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Finish Inside Me - Hwiyoung / Kim Youngkyun
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Prompts: “Finish inside me, I mean it .” + “I want you to touch yourself”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, masturbation, nipple stimulation, voyeurism(?), clit stimulation, brief clit sucking, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
Hwiyoung had been busy the past few weeks working on his solo debut album, today he had shown up at your place and asked if he could work there, for a different scenery and also to see if he could find inspiration, which is why when you were laying on your bed watching some YouTube videos you didn’t expect him to appear in your door and lean against the frame.
“Are you struggling?” You ask as you pause the video while turning the television off in the process and put the remote controller down on the bedside table. “I’m not surprised, you’ve been at it for hours, you need a break, Kyun,” You were about to get up from the bed, but his words instantly make you freeze in your spot.
“I want you to touch yourself,” He says. You look at him with wide eyes and swallow, you didn’t expect those words from him, which shocked and confused you at the same time.
“W-what?” You stutter. You could feel your heart beat picking up slightly and your insides dropping. “You wa-want me to t-touch myself?” You repeat his question and watch as he nods. “W-why?”
“I’m frustrated… and I want to watch you touch yourself,” He says. “And then I want to have sex with you,” You nod your head, slowly processing his words. Not once during your relationship with Hwiyoung had he seen you touch yourself nor has he asked this, so you felt somewhat nervous.
“I uh… never had an audience watching when I would touch myself, so… Just give me a minute, yeah?” You say. He nods his head as he watches you. “Uh, you can take a seat over there,” You point towards the chair at your desk and watch as he pushes himself off the door frame and makes his way into your room. How on Earth would you be able to do that in front of him? You climb off the bed and make your way towards the door and push it shut. “Okay, just… bear with me, Youngkyun.”
“Of course, take your time,” He says. You keep your back turned towards him as you begin unbuttoning your shirt, He watches as you pull it down your shoulders before you turn around and toss it towards the laundry basket, his eyes slowly move down to your chest before going lower. He takes in all your curves and thinks of the way he could grip you tightly if he wanted to. You pull your bra over your head as well, and his eyes instantly move upwards to look at your tits. You try to avoid looking at him, knowing you would blush and become even more shy if you did, but you could feel his eyes burning into you.
“It might take a while for me to get turned on,” You mumble as you push your pants down along with your panties. You toss the clothes towards the laundry basket before making your way towards the bed, your skin felt like it was already burning with his eyes watching your every movement. You climb onto the bed and lay down on your back, you stare up at the ceiling for a moment before you move yourself to sit against the headboard of your bed and spread your legs as you bend it.
“No rush, neither of us has done this before,” He says. “Take your time, whatever has you comfortable, should I get undressed as well?” And that’s when you finally look at him, he was leaning back against the chair with his hands on the armrests while looking at you.
“Maybe that would help, that way we’re both naked and vulnerable,” You say. He nods his head, and you watch as he stands from the chair, he pulls his shirt over his head and glances towards the laundry basket.
“Toss it, I’ll wash it for you,” You say. He nods his head before throwing the fabric towards the basket and reaching for his jeans, you watch as he unbuttons and unzips them before pulling them down along with his underwear and tossing them towards the laundry basket. He sits down on the chair and your eyes fall to his cock that seemed like it was starting to get hard. You force yourself to look away and at the wall where your television was. “Okay…” You reach for your breast and push it upwards, your thumb presses against the nipple and you slowly rub the bud. You were just too aware that he was with you in the room, and you were starting to doubt that you would get turned on.
You close your eyes as you take in a deep breath, trying to clear your thoughts and trying to forget that he was with you in the room, watching you and watching every movement. You slowly rub over your nipple before releasing your boob and bringing your thumb to your mouth, you push your finger into your mouth, licking around it before pulling it out and moving it back to your nipple and smearing your saliva over the bud and feel it harden as cool air blows against it. You part your lips and breath through your mouth as you rub over the hardened bud and feel your insides slowly tightening, you could feel your skin slowly heating up and the room temperature becoming thicker and warmer as well.
You bring your left hand up to your mouth and push your thumb between your lips and lick over the pad of your finger before you lowered your hand to your breast and rubbed it over your nipple, and felt the bud harden underneath your touch. You tug your right nipple and your breathing becomes heavier as you do, you roll the bud between your fingers, which instantly causes you to feel a warmth pooling between your folds. Hwiyoung watches as your stomach and chest rise and falls as your breathing becomes heavier, his eyes were rapidly moving over you, trying to see everything at the same time.
Hwiyoung could feel heat coursing through his veins and going straight towards his cock as he watched you, the sight was indescribably hot, the way you respond to your own touches, even if it was just your nipples, and the way you knew what you liked and what would work for you. He leans forward and watches with intensity as you pull and tug and pinch your right nipple while rolling your finger back and forth over your left one. You release your right nipple and slide your hand over your stomach, and he watches as you slide your hand to the inside of your thigh and slowly stroke up and down it before your fingers move to the crease of your thighs and rub along on either side of them.
Your breathing picks up as you feel yourself getting more and more turned on, you could hear him shift on your chair, and somehow you felt your skin only growing hotter knowing now that he was watching you, which made you wonder, did you have a kink for somebody watching you get yourself off? Or was it just because he, the one you loved, was watching you? Either way, you could feel yourself growing wetter the more you felt his eyes burn on you.
“Ohh…” You breathe out as you move your fingers over your folds and slowly stroke over them, the light touch was causing a tightness to build inside you and form into a knot. You slowly keep stroking your outer folds while your left-hand rolls your left nipple between your fingers. “Shit…” Hearing you starting to mumble and moan to yourself caused Hwiyoung to bite his lower lip as he watched you with dark, lust-filled eyes. You could feel sweat building up on your skin the more you stroke along your folds. “Ohh… Fuck,” You push down against your folds and slowly spread them open, a squelching sound goes through the air as they’re being pulled apart.
“Shit…” You mutter and slip your fingers past your folds and slide them along the inside. You could feel your wetness gathering around your fingers as you slide them along your pussy. “Gosshhh,” Hwiyoung leans forward in the chair as he watches closely what your fingers were doing. You circle your fingers around the bundle of nerves before slowly sliding them down to your entrance and circling your slit to gather more of your juices. “Youngkyun…” He grips onto the armrests of your desk chair, his knuckles turning white as he does, hearing you moan his name while you were playing with yourself was making him grow harder and making his mind spin. “Ohh… Oh!” You drag your fingers back towards your clit and slowly circle around it.
“Shit, Kyun…” You moan. Hwiyoung licks his lips as he watches your fingers, his eyes flicker upwards and saw your stomach rising and falling rapidly as you breathe in heavily. “Fuck, Youngkyun…” You slide your fingers over your clit and your legs twitch at the touch of the bundle of nerves and your toes curl into your soft bedding. You rub your clit again and your hips slightly buck at the touch, you slowly rub along your clit and feel fire spreading up your legs as the bundle of nerves was getting attention. “Ohh, fucking, so good…”
“Gaaawdd,” He moans as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock. He couldn’t help himself anymore, he had to give himself some type of relief as he watches you. His hand slowly slides along his shaft and rubs over the tip, gathering his pre-cum on his thumb before spreading it along his length. You could hear the squelching from his arousal fill the room and feel your pussy twitch at the sound. You rub your rubs faster over your clit, and you can feel a high building inside you.
“Ohh, my flippin’… Youngkyun,” You moan. You could feel your legs starting to shake as you keep rubbing your clit, he could see your chest rising and falling and your hand trying to move faster to rub your clit. “Fuck!” Your mind was slowly slipping into the blissful feeling your body was experiencing. “Youngkyun…” His hand slides faster over his cock, making sure to pay attention to the head of his cock to gather more of his arousal to spread over his length.
“Fuck… Y/n,” He groans out. He watches as you buck your hips up into your own hand as you rub your clit, your body was responding to the pleasure and it wanted more. “Fuck, so hot…”
“Oh, my… I’m going… I’m gonna…” You mutter out. Your mind felt mush as you were getting closer. “Youngkyun…” The sound of your juices was loud, and it filled the room, along with your heavy breathing and his. “Kyun!” Your back arches and you keep rubbing your clit faster and faster, stars form behind your lids. “Kyun, Kyun, Youngkyun, OH!” His eyes drop to your slit, and he watches as your release spills from you. “YOUNGKYUN!” The tension inside you snaps and your mind is thrown into the clouds, your back stays arched as you go through your high. “FUCK, FUCK!” He could see your fingers starting to stutter as you try to keep rubbing yourself.
“Fuck…” He mutters and releases his cock before pushing himself off the chair and making his way to the bed. He climbs onto the bed and grabs your ankles and pulls you away from the headboard, you pull your hand away from your pussy and boob and your eyes shoot open as you feel his warmth between your legs. His lips wrap around your clit and your eyes roll to the back of your head immediately as you feel him sucking on the nub to get you through your high, his hair tickles the inside of your thigh, but right now it was adding to the pleasure that you felt.
“YOUNGKYUN!” You cry out and bring your hand to his hair, your fingers twist into his locks, and you pull on them. “FUCK!” Your body shakes as you feel his breathing against your mound and his chin pressing against your folds. “FUCKING, FUCK!” His hands grab onto your thighs and grip them tightly, and you swear you cum even harder as he does. “YOUNGKYUN!” He could feel your body slowly calming down from the high you just experienced and pulling away from your clit. He rests his chin on your mound and looks up at you, watching as your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath. “Gosh…” You release his hair and let your hand fall onto the bed.
“That, that was hot,” He says. You open your eyes and look down at him, your pussy twitches as you see his lips glistening with your arousal. He sits on his knees and moves closer to you, your eyes slowly travel down his body and fall on his hard cock, the tip looked red, and it was glistering with pre-cum, well, his entire cock was glistening.
“Fucking, Fuck, Youngkyun…” You breathe out. You watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and moves it between your folds, your legs jolt as you feel him rub the tip over your sensitive throbbing clit before guiding it down towards your entrance. “Oh, my fucking…” He pushes the tip into you and your back arches as your jaw slacks.
“Oh, my… fucking, uhhmm,” He moans as he feels your sopping walls squeeze down around him, practically sucking him in. “Oh, uhm, Ugh,” He tilts his head backwards at the sensation going through his entire body. Your juices squelch as he slides deeper into you, filling and stretching your walls.
“Youngkyun, ughmm,” You moan. Your back slowly relaxes as you feel him pause once he was fully buried inside you. “Fuck, Kyun, shit…” His hands slide over the top of your thighs before he lifts your legs and places them over his shoulders, stretching you more open for him and pushing his cock deeper inside you. “Fuuuuck, Kyun,” You reach upwards and grab onto the pillows.
“Fuck, you feel so good…” He mutters and lifts his head to look down at you. The sight of you underneath him and his cock buried inside you makes his head spin with ecstasy. “Uhmm,” He slowly pulls his hips back, his cock sliding from you until he almost completely slipped out from you before thrusting forward, filling you with a swift movement. “Hmm, oh.”
“Ohh, oh, fuck, I… Youngkyun,” You moan. Your tits bounce along with his thrusts, and you hear the squelching sound of your wetness filling the room quickly. “Ohh, fuck, oh…” You could feel your insides pulling and twisting together as another high begins building. “Ohh, fuck, fuck, right there,” His cock was brushing all the right spots along your walls. “Fucking, Fuck.”
“Ohh, so good, fuck, you take me so well,” He groans. You could see his hair starting to stick to his forehead and the side of his face as sweat builds up on his skin. “Fuuuck, fuck, taking it so fucking good,” The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room and the air only grows hotter. You could feel the bedding sticking to your back as he rolls his hips into yours.
“Youngkyun…” You breathe out. Your mind spins and your vision slowly becomes blurred as your high gets closer and closer. “Ohh, my fucking… Shit,” You squeeze the pillows and curl your toes as you feel a hot, tingling sensation run up your spine. “Kyun… Kyun!”
“Fuck, squeeze me like that again,” He grunts out. He was starting to sound like he was out of breath as he was getting closer to reaching his high. “Fuck, yes, like that, again,” Your walls pulse around him, milking him for an orgasm. “Shit… Feels so good,” Your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall shut.
“Fuuuck, fuck, oh, my fucking!” You moan. Your grip tightened on the pillows, and your hands were starting to feel strained with how hard you were gripping them. “I’m gonna… fuck, Kyun, I’m gonna cum soon,” You manage to get out between pants. Stars danced and twirled behind your lids, and your mind felt like it was slipping into cloud nine.
“Fuck… cum for me,” He groans. Your walls clench around him, and you feel your muscles tightening up. “Shit, I’m not gonna last long with all your squeezing,” He begins rolling his hips faster in and out of you, you could feel your wetness splattering onto your ass cheeks as he does. “Fuck, fuck,” You lick your lips and let out a quick breath.
“Finish inside me, I mean it!” You cry out before you felt the tension inside you come undone and snap. Pleasure courses through you and your body shakes with ecstasy. “YOUNGKYUN!” The stars behind your lids turn into fireworks, and they explode behind your lids as your high courses through your veins. Your body felt light, and it feels like you’re floating through the air. Your back arches and his cock shifts deeper inside you for a moment. “FUCK!” You turn your head from side to side, and tears of pleasure leaks from the corners of your eyes.
“Fuck, oh, my fucking…” He groans out as he feels your release pushing past his cock and spill from you. “Inside you, fuck, yes,” His hips stutter as he thrusts into you faster. He could feel his balls starting to tighten, and fuck, he was close, he could practically taste his release hitting him. “Fuck…”
“YOUNGKYUN!” You cry out in ecstasy. You pull at the pillows, almost pulling them over your face as you do. “SHIT, RIGHT THERE!” Your hips buck to meet his halfway. “OHHH!” Your skin felt like it was on fire with pleasure.
“Fucking… fuck,” He groans out. Beads of sweat drips down his chest, and he could feel himself gasping with each thrust he took as your walls pulsed around him. “Shit… I’m gonna…” His thrusts become sloppy, and then you feel one harsh thrust into you and gasp before you felt hot ropes of cum filling you. “YYY/NNN!” His hips rock into yours to get himself through his high, while easing you through the final few aftershocks of your high.
“Youngkyun…” You whisper. “It feels so good…” His head falls back as he groans loudly, his mind spins with pleasure, and he could feel his energy quickly draining from him, the stress and frustration from earlier melting away. His hips stop once the last few drops spill into you, you open your eyes to look at him and watch as his chest heaves up and down, sweat coating his chest and his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. Silence fills the room, the only sounds that can be heard was your breathing and his as you were trying to even it out, your heart rate slowly calms down in your ears, and you feel your body cooling down. He lifts his head to look down at your body before his eyes meet yours.
