and efficiency. He ends up on his back between the two of you, his head pillowed by your legs and Changgu forcing his legs apart with his own body.
“Ah, fuck – Changgu, sweetheart, you can’t just –“
“What a good boy you are, Changgu.” Hongseok’s complaining and neither of you are listening to him, you praising the other as he ducks down to instantly bite into the skin of Hongseok’s thigh before moving to lick into him.
You know how Changgu likes to do things like this – while Hongseok is methodical Changgu is downright messy, lets saliva gather as he uses his tongue to alternate between shallowly fucking into his hole and using the flat of his tongue to tease him. It’s one of your favorite things to watch, and you busy yourself with tracing your nails across Hongseok’s chest in various patterns as his moans get louder and louder, Changgu dedicated to what he was doing.
“I’m gonna cum –“ It doesn’t take many minutes before Hongseok speaks, voice tight, desperation soaking his words. You smile at the sound and move so you can bite lightly at his neck.
“No you’re not.” Changgu turns his head to laugh into Hongseok’s thigh at your firm order to the other, soft and beautiful. Hongseok, meanwhile, makes an upset whining sound in the back of his throat at being denied.
“It’s not our fault you can finish from this alone, Seokkie.” Changgu’s on your side, always joining whichever argument suited his purpose more. Hongseok huffs and squirms in annoyance despite the fact that Changgu’s grip is tight on his hips and keeps him from actually going anywhere.
“Says the guy who can cum just from sucking my dick.”
“Says the guy who’ll complain if he isn’t allowed to choke on her strap.”
You let them bicker back and forth, mostly because you know it to be a sign of their love for one another. Changgu’s responses are quick and sharp but he’s grinning, white teeth on full display. Hongseok’s a bit sulkier, so you bend to press your lips to his jawline in a quick reminder to “play nice”. He was always just so stubborn.
“Are you gonna keep complaining or are you going to fuck me?” Hongseok’s taunt catches your attention, and though Changgu opens his mouth to respond you beat him to it.
“Work for it.” Both boys look at you the instant you speak – Changgu may have been the one being loudly in control, but any time you open your mouth it’s obvious that they both bend to you instantly. There’s a question on Hongseok’s face, and interest on Changgu’s.
“How?” Hongseok’s voice is rough, excited and eager and so obviously willing, moving to be on his knees. You love him so much.
“Why don’t you get him ready, hmm babe? Put that annoying mouth of yours to good use, yeah?” You reach to caress his cheek lovingly, sliding your hand up his face to lace through his hair. A groan catches in his throat as you tug, watching the way he falls forward onto his hands easily. Changgu just blinks at the two of you like he isn’t quite sure what to do.
It’d be cute if it weren’t for the way a switch is flicked inside him so suddenly – when Hongseok looks up at him through his eyelashes and opens his mouth Changgu’s gaze hardens instantly, one hand moving to his waistband and the other cupping Hongseok’s chin to keep him looking.
“Don’t keep him waiting, baby.” It’s all the encouragement Changgu needs, sliding his pants down his hips – Hongseok tries to lunge forward but you simply tighten your grip in his hair, stopping him short and listening to the beautiful sound of his whine of pain. He brought it on himself, after all, not waiting for permission.
Changgu surprises you both by laughing – it’s a soft thing, completely happy, and while it sounds slightly mocking you can see the way Hongseok relaxes at the sound of it. A content Changgu was something both of you always wanted.
When Hongseok is finally allowed to taste the other boy he makes a soft sound that quickly transforms into a whine of annoyance when you keep your grip taut and don’t let him bob his head, reducing him to only being able to take the tip of Changgu into his mouth. It should probably be excruciating for Changgu, but he seems so enamored with the level of control you have that his eyes are wide and glittering instead, fascinated and learning. There’s a strange burst of pride in your chest when his hand takes the place of your own in Hongseok’s hair, keeping the elder’s head in place so he can thrust shallowly into the other’s mouth.