“Fuck… that felt good,” He groans. He carefully lowers your legs to the bed and slides his cock out of you before laying down next to you, you immediately turn towards him, whimpering as you feel your mixed releases leaking from you. He wraps his arm around you, and you snuggle into his side almost immediately. “Are you okay?” His hand slides up and down your spine, and you relax into him.
“Hmm, all okay, all good,” You mumble. You could feel your eyes growing heavy and all you wanted to do was sleep. “So good, and you?” He could hear the tiredness in your voice and softly chuckles.
“I’m all good,” He mumbles. “You touching yourself, that looked really fucking hot,” You feel your pussy twitch at his words. “Maybe we can try it again in the future,” You slowly nod your head and close your eyes. “Or the roles could be reversed.”
“Youngkyuuunnnn,” You whine out. He chuckles lowly and pulls you closer to his side. “Gosh, don’t put that image in my head, I might just make you do it right now.”
“I can try,” He says. You softly smile and shake your head at his antics. “But I would rather get us both clean first and then get back to work,” You nod your head and open your eyes.
“I should go put your clothes in the wash first, and then I can just dry them later,” You say and sit upright. He watches you as you move to the edge of the bed, love and adoration in his eyes. “Go fill the tub in the meantime,” You get up from the bed, feeling how wobbly your legs felt, but you continued. “And I will be right back,” He smiles and sits upright on the bed, while you gather his clothes and exit the room with them in your hand.
“I’m so in love with her,” He mutters before standing from the bed and making his way into the bathroom.
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“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.”
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Unpredictable
Pairing: Hwiyoung x reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: There aren’t any, at least not in this chapter.
Genre: bits of angst | Fluff
requests - open
“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely,”
One unexpected family visit turns into one big roller coaster ride. You were supposed to come to California to visit your grandmother, but one visit turns into meeting someone you couldn’t bear to be around… The more you wanted to be away from him, the more he showed up everywhere… Was it fate? Or a coincidence?
Previous Parts:
Part 1
Part 2~
Masterlist
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Although you happened to recognize the boys right in front of you doesn’t mean you were a fan... The only reason you happen to know at least one of them is because your sister practically shoved her phone in your face every time, she would see a new picture of her damn husband.
“Uh... I think she’s a fan,” you heard one of them whisper to the boys and at that moment you knew you had to correct the boys right away because off the bat they assumed you were another fan. They probably assume that you were trying to look for them however you were trying to do the complete opposite.
“Oh no, I’m not,” the moment you happened to blurt that out, you looked at their faces and they went from smiling to looking at you in complete shock. Oh, did you say something wrong?
“Oh uh...” You could tell one of them was completely speechless until suddenly one of them thought it was okay to speak up.
“I know it’s none of my business but why are you here?” Well, you had no idea how to even take that question but just as you were about to answer you suddenly felt your head throb and you felt yourself feeling a bit lightheaded.
“Um... I came be-” you felt dizzier, so you tried to take a step, but you weren’t okay. You almost lost your balance but instead of falling to the ground one of the guys was quick to catch you.
“Guys I think we should take her to the hospital,” one of them said in a very deep voice.
“I’ll take her,” you had no idea what was going on; however, you weren’t okay.
“I’ll come with you, after all, I did hit her with the door,” yeah, he was the reason behind your throbbing head. The two approached you and both grabbed a hold of your arm.
“Youngbin, where are we supposed to go?” So, one of the guys that were holding on to your arm was named Youngbin?
“Take the van and head back to the hotel, Youngkyun and I will get a taxi and take her to the hospital,” Youngbin says, and you continued to stand there trying to get yourself together however you felt your head spinning... Before you knew it you suddenly felt completely nauseous, you had no idea why, but you could feel vomit slowly rising and you looked at the boys as they spoke...
And before you know... Right there you leaned forward and threw up...
The boys all pushed back except for one... One of them grabbed the back of your hair and held it for you as you continued with your business. You were surprised because that was probably the sweetest thing a guy can do however you felt like complete shit at this point.
When you finally finished vomiting, low-key embarrassed by your action you lifted yourself and the boys looked at each other, and then Youngbin spoke up.
“Yeah, we better take her now, we will see you later.”
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“Well, the good news is that you do not have a concussion, you will have a mini bump, but you are okay,” your doctor says informing you and you nodded.
“But wait... If I’m okay, why did I throw up and why did I feel dizzy?” You asked the doctor and he chuckled.
“Must have been something you’ve eaten because you're throwing up wasn’t caused by the bump. The dizziness is due to a lack of hydration. I recommend drinking something that has electrolytes. I will be back and will get you an ice pack, you should probably put it on that bump of yours and you should be good to go,” you just nodded your head and then looked over at the two boys who were on your side.
To be honest you were a bit shocked to see Youngbin and Youngkyun still standing right beside you. If anything, you were expecting the boys to drop you off and go on with their business however they did not seem to do that.
You lifted yourself from the bed that you were sitting on and you looked at the boys.
“You know you two don’t have to be here right...” You said looking over at the boys who were staring at you and one smiled.
“I know, but I feel like we are responsible for you especially because my friend here almost gave you a concussion,” Youngbin says smiling and although you were a complete asshole to him, you couldn’t help but suddenly feel bad.
Youngbin wasn’t a bad guy at least that you know of and right now you decided the least thing you can do is say thank him especially because he decided to bring you here to the clinic when he didn’t have to.
“Um... Hey, thank you again for bringing me here,” before Youngbin can say anything the doctor returns with a pack of ice and hands it over to you.
As the doctor was about to talk to you, Youngbin’s phone suddenly started ringing and he was quick to excuse himself.
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Youngbin’s Point of View
I told the boys to go back to the hotel, and to be honest, I wasn’t expecting any of them to call however one of them decided to call me and that’s when I knew one of them must have done something for them to suddenly call me.
“What did you guys do?” I asked the moment one of them answered the phone and it wasn’t long until I could hear Sanghyuk panicking on the other side of the phone.
“Uh, we may have a tiny problem,” I wasn’t surprised by the response. The only thing I was worried about was the problem the boys got themselves into.
Aish I should have gone with the boys back to the hotel room...
“What kind of problem are you referring to?” I instantly asked a bit scared of what Sunghyuk was about to tell me however instead of him talking I suddenly hear Jaeyoon speaking.
“Our manager is coming to our hotel room! If Youngkyun and you are not back in this room not only, will you two get in trouble but so, will we.” What on earth do I do now?
I knew I had to think of something quick. I mean I know I can easily make the boys stall the manager, however, Youngkyun and I would have to go straight to the hotel room and have no time to drop off the girl...
At this point on I have no idea what I’m planning to do but I must think of something fast before I get in trouble.
“Alright I’m on my way,” I informed the boys, and it wasn’t long until I ran off to where Youngkyun and the girl were standing awkwardly next to each other.
They looked right at me, and I didn’t know what I was planning to do but I must think of something quick.
“Uh... Do you have a specific time you have to be home?” I asked Y/N and she just stared at me confused.
“Why...” Instead of answering her, I smiled and then smiled over at Youngkyun.
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Your Point of View
How on earth did your life turn out to be this way? One minute you’re forcing yourself to be a nice sister and go to a concert to a group you didn't even listen to... Then the next thing you know your sister forgets the tickets and happens to sneak in... You get abandoned basically the whole night and at the end of the show instead of finding your sister, you found your sister's idols instead with a head concussion.
Why? Just why...
“Why do I have to go with you guys to your hotel room again?” You asked Youngbin confused, he awkwardly smiled and looked over at you.
“You see our manager is heading to our hotel room and if he sees Youngkyun and I missing we will be in so much trouble...” Youngbin tries to explain and although you tried to comprehend what he was trying to say it got you thinking.
Well, if their manager gets mad at the idea of them possibly leaving the hotel room, how will they react when they see me in their hotel room?
“So... It’s bad for you to be gone from your hotel room but okay for you to bring a girl over?” You asked and Youngbin's eyes widen.
“Oh no... I was just about to ask you... Do you mind hiding?” Wow... ONE CONCERT = Almost head concussion, meeting your sister's idol, heading to their hotel, and finally PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK WITH THEIR MANAGER.
“Wow... I haven’t even met you for that long and I am already getting told to hide?” You said confused and to be honest a bit annoyed, however, they both looked over at you with pleading eyes.
Why do you have to be nice...
“Fine,” the boys cheered and before you know it you felt the car stop and you, at last, arrived at the hotel.
Just by the looks of things... Just from today, you can automatically tell that this is going to be one hell of a trip. You have a feeling that this trip won’t be like your other visits...
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“Why did you bring her here with you?” One of the boys asked and all you could do was stay quiet and stand behind Youngbin and Youngkyun.
Okay first of all if it was up to you everything would have been different. You wouldn’t have gone to their dumb concert anyways. If you didn’t show up, then you wouldn’t be in this damn predicament in the damn first place.
Without even noticing you were so lost in your thoughts that you were looking right at the guy who commented.
“No offense,” you snapped back to reality and looked at him.
“None taken I guess,” you were offended but to be honest you didn’t even want to be there in the first place so who cares!
“Look, we didn’t have time to drop her off just to make it here before the manager does. So, the best thing we could do was come here and then see what we do after,” Youngbin spoke to the boys as they all continued to stare right at you.
Is there something on your face?
“She is some crazy fan doing this just to get closer to us,” one of them whispered to the boys. Did they forget you were in the room? Did they think you wouldn’t be able to hear that?
“You guys do remember I’m here, right?” You said looking at them and you noticed Youngbin hitting the one who commented on his head.
“Anyways if it makes you feel any better, I’m not a fan once again and don’t worry I don’t think I would ever be caught dead listening to your music so don’t worry about me,” you didn’t mean to be an asshole, but these boys have nothing to worry about.
All of the boys looked away and decided to keep their comments to themselves this time. That’s much better.
The boys continued to talk till they all suddenly got quiet when they heard voices outside their door. You looked at all of their facial expression and watched how they went from calm to panic in a matter of seconds.
“He’s here!” Youngkyun mouthed and they all looked at you and began to look around the room.
“Where do we hide her?” Whispered one of the boys and you watched as all of them were freaking out. By the looks of things, it must be their manager...
Instead of saying a thing you just looked around and found a room. If anything, you’ll just hide under the bed if it’s necessary, but you were pretty sure that the manager wasn’t going to look around the room for girls. Unless they’ve done something like this before.
As you departed from the boys you heard the whispering stop.
“Where did she go?” One of them suddenly asked.
“Who cares open the door,” damn who would have expected them to take so damn long. You stood and waited for the manager to be gone at last.
~
Youngbin’s Point of View
I have no idea where Y/N possibly went but one thing I did know is that I had to get the manager to not suspect a thing. I shouldn’t have brought Y/N back to the hotel, but this wasn’t planned.
Hopefully, everything goes smoothly, and I can return the poor girl to her home. What I still don’t seem to understand is how can she not be a fan and still show up at our concert.
My train of thought was gone when Inseong opened the door for the manager. He walked in and looked right at us.
“Glad to see you’re all here,” the manager says examining the room from up to down and even from left to right.
“Of course, why wouldn’t we be here?” Jaeyoon asks as he smiles and puts his arm around me.
“Just have to make sure you didn’t go wander off, you have to get some beauty sleep for tomorrow’s show,” just from body language I could tell the manager was suspicious.
Did he see us bring the girl?
I watched as the manager looked around one last time and then began to walk to the door. He smiles and looks at us.
“Tomorrow be ready by 8, you have rehearsal,” from that point on without anything else being said he looked at us and walked to the door.
I felt a bit guilty about lying so suddenly but what can I do?
I watched as he opened the door and before I know it, I see him step out and close the door behind him. As soon as the coast was clear the boys all breathed out and began to talk about how relieved they felt that he left.
However instead of joining the conversation, I began to wander off and look for Y/N,
Where is she?
~
Your Point of View
After hearing the boys convincing their manager that it was just them in the hotel suit you realized they are terrible liars. If you were the manager, you would have guessed they were lying but hey it’s none of your business.
“Where’s Y/N?” You were about to step out of the room when suddenly you heard the boys talking among themselves. You stopped walking any further.
“I don’t know but Youngbin why is she here again?” Didn’t we go over this already?
Sounds like the boys don’t seem to trust you however you can’t do much about it. Right now, all you want to do is go straight home and sleep. You weren’t planning to tell your sister about anything that has happened, and you still won’t. It’s nothing to be proud of especially since you aren’t a fan.
“I told you already that we didn’t have time to take her back home, so I brought her here,” Youngbin says and instead of letting the boy continue with their conversation, you decided to cut in and go home already.
“Alright I’m ready to go,” you said stepping out of the room and all the guys staring at you.
“Where did you hide?” Youngkyun asks you and you pointed at the room and then looked over at the rest of the boys and smiled.
“Don’t worry I didn’t steal anything if that’s what you’re wondering,” since they are so sure that you’re a crazy fan you just had to let them know you didn’t steal anything; not like they probably believe but still you thought you should let them know.
“We weren’t thinking that” Youngbin instantly blurts out and you smiled.
“Look it’s okay if you think I have bad intentions but trust me all I want to do is go home... So do you think you can tell me the address of this hotel?” You asked them to look around the room.
~
After that incident, you were expecting Youngbin to call you up a taxi and you could go home but nope. One thing you can say for sure is the boys are a bit extra with the situation.
They asked a favor for someone that was their translator in the concerts to borrow his car and Youngbin decided to go drop you off himself and you denied him over and over but didn’t seem like he knew what no meant.
Eventually, you had to say yes just because he kept insisting over and over however you were expecting just the two of you to be in the car, but Youngkyun and another member decided to tag along...
This seemed like a never-ending cycle, all you wanted to do is go home.
Was that too much to ask for?
“How long have you lived in California?” Youngkyun asks as you all sat in the car in complete silence.
“I don’t live here,” you have no idea why they are even bothering to spark a conversation however you weren’t all that rude.
“So, you’re on vacation?” Youngbin asks glancing over at you from the passenger seat and you nodded your head.
“Yes, my plans originally consisted of spending time with family, possibly reading, and maybe going out on adventures on my own instead here I am in a car with a group my sister adores,” you began to babble on and they all looked at you and you awkwardly looked away.
Maybe you should have kept your comments to yourself...
“So, wait, you came to the concert because your sister likes us?” Inseong asks and you nodded your head.
“Then why isn’t your sister around?” Now here comes more questions.
“It’s a long-complicated story that I don't feel like going in debt with,” you said glancing at the boys they all exchanged looks with one another and then stood quiet.