“He’s learning so quickly – aren’t you proud of him, Hongseok?” You’re talking to cover up the sound of the lube cap being clicked open, and Changgu’s watching you with amusement. “Soon he’s gonna be able to get you on your knees with just a look, huh? And you’ll complain about it, like you always do, but we both know you’re looking forward to that day. Right?”
Changgu’s pulled back far enough to let Hongseok respond to you, but you slip a finger in him before he can say anything and he jolts forward in surprise, pressing his forehead to the other’s hipbone. You know for a fact he relishes the sudden, unexpected stretch, and if you were ever in any doubt the long wanton moan he gives at the feeling would clear it right up.
“You didn’t answer her.” Changgu’s voice is soft, as is the way he strokes Hongseok’s hair back from his face – he’s letting Hongseok use him for support as you fingerfuck him, even if his tone is stern. Just because he was soft didn’t mean he wasn’t expecting to be obeyed, and you know Hongseok recognized that. The only question was if he was ready to submit to it.
You give him a little encouragement by pressing another finger into his hole, and the words tumble past his lips in a breathless mess.
“Yeah, of course, anything for you two, anything.” He is so genuine with what he’s saying, everything coated in a painful level of honesty, and Changgu softens even more at it and bends to press a kiss to his forehead.
Prep from there goes quickly – Hongseok does his best to actually give Changgu a blowjob while Changgu does everything except let Hongseok close enough to do what he really wants to. It’s incredibly cute and you listen to the way the elder whines and throws a mini-tantrum, broken only by the sweet moans you manage to pull from him as you open him up.
Hongseok’s finally released from Changgu’s grip when you decide he’s prepped enough, and he rises up to his knees while the other rolls on the condom you hand to him.
“There’s no way I’m gonna last long..” There’s a bit of self-deprecating humor lacing through his words, a soft chuckle as he rakes a hand through his hair and tries to calm down. It’s a fruitless endeavor, as you all know – the two of you had strung him along for so long at this point that it’d be impressive if he lasted longer than a minute.
“You will.” Changgu’s voice is surprisingly assertive – you can see the affect it has on Hongseok instantly, the way he stiffens as if under his control. Maybe it was strange of you, but as the person who was always in charge you found it almost.. endearing to see Changgu behaving like this. “You wouldn’t want to cum on the bed, right Hongseokkie? We’re going to sleep here.”
“You’ll be fine.” It’s strange for you to play the comforting role, usually something relegated to one of the boys, but you didn’t hate it. A light reassuring kiss is pressed to Hongseok’s lips while Changgu busies himself with sucking bruises along the slope of one of his shoulder blades. You wondered if he was doing that because he knew Hongseok had a tendency to work out shirtless. “It’s fine if you cum quickly, baby – you’ll let us use you until we’re satisfied anyway, right?”
This was a new game – one that had been talked about, of course, but was still new. No one quite knew where the line to not cross was, but you all were tentatively feeling it out. Changgu’s glittering dark gaze meets yours over Hongseok’s shoulder in interest, both of you awaiting the other boy’s response.
“Y-yeah - yeah, of course.” His voice comes out raspy, not quite all there at first before he clears his throat – he is physically bigger than both of you, broad across the shoulders, but something about him seems to have shrank after that simple exchange. It was so rare for him to be in this position to both of you, and it was fucking beautiful to see the way he submitted so easily after the initial defiance he seemed to think was always part of the game. (And to him it probably was.)
They let you settle into place before starting anything else, leaning back against the headboard – Hongseok rests his head on the inside of your knee comfortably, looking up at you with that liquid chocolate gaze of his. This was a sight you were used to seeing, him between your legs and gazing up at you. It’s cute. He’s cute.
“Don’t waste time, babe.” You tap two fingers above your clit as a demeaning reminder, and you think you see him roll his eyes before he dutifully moves to press his face against you, tongue flicked out to have a taste. You glance up in time to see Changgu snap his hips into Hongseok’s, rocking the elder into you with a sharp cry – there was no slow slide, no warning. It was rough, exactly what Hongseok liked, and you were impressed with Changgu for taking that initiative.
“Blonde Changgu doesn’t fuck around, does he..?” You voice your thoughts aloud, mostly as a serious thought but also because you know Hongseok will be annoyed with the way you can talk despite the fact that his lips were on you. As you expected you can feel his pace change, sucking on your clit like he dared you to do that again. You do, just because you love to taunt him. “Does he feel good, sweetheart? Hongseok’s a good fuck, isn’t he – he tries to act all tough but what he’s best at is being a cocksleeve, hmm?”
Changgu doesn’t respond – you don’t necessarily expect him to, knowing he wasn’t ever quite sure how to respond to the low level of degradation you liked to heap on Hongseok. It’s not for his benefit anyway, and from the way Hongseok moans open-mouthed against you it proves you hit the mark you were aiming for.
When Hongseok pulls away from you there are reprimands ready on both you and Changgu’s lips, but he speaks first in a soft, wavering voice that short-circuits both your brains.
“I’m so close..” He sounds truly desperate, and almost pained, like he couldn’t handle everything that was happening – Changgu meets your gaze over his back inquisitively, but doesn’t stop fucking into him.
“Don’t.” You keep the word soft, letting him know that while it was an order it wasn’t a strict one – he just turns his head into your thigh and sobs out a moan, fingers grasping tight into the bedsheets. It’s only seconds later that he’s shaking and crying out, grinding his hips down against the bed as he cums. You click your tongue at him in disappointment but card your fingers through his hair.
“Neither one of us has cum yet, but you think it’s okay for you to? When you were supposed to be making us feel good?” His only response is a whimper, breathing ragged – Changgu’s stopped his thrusting, smoothing a hand up and down Hongseok’s spine. Despite your words neither of you make any move to follow through, letting him work through the height of it.
It’s not necessary to remind him of his job, or to force him to do it – once he’s done trembling he sucks in a still shaky breath before looking up at you. His pupils are blown and his lips are still slick with you when he presses an apologetic kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“I was close, before.” Changgu speaks up hesitantly, like he isn’t sure he wants to be the one to break the silence, and Hongseok arches his back in response.
“Then fuck me. You’re using me, remember?” Hongseok’s voice is rough but gentle, guiding Changgu through his dominant role with no hint of judgement. You tap his temple as a reminder and he offers you a sweet half-smile before re-focusing his attention on your core.
Changgu doesn’t start moving again until you offer him your own smile of encouragement, but Hongseok instantly keens at the feeling, apparently much more sensitive than he thought he’d be. It’s cute and you have no sympathy for him, pressing gently on the back of his head to remind him not to get distracted.
He does a valiant job, an almost constant moan lodged in his thought as he licks into you with a desperation to make you orgasm. You’re not sure he’s ever been so frantic about it before, usually so precise, and your breath hitches at the way you can’t discern any real pattern to his movements
“I’m –“ Changgu’s sentence cuts off, brow furrowing in the same moment you hit your peak, locking eyes with him as you curl your fingers into Hongseok’s hair tightly. The other’s eyes widen when he realizes what is happening, flits over your form multiple times like he was trying to ingrain it in his memory. A few more thrusts and he orgasms too, mostly silent and holding his breath until he releases it in a mix between a sigh and a moan. Hongseok goes limp between the two of you, most likely thinking he was finished.
When Changgu pulls out they both make incredibly similar noises, and when he goes to dispose of the condom you drag Hongseok up until his back is against your chest, leaning against you. He’s sweaty and clearly exhausted, rests his head back on your shoulder until you reach around to grasp his cock, still slick with his previous release.
“Oh, fuck!” He doesn’t do much else than curse, squirming desperately to get out of your hold – it’s desperate but with no real effort behind it. You know, even exhausted, he was strong enough to get out of your hold. Instead he just shifts around until Changgu bounces onto the bed in front of him, holding his hips to force him to stay in one place as he busies himself with tasting the inside of Hongseok’s mouth.
You can’t see it, but you feel the heat drip over your fingers at the same time Hongseok’s hand reaches out to frantically grasp at Changgu, dragging nails down his back helplessly as his noises get swallowed. He’s breathing hard and completely melts into your arms after, lets Changgu dote on him and litter kisses across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks.