You weren’t being mean to them on purpose... You were just extremely annoyed with everything that just happened and right about now, you need sleep.
~
“Here we are,” you opened your eyes and looked over at the house and then back at the boys.
“Thank you,” you were planning to just thank the boys and go on, but you started to suddenly feel bad about how you treated them.
“And... I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I’m sorry to complicate your visit and I hope from this moment on we don’t run into each other, so I don’t complicate your time here,” you said looking at the guys from the window and they just stared at you.
“It’s okay... Sorry about your head,” Youngbin spoke up and you smiled and nodded your head.
After this point on you didn’t want to see them again. Not because you didn’t like them but because you didn’t have intentions of begin friends or letting your sister meet them. You know how your sister gets and this is for their safety...
You backed away from the car and watched as they took one look over at you and then drove off.
Now you can go back to normal vacation and hope that you won’t have any incident like this happen again...
We all know that’s not how life works…
~
To Be Continued
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like the night sky [hwiyoung]
You realise after getting to know your co-worker (who’s also a part of a punk-rock band) that everyone’s a bit lost sometimes, and there’s always more to people than you would think so.
➳ Characters: punk-rock band member!Hwiyoung x female!reader/you
➳ Featuring: P1Harmony’s Keeho, Cherry Bullet’s Haeyoon & Jiwon, SF9′s Chanhee
➳ Genre: band au, slice of life, fluff
➳ Words: 5.3k
➳ Warning: mention of food, insecurities (let me know if there are more!)
➳ A/N: This story can absolutely be read on its own, but it’s also part of my ‘kids in the dark’ series which centers around two fictional punk-rock/rock bands including Hwiyoung’s, Ten’s, Juyeon’s and Yeonjun’s stories. Check out the other stories if you’re interested!
Sometimes you wish that you could be cool like your best friend Jiwon who knows exactly what she wants - finishing her business degree as a top student, then landing a job at either Samsung or SK Telecom as a marketing assistant - or as passionate about your dreams as your co-worker Keeho who's currently working to save up money to do a backpacking trip around Europe within a year because he doesn't want anything to limit him, he just wants to enjoy life while he still can. Sometimes you wish that you could have a specific dream like so or something that you want to do with your life, but truthfully, you don't have anything like that.
You've always been interested in fashion, but dropped out of uni after a year because you realised fashion design wasn't your thing after all, and since then, you've been kind of lost. Everyone seems to have it all together but you. Yet, you also know that whatever you want, you need money, so you're working at a convenience store five days a week, covering the night shift on Fridays and having the Sunday shift every second weekend. This way, even if you find your calling in the near future, you have some money you can use as you don't want to burden your parents even more.
Still, that uncertainty is gawking at you, and sometimes you find it difficult to wake up motivated and go to work. Being this lost and aimless in your life isn't something that you like to deal with, but it's something that you must do either way. Even if you're terrible at concealing it sometimes.
“Are you okay?” Another co-worker of yours, Youngkyun, inquires when you let out the third sigh of the morning as you're arranging the shelf in front of you while he's loading some items onto the opposite shelf.
“Yeah, sure,” you mumble absentmindedly, already used to telling everyone the same because you don't want to burden them. Probably everyone else has it worse than you. At least, you have a job, you should be thankful for that, too.
“Alright,” he breathes out, not too convinced, yet he's kind enough not to press the buttons. Youngkyun is a nice guy. You don't know him that well since he usually has the slot after yours while you have your shifts with Keeho or Haeyoon most of the time, so you don't usually exchange a lot of words. Yet, yesterday, Keeho spent more time in the staff toilet than between the shelves, so Youngkyun is covering his place today, that's why you're there together.
You don't want to talk about the matter though since it's not like he can help you and it's not like you're close. Still, something tugs at your heart because he not only noticed that something was off, but also decided to ask about it which is usually quite rare when it comes to others’ observations regarding your behaviour. There are worse and better days, that's all.
You continue loading the items and arranging the shelves in silence for a while, but even with the ladder under you, you have a difficult time reaching the top shelf. You let out yet another sigh when a plastic bottle falls from the top shelf onto the ground.
You're about to get down from the ladder, but Youngkyun is faster, and already reaches it out to you when you get down halfway.
“Thank you,” you say, a bit taken aback, but he just shrugs his shoulders.
“No problem,” he mumbles, and looks at you for a few seconds longer than he probably should because you grab the bottle from his hands as quickly as possible. Truthfully, since you've never interacted a lot before, your surprise is newfound when you recognize the hazel brown shade of his eyes and the way his chin-length hair slightly curls at the back of his head. You remember that you were a bit baffled by his slightly longer hair when you first saw him because guys your age don't have such hair, but it suits him, you have to admit it.
You don't ponder over his worried eyes though, you turn back to the shelf instead, continuing what you've been doing. Youngkyun doesn't speak up either, and so you think it's enough of an interaction for one day, but around half an hour before the end of your shift, he speaks up, asking if it would be a problem for him to leave now.
“I've talked about it with Mr Kim, he says it's fine, but I've wanted to ask you, too,” he explains as if you could go against anything that Mr Kim - your boss - says. Plus, it's not like the peak time is just before closing hours.
“Sure. I'll manage.”
“Thank you so much. I really need to leave now to be in time for the soundcheck,” he justifies, directing a relieved smile at you, and you nod, trying to mirror his actions.
You don't even think too much about it, but as he leaves the store, waving you a coy goodbye, and puts on a leather jacket, you wonder whether he's like an aspiring artist or something because who else would go for a soundcheck looking like that?
Then again, it could be something you don’t have any idea about, and maybe he also has it all together unlike you.
The thing with Keeho is that even if you don't ask him anything, he'll just say whatever comes to his mind, and the next time you see him, it's no different. He goes on about how he thinks his stomachache and three-day long diarrhoea (you didn't need the details, but anyway) was because of the raw fish his Japanese friend has made him eat, and how much pain he's been in and so on. So when he goes on to say how lucky he was that Youngkyun could take his place, you decide to shoot your shot, feeling curious. You try to be subtle though, so you say:
“He did leave a bit early due to some soundcheck, but I've managed.”
“Oh yeah. It must be because of his band,” Keeho shrugs as he's currently going through the pre-packaged sandwiches to see which ones have their expiration dates soon. That's good enough, he's occupied instead of watching your facial expressions, hence you pry further.
“He's in a band?”
“Oh yeah. It's pretty cool, isn't it? It's called Rebel Rhapsody, and they're making rock slash punk-rock music. I've seen them once, actually accidentally because my bro - Kevin - from international school knows the guy who's the drummer of the band, so we went to one of their gigs,” he chatters without a care in the world.
You should be surprised that he once accidentally saw his co-worker playing in a band instead of knowing it beforehand, but it's Keeho, and it seems like he knows the whole neighbourhood. He has a lot of friends from the international school he went to, he has the friends who are the sons of his mother's girlfriends, he's friends with his neighbours and probably even a lot more people, they are just who you know of.
“Ah, I didn't know,” you mumble under your breath, and the boy hums as he places a still good sandwich on the shelf.
“You might be able to get to know him better. Mr Kim said that we'll need to arrange our schedules again once the new semester starts and Haeyoon and Chanhee know about their classes. So we might not have all our shifts together which is just saaaad,” he pouts like a child as he turns to you, looking for confirmation. You let your lips curl upwards at his antics.
“I know, it's sad. But who knows? We might still have all of our slots together,” you shrug, and seeing the boy's radiant smile, you know that it was worth it. It's so easy to make him smile, but it's not that easy the other way round.
Keeho was right. You do get to know about your new schedule a few weeks later. Since you don't have uni or anything else besides this job of yours, you're fine with anything, it's up to others instead.
It seems that you have more night shifts this time, and just like Keeho has mentioned, you're separated for two days out of the five. You have half of your shift with Haeyoon and the other with Youngkyun on those two days which is more than fine with you.
The fun(ny) thing about working at this particular convenience store is that whoever has the shift can decide on the songs you listen to, and since Keeho is just so full of song recs, you usually let him put on some playlist and blast it through the speakers. Obviously, there are some songs that are out of the question (containing swear words and such), but Mr Kim is usually in the back office area dealing with the supplies and invoices, so he doesn't have anything against Keeho's playlists that can contain anything from Nicki Minaj to Taylor Swift.
On the other hand, Haeyoon is more of a slow song type of girl, so you listen to a lot of ballads and R&B songs with a sprinkle of fun, usually upbeat songs to compensate for the chill, sometimes sleep-inducing songs. When you had your shift with Youngkyun for the first time when he covered for Keeho, you went for an online radio station like always, and since he didn't say anything about the music, you didn't ask either.
However, the next time you have your shift with Youngkyun and he arrives after you (he's not late, you're just early), you feel the need to ask if he would like to listen to something else. Maybe even see for yourself if he prefers heavier songs given the fact that he's part of a band.
“Oh, it's fine with me. I don't mind listening to the radio,” he shrugs his shoulder casually, and you hum, turning back to the counter to spray it with some antibacterial surface cleanser and then wipe it off.
Today, he has his hair in a man bun, and gosh, it does look good on him. His chin-length hair makes it seem like he’s some kind of royalty, and gives his face a softer shape, but with him pulling his hair into a bun, his features appear more mature and chiselled. You have a difficult time imagining him in a punk-rock band, but it’s not like looks are everything.
“So uhm…” Youngkyun breaks the silence that falls over the two of you (excluding the new N.Flying song that’s coming on the radio), and you turn towards him, tilting your head curiously. “Are you studying at uni like Haeyoon and Chanhee?” He asks tentatively, probably for a conversation starter rather than anything else, so you don’t think too much into it. It’s not like you have anything to hide, right?
“Ah, no. Uhm… I’ve dropped out.”
You’ve already received multiple reactions to such a statement, people looking at you with either pity, sadness or disappointment. Youngkyun, on the other hand, doesn’t seem taken aback at all. He seems rather unfazed, and you’re already thankful for that, but for his words, even more so.
“If it didn’t seem right, that’s good, I guess,” he concludes solemnly, and the empathy he oozes makes you speechless for a moment. You try hard to find the right words to say, but nothing comes out. You just look at him, wondering what he might be hiding under those hazel orbs, and what layers are there to him to react so supportively to an otherwise (usually) shocking sentence.
“How about you?” You mutter when you find enough will in you to pull yourself together, shaking yourself out of your own awe.
“Me neither. I'm working here and also at a music store.”
Somehow, you aren’t surprised by that. If he’s in a band, there’s a high chance that he enjoys music, and what better way to work than work somewhere where you’re close to what you like? Also, you aren’t surprised that he has two part-time jobs because he’s not a full-time employee here like you, so if he’s not making that much money with his band (you have no idea), maybe he needs it.
“I bet they have better background music than we do,” you blurt out without thinking too much into it, but he bursts into this caramel-sweet laughter, and it’s gooey, it’s warm and it’s addictive. Something tugs at your heart, sending your lips into a bit of a crooked yet nevertheless genuine smile.
“It’s not better, it’s just different,” he explains nevertheless, a smile still hiding in the corner of his lips. “I’m actually in a band, and they let us practice there, so it’s great,” he adds casually, and you think that it’s a good sign that he has let you on this fact himself, so you dare to ask:
“Yeah, Keeho said that you’re in a punk-rock band. How did that come about?”
It’s a funny story, he says, and it’s actually one. He and an ex-member of the band were classmates and they stood beside each other in the school choir, so they got close, sharing the same passion for music (even if school choirs are probably the furthest thing from what they’re doing now, and that’s exactly why it’s funny). Juyeon - their drummer - and Ten - lead vocalist and rhythmic guitarist - lived together after Juyeon had moved to Seoul. They didn’t know that they both liked music until it just came up during one of their conversations. After that, they’ve started looking for members who might be interested in starting a band, and Youngkyun and Wooyoung having advanced from school choir to a school band joined them after finishing high school.
However, before you can ask him about how they come up with songs and arrangements, a customer comes in, and you greet her, Youngkyun going back to the cash desk after sending a smile at you. You turn back to the shelf only to smile to yourself, curious how his story would continue, hoping that it wouldn’t be as awkward between you two from now on as it was before.
It’s not awkward at all, it seems. You and Youngkyun continue getting to know each other through small talks between cleaning the store, arranging the shelves or dealing with customers. You get to know that he’s more confident in his guitar skills than his singing, but the other members are very supportive and help him out whenever he struggles with singing. He also lets you know how one of their previous members left the band when you casually ask you about it, and even though it’s kind of an infuriating story (Wooyoung leaving for another band), he says that they’ve grown closer with Ten and Juyeon even more since the incident, but they’re still hoping to find another singer.
You also talk about how you’ve dropped out of your fashion designer major, and that you have no idea what you want to do from now on which comes as a great relief - to be able to say it out loud at least. Youngkyun isn’t judgemental - he never is around you though Keeho always calls him out because the boy is sometimes cheeky with him -, he points out that you’re still young and have plenty of time to figure things out.
“I know, it’s just that there are so many people around me who are my age and they have something to brag about - having a degree, doing internships, having their own flat, going abroad and such. Meanwhile, I don’t have any of those,” you admit what’s been really bugging you lately, especially seeing your acquaintances' photos on social media about their graduation.
“I used to think like that, too. With our band still trying to break through, it’s difficult not to undermine your achievements,” he hums solemnly, halting in filling the shelf and turning towards you with his body. You turn to him in return, searching for his hazel-brown eyes that shine under the light coming from the lamps above you.
Some time ago, you were icky about being close to him. Not because it was him but because you preferred when people didn’t invade your private space. However, you’ve grown accustomed to being so close to him that you can spot the moles on his face, your hands brushing when you reach into boxes together, your shoulders brushing when you look at stock information together on the computer screen and your fingertips electrifying each other’s when you hand each other the keys. So many tiny things that make you unfazed when it comes to your other co-workers, but when it comes to him, your heart does somersaults, and your cheeks dress in so many different shades of red and pink, it’s almost embarrassing.
How can you not react like this though when Youngkyun is just so kind, so attentive and so understanding? His empathy is something that you appreciate a lot, and whatever you talk about, you just feel… normal beside him. Not the odd one out. You feel at ease, and it’s not something that a lot of people can make you feel. Not to mention his dimples that pop out whenever his lips curl upwards, a sight that makes your heart beat a million times faster.
You try to pacify your heartbeat this time too when it feels like his gaze is searing into your soul. Nevertheless, his raspy voice when he speaks up sends a shiver down your spine.
“Have you taken some time off for yourself ever since you started working here?” Youngkyun asks, and you blink confused.