A little later and Changgu’s propped up on his forearms on the bed, watching you fuss over Hongseok (and yes, you’re bickering with him even though it’s aftercare. The two of you couldn’t do anything without getting into an affectionate back and forth about it).
“Why don’t you ever let us do that kind of stuff to you?” His question is innocent enough, but Hongseok snorts in derision, knowing full well why. Any annoyance you might feel drains away when you glance at Changgu’s face, expression open and curious. You know he means it more in a “I want to make you feel good too” way, probably doesn’t completely understand the fulfillment you get from being completely in charge. It still puts you a bit on guard, an ingrained response from a man asking a question like that.
“Because I don’t want to.” It’s a simple answer to an innocent question, and you’ve got a row of well-rehearsed and practiced lines ready to slip off your tongue in your defense.
“Oh, okay.” He just blinks at you with love shining in his eyes and every word you’d honed to a fine point over the years shatter at his blatant acceptance. Changgu doesn’t care in the least if you don’t ever want to be the one lying under them, and you watch as he leans over to peck Hongseok on the lips before getting up, stretching as he declares he’s going to go look at your options for dinner. You catch flashes of his bare back when he goes, stripes from Hongseok’s nails dipping below the sweats the other boy had carelessly thrown on to preserve some sort of decency.
“I really love him.” The words tumble from your lips instead of everything else you had been prepared to say before, more a soft sigh than any actual sentence. Hongseok huffs out a quiet laugh, eyes sliding shut. Knowing him he was probably going to doze until dinner was ready, always so tired after getting ganged up on.
“Yeah? Me too.” Hongseok’s voice is filled with a sort of gentle warmth that you have only dreamed of ever feeling – and yet you feel it now, kindled by these two beautiful, stupid boys. You reach out to cup Hongseok’s face and he turns into your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm.
When Changgu wanders back into the room, talking about an assortment of things the two of you could make with whatever was in the fridge (courtesy of Hongseok actually keeping it filled, no doubt), hair still mussed and a light flush lingering on his cheeks, it feels like realizing a great fall you took was in actuality only a few feet, totally safe. Hongseok reaches out when he gets close enough, snags him by the waistband of his sweats (are they even his?) and pulls hard, with the intention of bringing the three of you back together. Changgu doesn’t manage to catch himself, falling half onto Hongseok who catches him easily, wraps his arms around him.
“What was that for?” He’s smiling softly, shyly, glowing under your combined attention but always a bit hesitant at receiving it. Hongseok presses a kiss to his cheek in answer and you can see the way he opens up a bit more, lets your love seep through the cracks left behind.
“We just missed you.” His laughter at your blasé response is cut short when Hongseok pulls him onto the bed more, a small sound of surprise lodging in his throat as he is manhandled into the space between you two.
“I was only gone for two minutes –“
“We missed you.” You cut him off, saying it again because it’s true, lips pressing against his own briefly. He returns the kiss with confusion, still smiling but not totally understanding.
“What about dinner?”
“We can order out.”
“We’re dieting, Seok.”
“Yeah, but you all just fucked me so hard that I’m pretty sure it’ll be fine. You never gain weight anyway, babe.”
Hongseok presses a lazy kiss to his jaw every now and then between their back-and-forth, still clearly sleepy but also stubborn enough to continue a meaningless argument in spite of it. Changgu’s eyes glitter with emotion every single time he does, hand resting lightly on the forearm you’ve slung across his side, fingers tracing nonsense patterns against your skin while Hongseok’s fingers tangle with your own. You listen to them bicker, like always, shifting around until Changgu is comfortably nestled between the two of you.
Safe, secure, in the space between you and Hongseok’s hearts where he was always meant to be.