“Of course. I’ve taken my days off as I should have.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he corrects himself, some awkwardness lingering in his words. “I meant that have you taken yourself somewhere nice or tried something out that you’ve wanted with the money you’ve earned?”
Oh. Now it makes sense why he had such a question because no, you haven’t. You’ve always tried to save up in case something calls to you, and you need the money urgently, but truthfully, since you still live at home with your parents and they don’t want you to move out until you have a “more serious” job, all you do is pay for your expenses such as food and travel, you don’t really spend money on yourself.
So you shake your head, too struck by the realisation to mutter out a few words.
“I think you should. You worked hard in the past years, you really deserve to see what you can get yourself with the money you’ve earned,” he mentions seriously, and suddenly, you feel like a child being caught red-handed.
“How about you? Did you do so?” You blurt out in all your confusion, and seeing the boy’s perplexed expression, you feel amused. Huh, so it’s not like that the other way round either.
“Well, I’m busy with practising…”
“Well then, I’ll do it if you do it too,” you shrug casually, and you’re about to turn back to the shelf, but Youngkyun’s question catches you off-guard.
“You mean we should do something together?”
You try not to appear too dumbfounded by his question because that could backfire, but oh gosh, did you really phrase yourself like that? Not like you would mind, honestly, but still… Even just the thought of spending time with Youngkyun out of the store seems scary yet exciting at the same time, and you can’t stop your heart from jumping up and down with all the overwhelming emotions that are washing through you.
“I mean…” You clear your throat, blinking up at the boy who’s towering over you, and all you can see is curiosity. No judgement, no protest, just curiosity. Which only prompts you further. “We can if you want to, but we don’t have to. I’ve just said so because it seems you aren’t treating yourself either. Which, you know, isn’t a problem, but you’ve just mentioned that I should, so…” Your voice trails off when you realise just how much you’re blabbering, and even the boy’s lips curl upwards at your rambling, so you feel like it’s better if you just shut your mouth.
“Okay, we can do so,” he gives in without hesitation, his lips stretching into a wide, sunshine-like smile. You smile back at him, but it’s so automatic, you don’t actually realise it until you turn back to the shelf to continue loading it.
Gosh, just what did you get yourself into? Going somewhere other than the store and doing something together with Youngkyun? You would have never thought you would reach this point, but you don’t mind. You really don’t.
So you just continue smiling to yourself until a customer comes and duty calls.
After agreeing on doing something together, slowly all the details come together. You don’t rush anything, and since you’re working most of the time, you don’t even have time to discuss it further.
However, sometimes you stay together at the store after closing for the day, talking about your upcoming day-trip and you start walking to the metro station together as well. It’s natural, so you don’t think too much into it. It’s not like the boy walks you all the way home because he goes in the opposite direction from the station, but still, it’s more than just spending time together at the store.
Even when Keeho learns that you’re taking a day off and teases you about it once he asks what you’ll do, you don’t mind. He also blurts out that Youngkyun has been talking about you for some time, so it’s not like he didn’t see it coming.
“Come on, it was so obvious. Like you are both the types to be all shy and reserved and you both need time to open up, but you’ve been smiling so much ever since you have shifts together. I bet it’s not because of the repainting of the walls,” Keeho explains as he points around you, and you can’t help but laugh at his assumption. While it’s true that Mr Kim has decided to have the staff room and the front of the store re-painted and it looks much better than before, it’s definitely not because of that.
“Besides, I’m rooting for you two. I’m all about self-love, you know, but I really hope I can say that this store has brought you two together, and I could see it for myself. Like that would be soooo romantic,” he coos into your ears as he’s walking past you, brushing his shoulders with yours.
You blush too deeply to be able to get back at him, but no matter how much he claims that your day-trip seems like a date and you claim that it’s not (your best friend is the same), you can’t get it out of your head when you take the train to the coastal town together with Youngkyun, him talking about band stories while passing by cities and you sharing family stories about summers and school trips and whatever that comes to your mind. You listen to snippets of Rebel Rhapsody’s songs through the earphones he shares with you and watch as he blushes hearing your compliments. You point out certain fractions in the beautiful scenery on the other side of the window, both of you taking pictures of it (and of him, too).
When you get to the town, you start by walking along the main road, going through the market square and trying out some food and drinks at the different vendors. It’s just the perfect day for such an activity, the sun shines but not too bright, just enough to make you feel warm and comforted (or maybe it’s Youngkyun’s presence).
After filling your belly, you walk to the coast, drawing tiny little nothings in the sand with your shoes, dipping your feet in the cold water, walking all the way to the lighthouse to look into the unknown from there while taking many pictures of the scenery (and each other), laughing when seagulls attack you or the wind gets into your hair, making all the time spend on brushing and styling it in the morning worthless. Though from the sweet smiles and heartfelt giggles that you receive from the boy, it’s all worth it.
After all the walking, you sit down on a bench along the coast and look around, thankful that you’ve decided to come here and you did it with Youngkyun on top of that. It’s just so tranquil, not only the scenery and the scattered dots of people in the distance, the light blue shade of the sea, but also the light breeze that caresses your cheeks, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the boy’s sound breathing beside you.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Youngkyun speaks up, his voice coming out raspy yet still oh so gentle. His voice is just as calming as his personality despite its depth.
“It is,” you hum, taking a deep breath before you continue. Something’s been weighing down on your chest, it’s time to let it out. “It’s making me see things in a different light. We’ve come across many people today at the train station, on the train, at the market and here along the shore as well, and everyone probably has their own worries and uncertainties. A lot of them seem to enjoy what they’re doing. Like you wouldn’t say to that lovely old lady at the juice stall that she doesn’t have a serious job or tell the ticket inspector to find something else. I guess I was just too hard on myself, too fixated on the girl who thought that she had to be a fashion designer at all costs or else, she wouldn’t matter.”
When you say it out loud, it seems so mean, so burdening. The truth is, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself these past years, and it’s true that it’s very ill of you to tell that to anyone, let alone yourself. Ever since you became uncertain about your uni major and eventually dropped out, you’ve been making yourself feel less because of it. Hearing yourself admit it, it’s just as bitter as it is deliberating; as if you’re crawling out of a cage you’ve put yourself in.
“You aren’t that girl anymore. You’ve changed, and that’s okay,” Youngkyun breaks the silence when he realises that you’re too up in your head to add anything else. “Besides, if you hadn’t gotten into your major, you would have been upset over it and felt like you missed out on your calling. While attending university, you’ve realised that it’s not what you want to do, so you don’t have regrets now,” he adds gently, watching your reaction attentively as if he was afraid of you going against his words, claiming that it’s not like that.
On the other hand, he’s right. It would have been so much worse if you hadn’t made it, if you hadn’t given it a chance, so that you wouldn’t have been able to see it for yourself that you actually don’t want to go down this path.
“Do you have any regrets because you’re working two part-time jobs to be able to make music?” You turn to him, curious if he wishes his life turned out any different. The way his lips curl upwards and he runs a hand through his hazelnut-locks so smoothly tells you the answer that you’re searching for even without his confirmation.
“No. I have two very close friends because of music, they almost feel like brothers I’ve never had. Music is also a kind of creative outlet for me that’s still a bit… personal. Juyeon likes to say that I’m able to tell through music what I can’t put into words, and I think he’s right.”
“Well, your music really speaks to many. I hope it’ll find many more people that need it,” you tell him encouragingly, and he gives you that crooked yet beautiful half-smile that makes him appear like a prince, so elegant yet still so soft, and you wish you could capture this feeling in your chest, the warmth that radiates off of him, the comfort that moves into your heart and the way his face lights up at the compliment. All of it is just so different, so scattered, yet when they are together, it makes the experience magical. Much like the notes in a song that result in something so grand and beautiful.
You continue smiling at each other, sharing heartfelt words over the sounds of the waves crashing and the hustle-bustle from tourist groups walking along the shore, and you realise that he was right (as always): you really needed this. All of this, Youngkyun included.
Your best friend - Jiwon - likes to say that life is like the night sky; sometimes you hate when it comes because you want daylight to stretch on further just so that you can enjoy the sunshine, the warmth and the lack of dark, sometimes you really love it and look forward to it because days can seem endless and the sky darkening means that no matter how much today sucks, it’ll be over soon.
You agree with her, but you would also add to her words that it’s nice to look up at the night sky because of the stars that always come up. They shine bright, they continue lighting up the way for people wandering the streets, and if it weren’t for them, there would be constant darkness. They seem like such tiny particles from afar, but just how much impact do they have? It’s truly fascinating.
You feel like meeting Youngkyun was like finding a new star on the sky; he’s been around you for sometime before you got to know each other, but you’ve never paid much attention to him, never got close. Since then though, you’re looking for him, waiting for the time to see him, and you appreciate the light and warmth he brings into your life. There might be other stars on the sky, other things that could make you happy, but it was him that lit up your way. You might not know where you’re headed still, but you’re trying to be okay with it.
And him? He’s doing well, Rebel Rhapsody has been asked to perform at more places, and they’ve even entered a competition that could secure them a record deal. You’re supporting him as much as you can, truly hoping that their music will find those who need it just like you do. So even when he’s not with you, you just put in your earphones and listen to their songs, your heart feeling a bit lighter every time.
And you two? Everyone around you two (especially Keeho, Jiwon and Youngkyun’s bandmates) seem to be prepared for the confession you have when you announce that you’re together, and since then, you can’t hear the end of it that they’ve told you so. You don’t mind though, after all, you can’t always see all the stars on the sky, and it takes time to find the one that’s meant for you.
A/N: Thank you for reading my story! It means a lot to me. ❤️
This whole series actually started with a drabble&moodboard challenge back in 2020, but soon enough, I’ve realised that I would like to write more about this band that I’ve put together (Rebel Rhapsody), and then the “rival” band (Gen Z Tragedy). Punk-rock was something that I’ve gotten into when I was younger (meaning: around 13), and it’s still something that has a special place in my heart. So even though it took 2 years, that’s a wrap for this series! Hope you’ve enjoyed it, and even if you haven’t read all the stories, thanks for reading this one! *-*
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Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️
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Love your sf9 stuff!
Was wondering if you could write an SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night?? Thank you!
Sorry for the late answer. Thank you for requesting!
SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night
Pairing: SF9 x female reader
Warnings: oral, fingering, masturbation, mentions of sex, everything in this piece happens with consent.
Bonus song rec: UFO, by Gemini ft. Seori.
smut content under the cut
Youngbin:
You deliberately wake him up, but with kind touches. Once he asks what the problem is, you say you need his help. "Nightmare??" he supposes pulling you closer, which obligates you to be explicit. He chuckles with a hint of malice and tells you to undress both of you then he is gonna do the job. The way he penetrates you is rather romantic at this time.
Inseong:
Waking him up is harder than you expected. However, the more you talk profanities into his ear as you lay very closer to him, the wetter you get. "You nasty" he finally moans back in a low tone. "Yes, I'm the nastiest!" you whine out excited. "Will you fuck yourself on my dick right now?" he asks with a jerk, knowing that this is all you want. You just need to climb on top of him.
Jaeyoon:
Jaeyoon immediately smiles at your filthy approach under the sheets but he is lazy. He slowly palms you back to reach your folds. "Are you wet?" He sounds curious but also hazy. Anyways, he is pretty caring and starts pumping your hole with two fingers as soon he figures out that you are lubrificated.
Dawon:
This boy is easily woken up. The first complaint that reaches his ear gets him alert. "Yes, doll". When you kiss him in the mouth, he gets it right away. You won't even need to move, he blindly goes to your bottoms and removes them, you are curious to discover what's he's going for. Maybe he will eat you out, maybe he will tease your entrance with those thick fingers of his.
Zuho:
He wakes up so lost and confused, you have to kiss him into comprehension. Since your kiss is much dirtier than he expects in the middle of the night, he slowly understands that there's something off. He places his hand spread onto your butt cheek and massages its flesh. "Oh shit, my princess needs to be fucked back to sleep". He will do it still half-asleep and still clothed but it's perfect to have your eyelids heavy again.
Rowoon:
Dragging him out of dreamland this late is harder than anything. He turns to the side and purrs at your approach. You are almost giving up, resigned to only sucking on his fingers when he suddenly asks if you need your pussy eaten out. "Please, my love" you cry, pulling his damp fingers out of your mouth. He clumsily slides underneath the blanket, intruding between your legs.
Yoo Taeyang:
Taeyang having a hard-on even though he is asleep is quite frequent. He often fix it without bothering you when his cock wakes him up. It goes differently when you are the one opening your eyes to your wet pussy instead. You palm him tenderly, with a pouty in your lips and kisses onto his neck. "What's it, baby girl?" he asks, feeling his member hardening into your fist. "Give it to me" you implore. Just a few more strokes and he stretches you out.
Hwiyoung:
He can't do nothing but whine once you interrupt his rest so you apologize. It's embarrassing but you're still very needy. You spread your legs, intent on taking care of yourself when Youngkyun start sucking on your shoulder and covers your hand with his. He stops the circles you were making with your fingers and checks your arousal without a word. Your fluids are enough to coat his digits thus he rubs your clit with ease.
Chani:
You all have established something similar to free use, hence you start touching his body as your whines fill the room. He takes a while to wake up, you humping his front with effort. At some point, he hisses a curse and grinds back on you before sliding his hand between the two of you. Just a small movement and his half-hard shaft is free for you to play with.
#sf9 smut#sf9 scenarios#sf9 imagines#youngbin smut#inseong smut#jaeyoon smut#dawon smut#zuho smut#yoo taeyang smut#hwiyoung smut#chani smut
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Path of Crowned Shadows
Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader
Soulmate, vampire au.
Wordcount ≈ 8.5k
Warnings: None I think,
Thank you for the request! And of course, I still write for Rowoon!
Bolded words are a skip in time or the start of a new chapter.
Third Person POV
In the shadowy expanse of the dark kingdom, where the moon held sway over the night, there resided nine vampire princes. These enigmatic beings were intricately bound together by the mystical influence of the moon, their destinies interwoven like the phases of the celestial orb that adorned the night sky.
Driven by an ancient prophecy, the nine princes embarked on a quest to find their elusive soulmate, the one fated to complete the circle of their existence and unlock the dormant powers within them. Despite the captivating allure of the dark kingdom, their search proved to be a seemingly fruitless journey.
As the cycles of the moon waxed and waned, the princes pressed on, fueled by an unwavering determination to fulfill their destiny. The dark kingdom held its secrets close, and only time would reveal whether the celestial dance between the nine vampire princes and their soulmates would ultimately illuminate the shadows or forever remain veiled in the enigma of the night.
Youngbin, the second oldest among the nine vampire princes, possessed a unique blend of strength, charisma, and a natural inclination for leadership. Despite being younger than Inseong, the eldest of the princes, Youngbin assumed the role of the group's leader and, by virtue of a peculiar twist in their heritage, was designated as the heir apparent to the throne.
His demeanor reflected a balance of regality and approachability, making him not only a respected leader but also a figure his brothers could turn to for guidance. Youngbin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep amethyst and the moonlit glow held a spark of determination that mirrored the responsibility he bore as the leader destined to guide their kingdom.
Youngbin's powers were uniquely attuned to governance and protection. He could command the elements, creating barriers of shadows and manipulating the very fabric of the dark kingdom to shield it from external threats. His leadership extended beyond the physical realm, as he proved adept at navigating the intricacies of vampire politics and ensuring the cohesion of the princely brotherhood.
In the quiet moments of reflection, Youngbin would often find solace in the moonlit gardens of their castle, contemplating not only the challenges of their quest but also the responsibilities that came with his imminent role as king. The moon, a silent witness to his thoughts, seemed to offer both guidance and reassurance in the face of the unknown.
Inseong, the eldest of the nine vampire princes, stood at the forefront of their quest with a regal demeanor that reflected both centuries of existence and the weight of the prophecy that bound them together. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gleamed with a timeless knowledge that surpassed the mortal realm. As the moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, it also highlighted the solitude that lingered in the recesses of his gaze.
Inseong's powers surpassed many, a testament to the accumulated strength of centuries lived under the moon's watchful eye. He could manipulate shadows, command the night, and communicate with the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the dark kingdom. Yet, for all his might, the one power that eluded him was the ability to unveil the identities of their elusive soulmate.
In the quiet moments between their pursuits, when the moon hung low and the kingdom slept in an uneasy stillness, Inseong would gaze at the night sky with a contemplative expression. The stars, distant and unattainable, mirrored the essence of the soulmate they sought—shrouded in the vastness of the unknown.
Jaeyoon and Dawon, the third and fourth vampire princes in line, complemented each other in ways that mirrored the delicate balance between dusk and dawn. Jaeyoon, with his captivating charm and beguiling aura, was a master of illusions, able to weave shadows into illusions that confounded and intrigued. Dawon, on the other hand, possessed a unique connection to the natural world, with the ability to manipulate flora and fauna at will.
Jaeyoon's powers of illusion made him a valuable asset to the group, capable of creating diversions and concealing their movements as they traversed the dark kingdom. His silver hair, like moonlit strands, framed his face in an otherworldly elegance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he navigated the shadows with an enigmatic grace.
Dawon, in contrast, had a deep affinity for the living realm. He could coax flowers to bloom in the moonlight, summon creatures of the night to aid their cause and draw strength from the very essence of the earth beneath their feet. His connection to the natural world brought a sense of vitality to the group, a reminder that even in the darkest of realms, life could flourish.
The bond between Jaeyoon and Dawon was as inseparable as day and night. Their complementary abilities often intertwined, creating a synergy that enhanced their effectiveness as a duo. In the moments of stillness, they would share quiet conversations beneath the moonlit canopy, reflecting on the journey and the mysteries that surrounded their quest.
As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the dark kingdom, Jaeyoon's illusions wove a protective veil around them, shielding the princes from prying eyes and malevolent forces. Dawon, in turn, would breathe life into the desolate landscapes they encountered, a testament to the enduring power of nature even in the face of darkness.
Zuho, the fifth vampire prince and known as the "dark one" within the kingdom, carried an aura of mystery and intensity that set him apart from his brothers. His icy glare, often accompanied by a stoic demeanor, earned him a reputation that echoed through the shadowed halls of the dark kingdom. Yet, beneath this façade of darkness, Zuho harbored a profound yearning for the love that the prophecy promised—a yearning that ran deep in the veins of his immortal heart.
His powers were as formidable as his reputation. Zuho commanded the element of ice, able to freeze time itself with a mere glance. The chill of his presence sent shivers through the hearts of those who crossed his path, reinforcing the moniker bestowed upon him by the kingdom's inhabitants. Yet, in the solitude of his thoughts, Zuho wrestled with the duality of his nature—the chilling exterior that concealed a warmth he dared not show.
Zuho's gaze, sharp as the moonlight reflecting off icy landscapes, held a complexity that mirrored the struggle within him. The shadows he cast were both a shield and a prison, a defense mechanism born of centuries spent navigating the intrigues of the vampire realm. Yet, as the moon waxed and waned, so did the longing in his immortal soul for a connection that transcended the cold solitude he had grown accustomed to.
On the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay in a hushed slumber, Zuho would find himself standing on the parapets of their castle, gazing out into the vast expanse of the darkened landscape. His thoughts, like the swirling snowflakes around him, danced between the desire to embrace the warmth of love and the fear of exposing vulnerabilities that had long been buried in the frost of self-preservation.
Among his brothers, Zuho remained an enigma—a puzzle with edges that hinted at both strength and fragility. The other princes sensed the depth of his yearning, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance that echoed in the icy corridors of his heart. Yet, the path to unraveling Zuho's true self-proved to be as treacherous as the frozen landscapes he could conjure with a thought.
Rowoon, the sixth vampire prince, walked in the footsteps of Zuho, creating a striking contrast that seemed to embody the duality of their immortal existence. If Zuho was the embodiment of darkness, Rowoon emerged as the radiant counterpoint—the prince known for his charming and warm looks that endeared him to the inhabitants of the dark kingdom.
Tall and commanding, Rowoon possessed an otherworldly allure that drew eyes like moths to a flame. His golden hair, reminiscent of the sun's glow at dawn, framed a face that radiated kindness and approachability. His eyes, pools of warmth, held an innate ability to dispel the shadows that clung to the kingdom, earning him the affectionate moniker of the "light bringer" among the subjects.
Rowoon's powers were attuned to healing and restoration. He could mend wounds with a touch and infuse the air with an invigorating energy that dispelled the weariness that often accompanied their quest. His presence, like a beacon in the night, brought comfort to his brothers and a sense of hope to the kingdom that lingered in the perpetual embrace of darkness.
The dynamic between Rowoon and Zuho was a fascinating interplay of opposites. While Zuho's gaze could freeze time, Rowoon's smile had the power to thaw even the coldest hearts. Their connection, akin to the delicate balance of night and day, added a layer of complexity to the brotherhood, highlighting the diverse strengths that each prince brought to the collective journey.
Despite their differences, Rowoon and Zuho shared an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than the superficial contrasts in their appearances and abilities. In the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay still, they would find moments of quiet contemplation, reflecting on the intricacies of their intertwined destinies and the significance of their roles in the prophecy.
Taeyang, the seventh vampire prince, brought a unique passion to the brotherhood—one that transcended the mystic powers and political intricacies that surrounded their quest. His heart resonated with the rhythmic beats of dance and the moon's warm glow served as both witness and inspiration to his profound yearning.
His name, meaning Sun, captured the essence of his vibrant spirit. Taeyang's movements were a fluid expression of grace and power, a dance that mirrored the celestial dance of the moon and the stars. His dark hair, like cascading shadows, framed a face adorned with the glow of someone who found solace in the rhythm of the night.
Taeyang's powers were intricately linked to his affinity for dance. As he moved, shadows swirled around him, creating ephemeral patterns that captivated the eyes of those fortunate enough to witness his artistry. His dance was not only a form of self-expression but also a means of channeling the very essence of the dark kingdom, infusing the air with a magical energy that resonated with the moon's warm embrace.
The moon, with its silver radiance, became both a muse and confidante to Taeyang. Under its watchful gaze, he would lose himself in the rhythmic flow of his own movements, imagining a future where he and his soulmate would dance together, creating a symphony that echoed through the darkened realm.
Among his brothers, Taeyang's passion for dance added a dynamic layer to their collective journey. The moonlit nights transformed into impromptu stages where the vampire prince would weave his spells, inviting his brothers to join in the celestial dance that bound them together.
Hwiyoung and Chani, the eighth and ninth vampire princes, brought a youthful energy to the brotherhood, their presence a reminder that even in the timeless realm of immortality, the essence of youth and discovery remained. Despite being the youngest, they carried a weighty responsibility as integral pieces in the celestial puzzle that bound them together.
Hwiyoung, with his tousled silver hair and mischievous eyes, possessed an affinity for the winds that whispered through the night. His powers allowed him to command the air, creating gentle breezes or powerful gusts that carried the secrets of the dark kingdom. His playful spirit added a lighthearted touch to the group, a refreshing breeze amidst the shadows.
Chani, on the other hand, was a creature of the moonlit forests. His connection to nature surpassed even that of Dawon, as he could communicate with animals and navigate the dense woodlands with an almost supernatural intuition. Chani's eyes, reflecting the deep hues of the nocturnal landscapes, held a wisdom that defied his youthful appearance.
The duo of Hwiyoung and Chani, inseparable like the moon and the stars, brought a sense of camaraderie and exploration to the brotherhood. Together, they discovered hidden pathways through the kingdom and reveled in the enchanting mysteries that lurked in the corners of their world. Their laughter echoed through the moonlit nights, a testament to the enduring spirit of youth even in the midst of their quest.
In the grand scheme of their quest, Hwiyoung and Chani, like the final strokes on a canvas, added a sense of completeness to the brotherhood. The moon, their ever-watchful companion, observed the unfolding destinies of the vampire princes, each step bringing them closer to the revelation of their soulmates and the fulfillment of the prophecy that bound them as one.
In the outskirts of the small town, nestled in the shadow of the dark kingdom, lived a girl by the name of (Y/n). Her humble existence unfolded in a small, weathered house, where she shared the simple comforts of life with fellow orphans from the town. The flickering candlelight and the warmth of shared stories painted the walls of their modest abode with a sense of camaraderie and resilience.
(Y/n), with her expressive eyes that mirrored the myriad hues of the moonlit night, navigated life with a quiet strength that belied her circumstances. Her days were filled with the simple joys of laughter and shared meals, and the nights brought the solace of a sky adorned with stars that seemed to echo the tales whispered by the elders of the town about the mysterious dark kingdom nearby.
Living on the outskirts allowed (Y/n) to catch glimpses of the kingdom's enigmatic silhouette, its dark spires reaching into the night sky. The tales of the vampire princes and their quest for soulmates were woven into the fabric of the town's folklore, a source of fascination and trepidation for the orphans who dared to dream beneath the moon's silver glow.
Among her fellow orphans, (Y/n) stood out as a source of comfort and inspiration. Her resilience in the face of adversity and her ability to find joy in the simplicity of life endeared her to those around her. As the moon cast its glow upon the outskirts, (Y/n) would often find herself gazing toward the dark kingdom, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes.
As (Y/n) went about her days, weaving the threads of her existence with those of her fellow orphans, the moon continued its watchful vigil over the unfolding tale. The dark kingdom, with its mysteries and the nine vampire princes bound by destiny, loomed ever closer, casting its enigmatic influence on the small town and the girl who lived on its outskirts.
The news of the impending arrival of the nine vampire princes stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation throughout the small town. Whispers of their quest, their otherworldly powers, and the elusive search for soulmates spread like wildfire, casting a magical anticipation over the community.
As the summery day unfolded, the air buzzed with palpable energy, and the townsfolk couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of destiny drawing near. The sunlight bathed the cobbled streets in a warm embrace, casting a golden hue over the town that contrasted with the mysterious shadows of the approaching dark kingdom.
In the outskirts, where (Y/n) lived with the other orphans, a sense of wonder mingled with the everyday routines. The small house, usually filled with the comforting sounds of shared stories and laughter, hummed with an added sense of anticipation. The orphans exchanged eager glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of encountering beings from the fabled dark kingdom.
Preparations buzzed throughout the town as its inhabitants readied for the arrival of the vampire princes. Merchants adorned their stalls with vibrant colors, flowers bloomed in window boxes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air—a collective effort to welcome the enigmatic guests with open hearts.
The summery day turned into a hazy evening, and the town's folk gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the flickering anticipation of the impending arrival. The air shimmered with excitement, and whispers of hope and curiosity echoed beneath the moonlit sky.
The rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the town, gradually growing louder until it became a steady and distinct beat. As the anticipation peaked, nine silhouettes emerged on the horizon, riding toward the town on majestic steeds. The moonlit night unveiled the figures of the vampire princes, their dark cloaks billowing in the night breeze as their horses gracefully carried them forward. The townspeople, collectively holding their breath, watched in awe as the nine mysterious figures drew nearer.
As the nine princes approached, the air became charged with a blend of curiosity and reverence. Rowoon, with his radiant charm, indeed drew the gaze of many despite his cloak covering his face, and the young girls couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the living legend before them. The collective heartbeat of the town seemed to synchronize with the hoofbeats of the approaching steeds, creating a harmonious symphony that underscored the significance of the moment.
The nine princes came to a graceful halt in the center of the town square, dismounting from their steeds with an otherworldly elegance. The small crowd hushed in anticipation, watched as the princes lowered their hoods one by one, revealing features that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.
Inseong, stood with a regal poise, his gaze sweeping over the assembled townspeople with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful eye. Beside him, Youngbin exuded a calm confidence, a leader born of both authority and compassion.
The other princes followed suit, revealing faces that held a unique blend of mystery and allure. Jaeyoon, Dawon, and Zuho each bore expressions that hinted at the complexities beneath their exterior. Rowoon, with his warm and charming looks, smiled gently as he observed the townspeople.
Taeyang, the dancer, moved with a fluid grace that seemed to echo the very essence of the moonlit night. Hwiyoung and Chani, the youngest, exuded an energetic vibrancy that added a touch of youthful exuberance to the group.
As the princes faced the townspeople, their piercing eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a connection that would fulfill the prophecy. The air, charged with the unspoken hopes of the townspeople, crackled with a sense of destiny unfolding.
The townspeople, caught in the collective gaze of the vampire princes, held their breath as the celestial search began. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation and excitement intertwining in the moonlit night. Each prince, in his own way, sought the elusive soulmate who would complete the cosmic puzzle that bound them together.
In the midst of the town square, (Y/n) felt a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet curiosity. The gaze of the vampire princes, each with a unique allure, seemed to linger on the faces of the townspeople, a silent search for the one whose destiny would intertwine with theirs.
The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding drama beneath its celestial canvas. The small town, caught between the realms of ordinary life and the extraordinary fate promised by the prophecy, awaited the moment when the threads of mortal and immortal destinies would finally entwine.