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a hug per dollar
hello! it's me, the platonic anon from before... may i request a non-romantic, changgu & gender-neutral reader, coffee/study date? and maybe you could work in a reassuring hug 🥺 thank you so much 💛
Yeo One (Changgu) x (gender neutral) Reader | Platonic
fluff + comfort?! | 1.8k words
synopsis: overworking can sometimes be an easy, but terrible habit to fall into, but luckily, changgu is there to drag you out when you do.
a/n: lol i think i projected this to have 1.2k but it ended up with 1.8 but i am not complaining !!!! to my dear platonic anon, sorry this took so long ksdhfkdsj i hope you enjoy it !! i may or may not have done an uno reverse on stud.hui.o fanatic because now it is the reader who's overworking BAM 💛
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"Don't you think we've been here for long enough?"
Your hand stopped writing the flurry of notes and you looked at your friend, who peered back at you over his laptop. "Changgu, it's literally only been..."
You flipped your phone over to look at the time on its display and faltered when you realized just how late into the day it was. "I guess we have been here for a while."
"Which is exactly why I think we should—"
"But I'm not ready to leave yet!" You snapped back, immediately backing off when you realized how harsh your voice was.
"You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?" He pressed on and you buried your face back into the piles of work laid in front of you.
"We don't talk about that either."
He let you be and the two of you went back to working in silence for the next while until Changgu eventually got up from his seat. Your eyes followed him as he stretched and let out a sigh. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"Okay." You replied, and returned to your work.
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Not long after, a juice box slid into your view and you looked up at Changgu who returned after his bathroom break that took much longer than a usual bathroom break would've taken. You quirked an eyebrow in his direction.
"You got juice from the bathroom?"
He laughed and you took note of the other juice box in his hand — the exact same flavour as yours. "Of course I did. They added vending machines in the bathroom recently, didn't you know that?"
You decided to play along. "Is that so? No, I didn't know that. But do enlighten me as to why you would ever trust a vending machine located in the bathroom."
He laughed at your small jest. "Nah, I just went on an adventure to grab us some fuel." He dropped back into his seat and let out a relieved hum as he stared at his laptop. "After finishing that stupid essay I think I deserved the treat."
"You know, if you're done working you can always head back first. I'm fine on my own."
He shook his head adamantly at your offer. "This is our study session, you know? It's a we thing," he emphasized that with a point to the table. "So I'm not leaving until you're also done."
You sent him a small smile in appreciation and returned to your textbook, taking a small sip from the juice box as you did. It was refreshing and in the back of your mind, you wondered how he knew this was your favourite flavour. You didn't recall ever telling him.
"Though I think you've done more than enough work for today."
You didn't miss the next thing he muttered quietly.
"Look, Changgu, I'll just finish this chapter and we can call it today, okay?" You desperately held up a finger to assist in your pleading.
"One chapter and one chapter only." He reluctantly gave in, deciding to get a head start on another assignment in the meanwhile. Once again, you settled back into a comfortable silence, listening to the distant voices of others in the library.
You ended up finishing that chapter quicker than you initially thought you would and it flared up a new flame of determination within you. You could cram in a few more chapters then, right? You'll get them done in no time, especially with the flow you had now.
Agreeing with yourself, you got started right away.
You're pretty sure Changgu noticed when you flipped the page again.
And again.
And again.
Surely he's noticed the way you're slouched over a bit more now, the way your eyes were drooping and your gaze became unfocused. The way you've hardly touched the bag of snacks since he opened it. But you kept on going. Your determination knew no limits and you kept on going despite all the rational part of you that screamed at you to stop.
...Now, where did you leave off before you started daydreaming?
Right, at the end of this paragraph. You returned to staring at the mundane words in the textbook. You swore you were almost finished with this page but you also told yourself that what felt like hours ago. No matter how many times you read the same sentence over and over again, the words never seemed to stick in your mind. Your hand couldn't figure out what to write and what to leave out. All of it seemed important and you cursed the way your next exam weighed so much and yet gave you such vague preparation instructions. If only you had started studying earlier... but wasn't one week enough? Maybe you just weren't fit for this? Probably, because —
Changgu placed his hand onto yours. He gently pulled the pen out of your grasp and gestured for you to look at him.
"Let's take a break, you have no say in it. Seeing you like this makes me exhausted, I can't take this anymore."
No matter how many times you've drilled into your mind that it was absolutely not okay to take a break, the moment you heard the words from someone else, your composure crumbled.
You let out a deep sigh and let your weight rest on the table. "Yeah let's."
Changgu helped you pack your work away after cleaning up his own and waited until you were fully ready. When you slid the chair back to its former home, he held out a hand for you to take and you happily took a place by his side.
"Are you going to take me on another adventure?" You playfully asked, already feeling a little better now that your work was tucked away.
He shrugged. "Honestly, I had no clue where I was going to take you 'cause I didn't think you'd actually stop studying. But sure! Let's make this an adventure."
Stepping outside, you realized how much nicer it was to have a change of scenery. It was already late afternoon, the sun shining brightly above, engulfing you in a pleasant kind of warmth.
You sighed inwardly, this would've been more relaxing if your mind would just stop drifting back to all the work you still to be done. Hadn't you done enough? You worked so hard for the past who-knows-how-many-hours and yet it only left you unsatisfied and even more stressed.
Maybe it just wasn't enough.
A gentle bop on your head brought you out of your thoughts and you stared at Changgu, his hand still raised from bonking your bad thoughts away.
"Stop thinking so much." He crossed his arms and looked at you pointedly.
"Huh?"
Squinting his eyes, his face leaned into yours, getting closer and closer, and you found yourself edging away from the intrusion. Just as quickly as it started, he suddenly disappeared, straightening his back again and letting out a huff.
"Just as I thought."
"What?" You asked again, still lost.
"You're thinking bad things about yourself again! Stop that."
"How did you know?"
He playfully punched your shoulder at that. "I'm your best friend, you think I wouldn't notice these things? You always have this expression on your face when you're beating yourself up. Looks kinda stupid."
Your mouth gaped at his remark. "Hey!'
"I'm kidding, you never look stupid," he smiled and continued. "But what is stupid is you thinking that you're not good enough because you can't keep up with everything that's going on. Can you really blame yourself if some uncontrollable force decided to dump an unreasonable amount of work on you all at once? You're doing your best, which is one, really paying off because I swear you've covered like a billion chapters today. And two, is extremely cool — I heard the group studying behind us gush about how hard you were working and guess what?"
"...What?" You asked hesitantly, still trying to recover from your friend's spiel.
Changgu grabbed your shoulders to keep your attention. "I also think you're really really cool!!" He announced loudly, capturing the attention of a mother and her daughter nearby. They walked away after the initial surprise.
Your lip trembled, not even having it within you to be embarrassed by his public confession. Instead, you were overwhelmed by his kindness. "Changgu..."
He pulled you into a hug and you basked in his presence. The faint smell of fresh laundry lingered on his hoodie and you melted into his comfort. "You're doing great, and you'd be doing even better if you let yourself breathe for a moment. As overwhelming as it may feel, the only thing that's going to bring you down is yourself if you keep on going at this rate — not your work." He gently scolded before he pulled away and cupped your face, eyes boring into yours.
"Got that?"
You nodded hesitantly. "Yes."
"I don't know... that wasn't really convincing..."
You laughed lightly and pushed his hands away from you. "I got it, I got it, Changu. Thank you so much." You found yourself much more relaxed after your talk. "From studying with me to buying me snacks and comforting me... aargh, I appreciate it."
Changgu simply gave you a bright smile. "Anything for you."
That was all he said, but those 3 words were enough to express just how much you meant to each other.
"Besides, I don't think of it as a chore, any time spent with you is great."
You pouted. "You're too good for me, seriously. How can I make it up to you?"
In all honesty, you expected him to dismiss the question, but instead, Changgu's eyes wandered off as he placed a finger on his chin. "Well, I did notice that my favourite drink is on sale when I passed by that cafe on the way here..."
You sent him an amused look. "The juice wasn't enough?"
"Are you telling me to pass on a sale that takes a whole dollar off?"
Once again, you found yourself playing along with his act and your eyes widened. "Oh geez, you're right, we can't miss out on that." Pushing Changgu from behind, you ushered him forward. "Let's get moving! We spent so much time in the library the shop's going to close by the time we get there."