A moment of quiet despair settled among the princes as their piercing gazes scanned the townspeople, and the weight of an uncertain future pressed upon them. The air, thick with anticipation, carried an undercurrent of melancholy as the possibility of not finding their soulmates loomed.
Yet, just as a shadow falls across a sunlit path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught the attention of the vampire princes. As their eyes swept over the crowd, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a figure standing at the back of the gathering. (Y/n), hidden from their direct sight, had inadvertently caught the attention of the princes through the revealing dance of the shadows.
The townspeople, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to exchange hopeful glances, oblivious to the profound moment that hung in the air. The princes, guided by the serendipity of the shadows, felt a sudden surge of energy as their eyes locked onto the girl who stood at the periphery of the crowd.
At that moment, the world seemed to be still. The moon, the silent witness to the cosmic dance, bathed (Y/n) in its silver glow, casting her in a radiant light that captivated the vampire princes. The revelation unfolded like a dream, and the connection between the princes and the hidden girl felt palpable as if destiny had guided their eyes toward an undeniable truth.
The air shimmered with newfound hope as the princes, driven by an instinct that transcended the ordinary, began to move toward the back of the crowd where (Y/n) stood. The townspeople, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned their attention to the unfolding spectacle, their murmurs of anticipation giving way to a collective realization that something extraordinary was taking place.
As the princes closed the distance, the shadows continued to weave their silent narrative, revealing the connection that had eluded them moments before. Destiny, it seemed, had a way of illuminating the path even in the darkest corners of the unknown. And in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the curious eyes of the townspeople, the nine vampire princes and (Y/n) stood on the threshold of a fate that would bind them together in an immortal dance written by the hand of destiny.
(Y/n), standing at the back of the crowd, felt a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as the nine princes, guided by an unseen force, began to move in her direction. The sudden attention, the weight of their collective gaze, left her feeling like the epicenter of a cosmic shift she couldn't comprehend.
The whispers and speculations of the townspeople reached her ears, adding to the surreal atmosphere that surrounded the unexpected turn of events. (Y/n)'s eyes darted between the advancing princes, each step they took amplifying her sense of disorientation.
As the princes closed the distance, their eyes, filled with an intensity that bordered on recognition, seemed to lock onto her. (Y/n) questioned the nature of this inexplicable connection, her thoughts racing to catch up with the unfolding reality. Why had the attention of the vampire princes turned toward her?
The moonlit night, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a silent witness to a mystery that eluded her understanding. The shadows, playing tricks with the light, seemed to dance around the princes and (Y/n), casting an ethereal glow on the scene.
Among the townspeople, a murmur of curiosity rippled through the air. The small community, caught in the currents of destiny, watched with bated breath as the princes and (Y/n) stood on the precipice of a revelation that promised to rewrite the narrative of their lives.
In the midst of confusion, (Y/n) couldn't escape the feeling that she had become a central figure in a tale that transcended the ordinary boundaries of her life. The questions lingered, and as the vampire princes drew closer, the answers seemed poised to unfold beneath the watchful eye of the moon, the silent orchestrator of a celestial dance that defied mortal comprehension.
In the moonlit glow, Youngbin, with an air of regal charisma, extended his hand toward (Y/n), breaking through the veil of confusion that enveloped her. As he stood in front of the much shorter girl, his eyes held a warmth that contrasted with the initial intensity, and a genuine smile graced his lips.
With a gentle gesture, he introduced himself and his brothers, each prince revealing a unique presence that mirrored the diverse facets of the moonlit night. Youngbin's voice, a soothing melody that resonated with authority and kindness, echoed through the square as he spoke of their quest.
As the introduction concluded, Youngbin, still extending his hand, looked at (Y/n) with a sincerity that transcended the supernatural circumstances. "And what might be your name?" he asked, his gaze inviting her to step into the unfolding tapestry of destiny.
(Y/n), still bewildered but feeling a sense of reassurance in Youngbin's presence, took his extended hand with a small nod. Bowing respectfully, she introduced herself, "I am (Y/n)."
As (Y/n) took Youngbin's extended hand, an inexplicable spark ignited within her, a sensation that resonated with a force beyond her understanding. The touch, seemingly ordinary, carried a subtle current that whispered of connections woven by the hands of destiny.
Her world shifted when Youngbin, with a sincerity that mirrored the glow of the moon above, revealed a revelation that echoed through the quiet town square. "(Y/n)," Youngbin began, his gaze unwavering, "you are our fated soulmate,"
The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that transcended the ordinary. (Y/n), caught between the realms of disbelief and destiny, processed the profound declaration. The townspeople, overhearing Youngbin's words, fell into a collective hush as they witnessed the unfolding of a tale that defied the boundaries of their understanding.
The moon, casting its ethereal glow, seemed to intensify its radiance as if acknowledging the significance of the moment. The shadows, playing their silent dance, whispered secrets that only the celestial realm comprehended.
As the realization settled within her, (Y/n) met Youngbin's eyes, searching for confirmation in the depths of his gaze. The connection between them, sparked by the touch of their hands, resonated with the unspoken threads of destiny that bound the vampire princes together.
The small town, now a stage for an extraordinary chapter in the tale of the nine princes, held its breath as the cosmic dance of fate unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. In that moment, (Y/n) stood at the intersection of two worlds, her ordinary existence now intricately intertwined with the extraordinary destiny that awaited her and the vampire princes.
The weight of Youngbin's revelation hit (Y/n) with such force that she felt the ground shift beneath her. The shock nearly caused her to lose her footing, and she stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. However, before she could fully lose her balance, Jaeyoon, with reflexes as quick as moonlight, appeared by her side in an instant.
His strong and steady presence became her anchor, and Jaeyoon's supportive grasp ensured that (Y/n) regained her balance. The touch, though brief, carried a comforting reassurance, as if the vampire prince, with a silent understanding, sought to ease the overwhelming impact of the revelation.
"(Y/n), are you all right?" Jaeyoon asked with genuine concern, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and curiosity. The townspeople, still caught in the collective hush, observed the unfolding scene with a sense of awe and wonder.
Taking a moment to compose herself, (Y/n) met Jaeyoon's gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. The reality of being the fated soulmate of the nine princes began to settle, and the cosmic significance of the moment lingered in the air.
The moon, a silent witness to the unexpected turns of fate, continued to cast its glow upon the small town square. The shadows, now holding a different resonance, danced around the group, adding an ethereal quality to the unfolding drama.
As (Y/n) steadied herself, the realization of her newfound destiny intertwined with the journey of the vampire princes. The moonlit night, once ordinary, had become the stage for a tale that would leave an indelible mark on the quiet town and the girl who stood at the center of a prophecy that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.
Inseong, with the authority befitting the eldest of the vampire princes, raised his hand, dismissing the rest of the crowd to allow him and his brothers some private time with their newfound soulmate, (Y/n). The townspeople, a mixture of awe and curiosity, began to disperse, giving the group of vampires the space they needed.
However, a handful of curious onlookers, drawn by the mysterious allure of the vampire princes and the unfolding saga, hesitated to leave. They lingered at the edges, attempting to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary encounter between the immortal beings and the girl who held the key to their destiny.
Among those who lingered, some tried to push the boundaries of Inseong's order, perhaps fueled by a desire for proximity to the supernatural spectacle. This disobedience didn't sit well with Zuho, the "dark one" of the vampire princes, who sensed the treacherous undertones in the lingering presence of the onlookers.
Zuho, with a stern expression and an icy glare that matched his reputation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a swift and almost imperceptible motion, he summoned the power of ice, causing an ephemeral frost to trail from his fingertips. The temperature dropped, and a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through the lingering onlookers.
The sudden manifestation of Zuho's powers, coupled with his intimidating demeanor, sent a collective shudder through the crowd. The frost danced in the moonlit night, a warning that echoed the boundaries set by the vampire princes. The lingering townspeople, now thoroughly spooked, scattered like leaves in the wind, yielding to the will of the supernatural beings in their midst.
With the unwanted spectators dispelled, the town square returned to a semblance of calm. The vampire princes, flanked by the enigmatic presence of (Y/n), were left with the solitude needed for a conversation that would unravel the intricacies of the prophecy and the destinies entwined in the moonlit night. The moon, casting its serene glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding tale that danced on the edges of the extraordinary and the ordinary, a tale that defied the boundaries between the mortal and the immortal realms.
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature induced by Zuho's display of power, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver in response to the chilling atmosphere that surrounded her. The unexpected frost in the air sent a wave of cold through her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking to ward off the sudden chill.
Noticing her discomfort, Hwiyoung, the gentle and breezy vampire prince, reacted with swift kindness. Without hesitation, he removed his cloak and, with a graceful motion, draped it around (Y/n). The fabric, imbued with the essence of Hwiyoung's powers over the winds, enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth.
"There, that should help," Hwiyoung said, his voice carrying a soothing quality that echoed the breeze. The cloak, with its ethereal touch, seemed to respond to the elements under his command, creating a pocket of comfort for (Y/n) amidst the lingering traces of frost.
The gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other princes, each of them keenly aware of the small yet significant interactions unfolding in the moonlit night. The group, now standing in a more secluded part of the town square, prepared for the conversations that would shape the next chapters of their intertwined destinies.
As (Y/n) stood enveloped in Hwiyoung's cloak, the warmth and protection it offered became a tangible symbol of the bond forming between the vampire princes and their fated soulmate. The moon above, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of emotions, continued to cast its serene glow, setting the stage for the unraveling tale that lay ahead—a tale in which the ordinary and the extraordinary danced in harmony beneath the celestial canvas.
As the moonlit night embraced them in a quiet solitude, (Y/n) found herself standing with the nine vampire princes, a question weighing on her heart that she couldn't ignore. In the hushed stillness of the moment, she mustered the courage to voice the inquiry that lingered in her mind.
"What does it mean to be your soulmate?" she asked, her voice a gentle yet earnest murmur beneath the night sky.
The princes, their expressions a blend of ancient wisdom and contemporary curiosity, exchanged glances as if silently communicating the gravity of the question. Inseong, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes holding a depth that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful gaze.
"To be our soulmate," Inseong began, his words measured and resonant, "means that your destiny is intricately tied to ours. It means you hold the key to unlocking the dormant powers within us, powers that, when united, can reshape the very fabric of our existence."
Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, continued the explanation. "It means that, together, we fulfill a prophecy that binds us as one. Your connection with each of us is unique, and through that connection, the magic that resides within can be awakened."
Hwiyoung, ever attuned to the winds of change, expressed, "Being our soulmate means becoming a part of a cosmic symphony, where each note, each thread, contributes to the grand design of our shared destiny."
Chani, with his connection to the natural world, added, "It means finding harmony not just with us but also with the elements that surround us, a balance between the supernatural and the ordinary."
In this exchange, (Y/n) gained glimpses into the complexities of the prophecy, each prince offering a piece of the puzzle that was their shared destiny. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the group, seemed to listen to the unfolding dialogue that would shape the path ahead.
As the explanation unfolded, (Y/n) absorbed the weight of her role in this cosmic narrative, her ordinary existence now intricately woven with the extraordinary destinies of the nine vampire princes. The moonlit night, witness to their revelations, held the promise of a journey that would transcend the boundaries of the known and venture into the realms of magic, fate, and the timeless dance of the celestial.
Dawon's words echoed through the moonlit night, each syllable carrying the weight of an eternal promise. As the youngest among the vampire princes, his expression softened with a sincerity that transcended the ages.
"It also means," Dawon continued, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "to spend the rest of our lives together, an eternal bond of love."
The revelation hung in the air, a profound declaration that resonated with the timeless nature of the vampire princes' existence. The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the gathering, seemed to embrace the weight and beauty of the commitment being offered.
The other princes, their eyes reflecting the depth of emotions that accompanied Dawon's words, nodded in agreement. In that moment, the small group stood at the threshold of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would unfold not just beneath the moonlit sky but across the vast expanse of time itself.
"(Y/n)," Taeyang spoke, "you are the missing piece in our eternal puzzle. The completion of our bond heralds an ageless love that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding."
As the revelation settled, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. The prospect of an eternal bond, a love that spanned lifetimes, held both the allure of the extraordinary and the weight of profound responsibility.
The moon, now a silent witness to the unfolding vows, continued its watchful gaze. The vampire princes and (Y/n), standing beneath its silvery glow, became a testament to the enduring power of love that, like the moon itself, wove through the tapestry of time, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of an immortal tale.
With the weight of the eternal bond and the unfolding destiny settling in the air, (Y/n) decided to lighten the atmosphere with a question that hinted at the practicalities of their newfound connection. A playful smile graced her lips as she inquired, "So, will I be moving to your castle, or are you all planning to live in my small town?"
The question brought forth a chorus of chuckles from the vampire princes, a welcome respite from the weighty discussions of destiny and eternal bonds. Each prince exchanged amused glances, their laughter reflecting the camaraderie that existed among them.
Chani, spoke with a twinkle in his eye, "Well, (Y/n), the castle does have a certain timeless charm, but we are more than willing to adapt to the comforts of your small town if that's your preference."
Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, added, "After all, the magic lies not just in the grandeur of castles but in the simple joys of everyday life."
The other princes, in turn, expressed their willingness to embrace the lifestyle of (Y/n)'s town, acknowledging that the choice was a shared one. Jaeyoon, with a warm smile, mentioned the appeal of a close-knit community, while Dawon playfully commented on the prospect of exploring the town's charms.
Zuho, known for his icy demeanor, surprised everyone with a teasing remark, "Who knows, perhaps the 'dark one' might find warmth in the quaint corners of your town."
Rowoon, with his charming demeanor, chimed in, "Whether castle or town, our home is where our soulmate is."
The playful banter continued, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the profound discussions. The moon, still casting its serene glow, seemed to appreciate the balance between the weight of destiny and the joy found in the simplicity of shared laughter.
As the vampire princes and (Y/n) stood beneath the moonlit sky, the question of where their shared journey would unfold became a topic of mutual consideration. The choices ahead, whether within the walls of a castle or amidst the familiarity of a small town, reflected the harmonious dance of the extraordinary and the ordinary—a dance that would define the chapters of their eternal bond.
Youngbin's words, infused with the weight of responsibility as the crown prince, conveyed the practical necessity of returning to the castle. The reality of ruling a kingdom required their presence in the realm they governed. As he spoke, there was a sincerity in his gaze that sought understanding, recognizing the potential complexities that such a decision might carry.
"However, truthfully, we must return to the castle. We cannot rule the kingdom from here. Will you come with us?" Youngbin's question hung in the air, carrying the weight of the choices that (Y/n) now faced.