Changgu chuckled as you caught up and fell into step with his movements. "I'm glad to see that you're back to normal."
"And I'm glad we get to save a buck on overpriced drinks. Thanks for everything, Changgu." You swiftly replied and he sent a smile your way.
"Anytime."
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I think it's perfect || Hongseok
First one of my soulmate aus! I will be making this a bit festive since December is coming and when I post this it will be December and even if I'm not christian or that much for Christmas I love the music made for the holidays they give a warm and welcoming feeling.
Synopsis: Where you can hear when your soulmate is singing and vise versa
Pairing: Hongseok x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none! Slight bickering though
Gif credits to owner~
It started when you where 8 that you started hearing your soulmate sing, for all people it was different ages where it started but for you it was 8 when you heard him sing. Working on a school project you got shocked when you heard a boys voice start singing a happy birthday to what you where assuming was one of his friends, asking your parents if that was normal they laughed and nodded their heads yes remembering when they'd go to birthday parties and hear the other one singing for a friend.
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As you two started growing in your teenage years the boy had a beautiful voice which left you self conscious so the only time you'd be singing is when you'd do it mindlessly. Unknown to you your soulmate was confused on why you didn't sing as much but he had no way to poke at it to find out, he enjoyed your singing voice and liked hearing it even if it stopped him from sleeping sometimes from your late night studying with playlists in the background.
One of your most embarrassing yet meaningful moments with your soulmate was when you where really scared on how your grades would be in your project you worked hard on that was supposed to be a group project yet you ended up being the only one to work on it leaving it sloppy in parts. Grading came back getting a D you where distraught since it was an assignment that meant a lot for your grade and you feared your parents reaction. Not being able to stop the tears running through your face you tried to listen to music that would comfort you deciding to humm the lyrics quietly. Your soulmate took quick action being able to hear the sobs in your humming he worried for you, you where his soulmate after all.
"It's okay~ you'll be okay~" he sang, he wanted to comfort you but didn't know what to do since he can only communicate through singing. You smiled taking note at how your soulmate is sweet for trying to help, not sure if he was singing a song but you realized from your humming he probably heard your muffled sobs through the song.
"I'll be okay~" you sang shaky while laughing. He couldn't help but feel warm hearing your laugh effect the 'okay.' Through this interaction he wondered what other things he could talk to you about through singing for how much the laws of singing soulmates would allow.
It's a warm moment you hold with you, it also started the asking questions in a sing song voice or communicating through the songs you're listening to with that.
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Even though you weren't the most confident in your voice you really wanted to communicate with him. Thinking on different ways to start conversation through a song or a sing song voice you'd seem to back out easily. You've also spent times thinking about how you'll meet him, will you be able to tell it's him just from his voice? What will happen if you hear him sing in front of you? Many questions you don't have the answer too but nonetheless you see still are eager to meet him, sleeping on those questions you waited till morning to brainstorm a bit. Waking up you brushed your teeth and got ready for the day but since it was a weekend you didn't have much to do so you searched up songs on youtube to play. You where struggling to pick a song but decided with L.O.V.E by Frank Sinatra to listen to as you cleaned your room up mindlessly you started to sing along to the song swaying your body as you folded clothing.
"L is for the way you look at me~ O is for the only one I see~" you sang letting yourself let go for a moment to just enjoy the warm feeling that was being created.
"V is very very extraordinary~" Your soulmate sang along morning voice active in how he sang obviously sleepy, you found it cute that he knew the song and sang along; it wasn't uncommon for him to jump into the songs you where listened too but you where always pleasantly surprised from him knowing the song. You also couldn't help to admit how dreamy his voice is, he definitely was gifted in vocals and that you where sure of.
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Sleepovers with your best friend where always pleasant, she gave the most welcoming space to you whenever you came over. Baking cookies she got reminded of a certain someone and went quick to tell you about him.
"Soooo y/n there's this guy that I think you'd hit it off with amazingly. He's from the cooking workshop I have been going to this week and I became his friend early on and I think you two would make a great pair, can you please please please let me play match maker just one time?" She said to you looking at you with plead in her eyes, chuckling at her please you decided to hear more into her reasoning before accepting the offer of match making.
"Okay okay tell me more about him,, I'm a little unsure since what if he's not my soulmate?" You said.
"But !! To counteract what if he IS your soulmate?? And he's tall, muscular, very sweet, charming, smart and a really good cook and you're love for food and his match well" She said laughing, it doesn't seem like a bad idea to give it a shot she genuinely seems to like him as a match for you out the different times she's tried to play match maker this one seems different.
"Okay fine but if the date goes wrong you owe me okay?" Nudging her shoulder
"Deal." Your friend said nudging you right back
"Wait what's his name?"
"Hongseok" your friend said with a wink causing you to to your eyes. You soon began to smell a little bit of burning quickly making in the question.
"how long have the cookies been in there?"
"Oh fu-"
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You friend doing her magic in getting the okay to give you his phone number for a date you couldn't help but get a little nervous, what if things are awkward? What if he's not like how she says he is and he's only like that with her since he's trying to impress her? Millions of questions pop up until she texts you.
The best girl: his number is ×××-×××-×××× thank me later😘
The roll on your eyes could not be stronger but you typed his number in your phone and went to text him
Y/n: hey is this Hongseok?
Hongseok?: Yes it is 😊 I'm guessing your y/n?
Y/n: so do you want to grab coffee Saturday? We could get to know each other?
Hongseok: sounds like a plan☺️
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡
All the days leading to Saturday many thoughts where taken and texts where sent back and forth so you weren't complete strangers and he was genuinely really sweet and you did have a lot in common, you hadn't checked up on your soulmate through sing quizzing in a while so you where nervous in some senses since what if this is your soulmate? Or what if he's not? So many questions but you'd rather let them stay blank for now instead of stressing further.
Walking down the sidewalk you started humming a holiday tune wether it be Michael Buble or Frank Sinatra you where having a euphoric moment in the giddy feeling over going on a date with the snow falling down your excitement was prominent. The sweet feeling had a curl to it when your soulmate started humming to, what if you're meeting him? But what if you're not and he's so cutely humming with you? Not wanting to have this moment you stopped humming and quickly started moving towards the end of the block where the cafe was at.
Once reaching it you went inside standing near the entrance so he'd see you when walking in, going to text him on your phone saying you where here was quickly stopped once you got a tap on your shoulder.
"Excuse me are you y/n?" Turning around seeing a tall unbelievably handsome boy say to you, standing their taking in his features you noted his cute brown hair and big lips, he looked like a cute tall ducky in which you smiled at him before getting too lost in thought.
"Yes that's me" You said smiling brighter with a light chuckle causing him to flash a smile right back.
"Would you like to order with me?" He said taking his hand out for you to hold, taking his hand in yours nodding; your heart stumbled at how nice it felt to be on a date and how cute he was.
Once ordering drinks and getting to your table you began to start talking together.
"So what did you do before getting here?"
"Well I got ready made sure to look nice, then went on my walk to hear humming a few tunes not the most interesting things" saying with nervous laughter, you saw his eyes shoot up.
"What where you humming?" He said quickly.
"Oh just your usual holiday season music like 'It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas' simple songs like that." You said starting to think about your soulmate and see if this could be the make or break if this was your soulmate.
"This may sound crazy but you might be my soulmate." He said ears red.
"Did you hum along the tune with me?" Saying barely above whisper. He quickly nodded at you looking down at your hands that where still connected giving it a tight squeeze.
"To attest can you sing for me? I know my soulmates voice like no other at this point." You said smiling causing him to go beat red, you both knew you where most definitely right but not too bad to be careful.
"L is for the way you look at me" Once he sang you knew it was him, the smile beaming on your face your heart couldn't help but melt at the simple reference for song choice.
"I can attest it's you, you're voice is gorgeous Hongseok. I wish mine was as good as yours" You said with a blush growing on your face.
"No matter how you feel about your voice I think it's perfect."
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