(Y/n), with a thoughtful expression, considered the implications of such a decision. The life she had known in the small town, with its simplicity and shared moments, tugged at the strings of familiarity. Yet, as she reflected, she found no binding strings that tethered her to the town. The unfolding connection with the vampire princes, the promises of an eternal bond, and the destiny that awaited seemed to beckon her toward a path that transcended the boundaries of her ordinary existence.
In the quiet moments that followed, Youngbin's gaze held a blend of anticipation and respect, recognizing that the choice was a significant one. The other princes, standing beside him, awaited (Y/n)'s response with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.
As (Y/n) pondered the question, the moon, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of destinies, continued to cast its gentle glow upon the scene. The night, pregnant with possibilities, held the promise of a journey that could unfold within the storied walls of a castle, where the echoes of their shared destiny would resonate through the corridors of time.
The decision, a pivotal moment in the tale that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together, awaited a choice that would shape the course of their eternal bond.
With the weight of the decision hanging in the air and the moon casting its serene glow upon the scene, (Y/n) took a moment to contemplate the choices before her. The prospect of life within the castle intertwined with the destiny of the vampire princes, and the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom were not decisions to be taken lightly.
After a minute or two of thoughtful consideration, (Y/n) looked at the vampire princes, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. With a soft yet resolute voice, she answered, "Yes, I will come with you."
The words, like a gentle breeze, carried a promise that resonated with the destiny written in the stars. The vampire princes, their expressions a mix of joy and gratitude, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the significance of (Y/n)'s decision.
Youngbin, the crown prince, nodded with a sense of responsibility fulfilled, recognizing the gravity of the commitment. The other princes, each harboring their unique connection with (Y/n), welcomed her decision with a shared understanding that their shared journey was set to take a new and extraordinary turn.
As (Y/n) stepped into the path of the unknown, the moon above seemed to smile upon the gathering, casting its approval upon the choice that would shape the destinies of mortals and immortals alike. The night, now filled with the promise of a shared future, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the harmonious dance of ordinary and extraordinary moments beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial realm.
And so, the vampire princes and their fated soulmate embarked on a journey back to the castle, where the tapestry of their eternal bond would continue to unfold in a tale written by the hand of destiny.
Taeyang's thoughtful inquiry about (Y/n)'s belongings, met with her admission of only having a handful of half-broken clothing, prompted a kind and considerate response from the gentle prince. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he assured, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the promise of care and provision.
Jaeyoon, known for his charming and affable nature, leaned down and whispered in (Y/n)'s ear. His voice, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night, carried a reassurance that hinted at the opulence awaiting her in the castle. "At the castle, you'll have the most beautiful things and clothes," he shared, his words weaving a vision of a life beyond the confines of the small town.
The prospect of a new beginning, adorned with the luxuries and splendors of the castle, brought a glimmer of anticipation to (Y/n)'s eyes. The contrast between her humble belongings and the promise of a life filled with opulence seemed to symbolize the transformative journey she was about to undertake.
As the vampire princes and (Y/n) prepared to leave the small town behind, the moon, casting its silver glow, bore witness to the exchange of promises and the anticipation of the extraordinary destiny that lay ahead. The night held the echo of whispered assurances, the rustle of cloaks, and the collective heartbeat of those bound by the threads of an eternal bond.
The journey back to the castle, where the vampire princes and their soulmate would begin a new chapter, unfolded beneath the celestial canvas. The night, with its mysteries and promises, embraced them in its tender embrace, marking the commencement of a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality.
As the decision was made to begin the journey back to the castle, the vampire princes, with an air of purpose, started to mount their horses. In the midst of this organized activity, Zuho, the "dark one," extended his hand toward (Y/n). The gesture was an unexpected yet graceful invitation—a hand offered not just in assistance but in a shared journey.
Zuho's icy gaze softened for a moment, revealing a depth of consideration and perhaps a hint of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. The hand he extended toward (Y/n) held a silent promise of companionship on the path that lay ahead.
With a small yet appreciative smile, (Y/n) accepted Zuho's hand. His touch, surprisingly gentle, conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. With his guidance, she mounted the horse behind him, finding herself positioned to ride alongside the "dark one" as they embarked on the journey back to the castle.
The other princes, mounted on their steeds, glanced back with smiles that held a mix of camaraderie and anticipation. The moon, now a celestial companion to the riders, continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, blessing the beginning of a journey that promised to be as magical as the night itself.
As the group set forth on horseback, the clip-clop of hooves echoed through the night, harmonizing with the rustle of cloaks and the whispers of destiny. The small town, now a fading memory in the distance, marked the point of departure for a tale that would unfold within the walls of the castle—a tale written by the hand of fate, guided by the moon, and carried forward by the eternal bond that bound the vampire princes and their fated soulmate.
Life at the castle unfolded like a dream for (Y/n), a dream adorned with opulence, enchanting corridors, and the company of the vampire princes. Each passing day brought a cascade of romantic moments that seemed to transcend the ordinary boundaries of time and space.
The castle, with its majestic halls and secret passages, became a backdrop for shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world where the extraordinary mingled seamlessly with the ordinary, where the moonlit nights held the promise of eternal love.
Her heart, once beating to the rhythm of a small town's simplicity, now quickened with every romantic gesture, every shared gaze, and every touch exchanged with the vampire princes. The bond between them deepened, and the feelings (Y/n) harbored for the boys grew, a symphony of emotions that resonated within the castle's grand walls.
As the moon continued its watchful gaze over the castle, the love story within its walls unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny. The small town, now a distant memory, had given way to a life where each romantic moment marked a page in the timeless narrative that celebrated the extraordinary connection between mortals and immortals.
The romance, woven into the very fabric of their shared existence, became a testament to the enduring power of love that defied the constraints of mortality. Whether it was a dance beneath the chandeliers, a shared moment on the castle battlements, or a stolen kiss in the moonlit gardens, each romantic interlude added a new verse to the eternal ballad that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together.
In the castle's vast library, Youngbin and (Y/n) found a shared haven among the shelves of ancient tomes and modern novels. Engaged in passionate discussions about literature, their intellectual connection blossomed into something deeper. Amidst the scent of aging parchment, they shared stolen kisses, each one a promise sealed between the pages of a romantic novel.
In the serene castle gardens, Inseong became (Y/n)'s patient guide in the art of drawing. Surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, their afternoons were spent capturing the beauty of the world on paper. With each stroke of the pencil, a silent dialogue unfolded, expressing emotions that words could not convey.
Jaeyoon, with his affinity for nature, led (Y/n) through the enchanting castle greenhouse. Amidst vibrant blooms and exotic plants, they explored the hidden corners of the botanical sanctuary. The air filled with the sweet scent of flowers as they discovered the magic that flourished in the heart of the castle.
Dawon, with a penchant for elegance, whisked (Y/n) away on a shopping spree through the castle's extensive wardrobe. As he selected the most exquisite gowns, each fitting (Y/n)'s figure like a dream, their bond deepened amidst the swirl of silk and the shimmer of jewels.
In the heart of winter, Zuho created an enchanting ice rink within the castle grounds. Hand in hand, they glided across the frozen surface, the crisp air echoing with laughter and the scrape of skates. Under the starlit sky, Zuho guided (Y/n) through a dance on ice, a metaphor for the delicate balance of their shared journey.
Cozy nights in the castle's private theater became a sanctuary for (Y/n) and Rowoon. Snuggled under warm blankets, they watched movies that spanned genres, their laughter and shared commentary creating a soundtrack to their growing affection. In the dim glow of the screen, Rowoon held (Y/n) close, each frame capturing a moment frozen in time.
Taeyang, with the rhythm of a dancer's heart, twirled (Y/n) under the moonlit sky. The castle ballroom became a stage for their shared dances, each step a declaration of love set to the music that echoed through the grand halls. In the embrace of the waltz, Taeyang and (Y/n) found a harmony that transcended the ordinary.
Beneath the blanket of the midnight sky, Hwiyoung and (Y/n) shared intimate picnics on the castle battlements. Surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns, they exchanged innocent kisses as the stars bore witness to the quiet moments that illuminated the night.
In the castle's music room, Chani became (Y/n)'s patient instructor in the art of piano. Guiding her hands across the ivory keys, they created melodies that echoed through the castle corridors. In each chord and refrain, a symphony of emotions unfolded, expressing the depth of their connection in a language that only music could convey.
The castle, once a vast expanse that echoed with the footsteps of nine vampire princes, had held an air of grandeur that seemed to stretch into endless corridors. Despite the camaraderie among the princes, there lingered a sense of solitude, a quiet loneliness that whispered through the empty spaces.
However, with the arrival of (Y/n), the castle underwent a transformation. The once seemingly boundless halls now resonated with shared laughter, the warmth of companionship, and the echo of shared moments. The castle, once a majestic but solitary fortress, began to feel alive, each room infused with the energy of newfound connections.
The presence of just one more person had turned the castle into a home. The grandeur of its architecture and the opulence of its halls became the backdrop for a tale of love and shared destinies. The once-lonely corridors now held the imprint of shared footsteps, and the walls, witnesses to individual and collective moments, seemed to radiate a newfound warmth.
As (Y/n) navigated the castle's twists and turns, she found comfort in the familiarity of the vampire princes' presence. The once-never-ending halls now felt like a tapestry woven with threads of shared experiences, a testament to the bonds that had transformed a fortress into a home.
The castle, with its storied history and timeless architecture, became more than just a residence for the vampire princes. It became a haven, a sanctuary where love, laughter, and the echoes of shared moments filled the air. The once-lonely castle had found its heart, and that heartbeat in harmony with the collective rhythm of its newfound residents—a home that embraced the extraordinary and celebrated the magic of connection.
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Hwiyoung (SF9) | Sharing a bed for the first time & “Can we talk? What are we? What are we doing?”
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You’ve promised each other it wouldn’t be awkward. Why should it be, after all? You’ve seen each other at your lowest points, you’ve helped each other through them, so why should spending a night on the same bed be a big deal? It shouldn’t, that’s right. Honestly, it's a wonder that this is a first - something you tell yourself to prompt excitement to push down the anxiety.
Because despite your long years of friendship, something feels different. It's been like that for weeks now. You can't pinpoint exactly when it started, but at some point something in the air changed. Suddenly when Youngkyun got close, there was tension that wasn’t there before, the air felt charged with electricity that made you both laugh awkwardly as you put distance between you.
Avoidance is not a solution, though. And as much as you could rely on him to tell you if he felt uncomfortable, this seems to make him feel as conflicted, although pleasantly, as it makes you, and therefore you suppose you’ll have to address things first. But how are you supposed to tell your best friend that you fell for him, suddenly and without a warning? Again, why is it a big deal if you’re pretty sure he feels the same way? It’s all stupid, and yet…
Getting under the covers is awkward despite the promise. Youngkyun seems to feel out of place in his own bed. In the darkness, you can see him stealing glances at you while looking all around his room as if it’s his first time sleeping there.
“Hey,” you call softly as you turn to lay on your side, facing him. So does he, his eyes finally settling on your form. “Everything alright? I can take the couch.”
“No way,” he shakes his head. You both know the disastrous effect his couch has on one’s back and the agony felt in the morning. “I’m fine. This is just new.”
You agree. But even so, it doesn’t feel bad at all.
“It’s just us,” you remind him quietly. He nods. You lay quietly and watch each other. It’s not exactly new. You’ve done plenty of staring and caught him in the act more times than you could count too. It’s different now, though, like so many other things.
You take the risk and shuffle just an inch closer. He doesn’t move away, nor does he flinch when you slowly place a hand on his cheek. As so many times before, he relaxes under your touch and closes his eyes just for a second.
When he opens them, he looks more nervous than before. Yet he covers your hand with his to keep it there. His fingers stroke yours, coaxing you to relax as he’s trying to. It’s not long before he reaches out, brushing his hand on your cheek. The tips of his fingers trace your face slowly, carefully. You don’t dare break eye contact. You need to show him, somehow, that you trust him and that this is alright.
Soon you mimic his actions, caressing his face and letting your fingers commit his features into your memory. Not just how he looks, but how his soft skin feels, the little imperfections he hides exposed.
“Can we talk?” he asks, and as much as you hate this particular question, it’s hard to feel nervous with the way he’s looking at you, “What are we? What are we doing?”
You feel like it’s for the best if you don’t overthink the answer too much, so you don’t.
“We’re doing what feels right,” you whisper and search for any sign of disagreement on his face but all you find is relief, “I like it.”
“I like it too.”
The reassurance comes a little too quickly, smiles tugging at your lips. Your hand slides down to his jaw. Your thumb brushes against his lips and you feel his breath hitch. It’s his turn to follow your lead, adjusting the position of his hand to perfectly mirror yours. Words are impossible when it’s hard to breathe.
“What time is it?” he asks suddenly, and as confused as you are, you trust him.
“I don’t know, why?”
“It must be around midnight, but…” he takes a breath and hesitates. So you move closer, hoping that the minimum of space between you will reassure him. It seems to work, to provide him with enough confidence to move his hand from your face to your waist. He pulls you closer when you, silently, give him the okay.
“If this is going where I hope it’s going,” he says, voice dropping lower until you can barely hear, “I want to know the exact date.”
You can barely hear yourself laugh over the beating of your heart.
“Why not just check the time then, hm?” you tease, suddenly so overcome by your fondness for him you might just kiss him now. He’s faster, his concern forgotten for the time being.
The feeling of his lips on yours is much better than you imagined, reality for the first time beats the fantasy.
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Hey, if your requests are still open, could you please do a sf9 reaction where they are out with some friends and with them there's also a friend of friends which is the reader and they never met before but they don't know the boys are famous and so they treat them as normal people?
Hello Lovely <3 I hope this is what you wanted xx
SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them
Youngbin meets you through friends at a small get together. You begin chatting and he realises how much you both have in common. When you ask him what he does for a living he finds himself smiling and awkwardly looking at his feet. He finds it incredibly cute that you don't recognise him and tells you he works in music management, not really wanting to give himself away. As you spend more time talking together, he eventually asks for your number and invites you on a date where he plans to open up more about his job.
When you both meet at a birthday dinner for a mutual friend, he finds himself inwardly laughing when you ask for his name upon being seated next to him. He can't help but feel drawn to you and keeps dropping not so subtle hints as to who he is. Eventually your friend pulls you to one side and pulls up Inseong's details on the internet to save you from further embarrassment as you were the only clueless one at the table. You find yourself apologising several times and telling him you enjoy his music. A few days later he builds up the courage to ask the friend for your number as he can't seem to get you out of his mind.
Jaeyoon can tell by the look on your face when you're introduced to each other that you have no idea who he is, so he ends up deciding to run with it. He is the type to make up an elaborate story about being a lion tamer or racing car driver and enjoy the cute/shocked look on your face. He finds you so innocent and adorable that he can't keep himself away from you. Eventually when someone else joins the conversation and asks him about his groups comeback, it eventually clicks in your mind who he is. You apologise profusely and he just waves it off as nothing. Definitely will ask if you want to make it up to him though by allowing him to take you out and how could you say no to that face.
You reach out to shake his hand and ask for his name after being introduced and his eyes grow to be the size of saucers. Dawon will laugh at first thinking its a joke but eventually will realise you're being serious. Ends up taking you by the hand to the nearest table and passing you a headphone before putting the other in his ear. Makes you listen to several songs and feels proud when you recognise some. Tells you that you need to meet up regularly for more SF9 lessons, but really just wants to spend more time with you.
Zuho's group means everything to him and he is so proud to be apart of it. When the two of you meet for the first time, he is shocked when you don't know who he is. He seems like he would take it quite personally so you end up in a long discussion about SF9's discovery and you can't help but smile and how cute and passionate he is when he explains it all to you. He continues to discuss it whilst walking you home and the only way to stop him from talking is to kiss him.
Everyone's eyes are on him when he enters his friends open day party for their new clothing store. You see alot of people taking pictures and asking for autographs. You however slink into the corner having no idea who he is and racking for brain for ideas. Your friend would introduce you both and you find yourself asking what he does for a living...best to be upfront instead of pretending to know. You see his eyes widen a little before a smile settles on his face. Once he explains who he is, he realises that you haven't gone into a fan girl moment like alot of people do upon meeting him. Spends the rest of the evening hovering around you and finding himself jealous when another man approaches you. After you break away from others to get yourself a drink, he would be super open and ask you out on a date.
Taeyang is another one who would be open about his career when you first meet. He isn't too shocked you don't recognise him but he definitely uses the opportunity to get to know you more whilst explaining about himself. By the end of the night you are both entrapped in a discussion about music, movies and the meaning of life. His softness and warmth makes you feel a sense of comfort you didn't know existed. It will be you who makes the first move by passing him your number and kissing him on the cheek before quickly leaving the venue. Safe to say you already have your next several dates planned together.
Hwiyoung would enter your friends birthday party looking all cool and dripping with confidence. Confidence which is knocked when you ask for his name. He can't work out whether your joking or being serious so would just stare at you blinking waiting for you to waiver. Eventually once he has gotten over the small shock he explains who he is and can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you recognise their newest song. Hints heavily about you coming to a concert they were having and takes your number to send you the details, whilst secretly planning to ask the group on how he can ask you out properly.
Nothing really fazes Chani so he's not in complete shock when you don't recognise him at an art show held by your friend. He can come off as quite distant and you're not quite sure why at first. Chani would be quite happy to let you talk and get to know you better before dropping the bomb that he's a famous singer and actor. Would awkwardly ask you out and pass you his number before turning on his heel and leaving you stood there dumbfounded.
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When You Wait Up For Him After An Argument ~ SF9 Reaction
Inseong:
He was still a little bit angry, that was until Inseong pressed his hand to your arm to try and express his regret, feeling just how cold you were as the early hours of the morning came closer.
“Let me get you a blanket,” he told you, changing the subject to try and take care of you.
You didn’t move, allowing Inseong to drape a blanket over you to try and keep you warm. “Thank you,” you whispered, still a little bit cold towards Inseong as he helped you.
“You’re cold because of me, I came home later then I said I would,” he whispered, guilting himself once again.
“It’s just the chill in the air.”
“Don’t make me feel better,” Inseong asked of you, “I shouldn’t have taken things out on you, you were worrying about me, and I didn’t think.”
As Inseong sat back down, you held onto his hand loosely. “We can’t spend the rest of the night talking about the things that we regret; we’ll never resolve anything.”
“You’re right,” Inseong weakly chuckled, “but I really do just want you to know just how sorry I am about things Y/N.”
“I know you are; I can tell Inseong.”
Youngbin:
His hands were steady as Youngbin tried to slide them underneath your frame, knowing that you couldn’t spend the night on the sofa as he realised that you had tried to wait up for him.
“Come on,” he whispered, trying his best to figure out a way to move you without disturbing you.
However, as your body lifted off of the sofa with a jolt, your eyes shot open. “Youngbin, you’re home?” You questioned, trying to figure out who it was holding you.
“It’s just me,” he whispered, lowering you back down onto the sofa, “I thought that I’d try and take you up to bed.”
“I’m surprised you care to do that.”
“Y/N,” he breathed, running his hand over the top of his head, “I’m so sorry for everything that happened earlier, it was all just a mess.”
You couldn’t help but nod in agreement with Youngbin, “it’s pretty tough to hear your boyfriend tell you that he doesn’t care about the things that you’re up to in life,” you told him.
“I do care,” he spoke, sitting down beside you next to the sofa, “I was being selfish and thinking about myself, it was wrong.”
“I can’t argue, you were an idiot Bin.”
Jaeyoon:
Your eyes met Jaeyoon’s as soon as he walked through the front door, both able to tell straight away as you looked at one other that a few tears had been shed whilst you spent time apart.
“I thought you’d be asleep,” Jaeyoon whispered, surprised to see you still awake on the sofa.
Your head shook as you wiped underneath your eyes, “there was no way that I was going to bed without seeing you, not after how things ended earlier between us too.”
“I’m so sorry for everything that I said to you earlier,” Jaeyoon told you, rushing over to take a seat beside you.
“I’m so sorry for everything too.”
“You don’t need to apologise,” Jaeyoon told you as he wrapped his arm around you, “you said things because I started it all between us.”
Your head shook, but Jaeyoon refused to let you argue. “I could have been kinder with the things that I said, some of those things were uncalled for, and definitely not true too.”
“I deserved to hear them,” Jaeyoon told you confidently, “this is on me, I can’t begin to tell you how much I regret it Y/N.”
“I think I’m beginning to see it, Jae.”
Dawon:
His eyes rolled as Sanghyuk returned home to see that you were still awake, busy watching something on the television, failing to acknowledge that he had come home.
“What sort of idiot stays up unnecessarily at this time?” He asked, failing to make you laugh.
Your eyes instead shot a glare at Sanghyuk as his failed attempt at a joke. “The type of idiot who despite being insulted by their boyfriend still worries about them.”
“You stayed up because of me?” Sanghyuk asked you in surprise, not expecting for himself to be your reason at all.”
“It’s late and it’s cold outside.”
“I would have come home sooner if I knew that you were waiting for me,” he assured you, “I’m sorry that you stayed up so late for me.”
Your head nodded as Sanghyuk walked into the room, “luckily for you I’ve been able to watch a pretty interesting documentary on penguins whilst waiting for you to come home.”
“Maybe you could talk to me now instead?” Sanghyuk suggested, “I think the least that I owe you right now is sorry.”
“I think you’re right on that one too.”
Zuho:
There was no movement from you as Juho walked through the front door and into the living room, jumping slightly as he saw you laid out on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.
“What are you trying to do to me?” He muttered, placing his hand over his heart closely.
Your shoulder shrugged in reply to his question. “I’m surprised you even want to talk to me,” you hummed, remembering exactly what Juho had said earlier.
“Y/N,” he sighed, wanting desperately to move on from things. “I don’t know how many times I can say sorry to you.”
“You’ve only said it once so far.”
“I text you whilst I was out,” Juho told you, only to see your phone on the other side of the room, “but I guess that you didn’t see them.”
You finally sat up, moving across the room to pick up your phone and take a look for yourself. “Oh,” you sighed as you saw several unread messages and missed calls from Juho’s number.
“I tried,” he told you, walking towards you, “have you laid here all night long thinking that I didn’t want to make amends?”
“Honestly, I thought you hated me Juho.”
Rowoon:
A soft smile formed on Seokwoo’s face as he walked into the living room to see you laid out on the sofa. He couldn’t help but walk towards you and place his hand against you.
“I thought you’d be asleep,” he chuckled, surprised that you weren’t upstairs in bed.
The sound of a familiar voice soon made you stir though, slowly opening your eyes. “It’s about time you came home,” you sighed, relieved to see Seokwoo back.
“I started walking and then didn’t realise how far away from home I got,” he explained, “I got to do a lot of thinking.”
“What were you thinking about you?”
“You,” Seokwoo gently chuckled, “and how much I hurt you tonight. That’s something that I always promise you that I won’t do, and then I do it.”
You slowly turned so that you were facing Seokwoo properly, “I said some stupid things too tonight. You know that you take such good care of me usually, I never meant to say otherwise.”
“I think we both said some things we regret,” Seokwoo acknowledged, “maybe we should sleep and talk in the morning?”
“I think that that’s a good idea.”
Yoo Taeyang:
Your body stopped in the doorway to the kitchen as soon as you moved from the kitchen into the living room after grabbing a snack, seeing that Taeyang was finally home.
“I thought you’d be in bed,” he murmured, equally as surprised to see you stood there.
Your head shook as you slowly walked into the room, “my mind was a little too full to be able to go to bed, thinking and daydreaming about too many things.”
“Because of me, right”? Taeyang asked you, knowing that he was at fault as he too walked into the room towards the sofa.
“You’re all that I’ve thought about.”
“I know that I upset you,” he whispered as he sat himself down, “I’m sorry for being so horrible to you, I really didn’t mean what I said to you Y/N.”
You sat yourself down too, “my head hurts so much Taeyang, all I’ve been able to think about is what you said and wondering if it’s really how you feel about me, or about us.”
“It isn’t,” he hastily assured you, “it was heat of the moment and wrong, I’m glad you’re still awake so that I can explain.”
“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”
Hwiyoung:
His eyes narrowed as Youngkyun walked into the living room to see you awake, busy typing away on your laptop as you made use of your time waiting for Youngkyun to arrive.
“I didn’t think you’d be awake,” he spoke up as you stopped typing and looked at him.
Your smile was weak as you met his eyes, “despite how annoyed with you I am, that still doesn’t make me able to sleep when you’re not at home with me.”
“I shouldn’t have been so rude to you earlier,” Youngkyun told you, sitting down on the arm of the sofa, “and made you stay up too.”
“I’ve actually got a lot done.”
“That’s not the point Y/N,” he gently laughed, “I should’ve known that you’d stay up and come home quicker, but once again I wasn’t thinking of you.”
You offered Youngkyun a light grin, “I think we’ve both maybe been a bit thoughtless towards each other tonight, don’t you think it’s better if we just try and move on from that now?”
“Definitely,” he smiled back at you, “and we can start moving on by going to bed, it’s far too late for either of us to still be awake.”
“I’ve got one more email and then I’ll be there.”
Chani:
The sound of the television still playing took Chanhee by surprise as he walked through the front door, peering into the living room to see you still wide awake on the sofa.
“Why are you still up?” He asked as your eyes looked across at the sound of the door.
A shrug of your shoulders followed in reply to him. “Rather stupidly I found myself unable to sleep because I was worried about you, have you seen how late it is?”
“I’m sorry,” Chanhee frowned, taking small steps across the room to join you on the sofa, “I didn’t mean to stay out as long as this.”
“Did it help you being out?”
“It did,” he weakly smiled, “most of all it made me realise that I was horrible to you earlier, I took my frustration towards work out on you, it was unfair.”
You couldn’t help but nod in agreement with him, “I stayed up hoping that you’d come home and realise that I’m not a verbal punching bag to take your anger out on to be honest.”
“You’re definitely not that,” Chanhee told you, resting his hand over yours loosely, “you’re someone that I take for granted too much.”
“Don’t be silly, we all get angry now and then.”
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Kinkmas - Day 12 - Cuckholding W/ Zuho and Hwiyoung
Post Date: 12th December 2022
Content: Smut - SF9 Zuho x Reader x SF9 Hwiyoung
WC: 1.3K
TW?: Cuckholding/ Boyfriend & Roomate!Zuho/ Roommate!Hwiyoung/ Hair Pulling/ Masterbating/ Oral (Giving)
Summary: When his date doesn’t go to plan, Hwiyoung gets something extra special to spend his Christmas holiday with you and Zuho.
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Hwiyoung patiently waits outside the restaurant, freezing in the bitter winter wind, clasping his hands together for warmth. Waiting for his date to show up, but she never does. Texting him hours later that she had a date with someone else, telling him how sorry she was when in reality, She didn't care. But he did. He liked her, a lot. Finding someone to take his mind off of you, his best friend's girlfriend. Who he's had a crush on since forever, and doesn't want to get in trouble with Zuho for having such. Trying to change it ASAP.
However, it wasn't like Zuho didn't know. Zuho could tell Hwiyoung was head over heels for you, the way he blushed when you spoke to him, the way he'd get shy when you offered to give him a hug when he needed comfort. He couldn't be mad that people had eyes on his girlfriend. He couldn't blame them.
If anything, this just makes interesting conversations between you and your boyfriend, about trying something out of the box, having threesomes usually comes to mind when talking, but Zuho wants to give Hwiyoung a little early Christmas present.
"How did your date go?" Zuho asks, sipping at the hot chocolate you had just freshly made as Hwiyoung walks through the door, saddened in the face seeing you both cuddled up on the couch.
Hwiyoung sighs, chucking off his shoes, and slouches down on the armchair opposite you both, ignoring how comfortable the both of you were as he hangs his head slowly, "It didn't happen, she was seeing someone else".
It was actually painful to see how hurt your friend was, especially for Zuho who told him to go for it, now feeling guilty he helped get him in contact with her in the first place.
"I'm so sorry, man," Zuho says quietly, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder as he turns to you, looking up at him with mischief in your eyes.
He knows exactly what that look is for, looking at you with a smirk growing on his face. What better time to give Hwiyoung his Christmas gift than now? Nodding slowly at you, you move from beside him to make your way over to Hwiyoung whose eyes shoot wide open when you take a seat on his lap, looking at Zuho to make sure that he was okay with what was going on.
Adjusting yourself on his lap, you straddle him, arms on his shoulders. Hwiyoung is still looking at Zuho who winks at him, “Go on baby, give him his early Christmas present,” He purrs, winking at you too when you briefly turn to look at him.
“Christmas present?” Hwiyoung scoffs in disbelief, gasping when your lips press against his neck in an attempt to calm him down, trailing up the sensitive, tanned skin as you breathe lightly.
Lifting your head away, you look at him deeply in the eyes, pouting, “You want this Christmas present don’t you, Youngie?” your words make him speechless as your play with the hair on the back of his head, smiling ear to ear when he nods slowly, looking at his best friend for the okay one last time.
“She’s all for you tonight, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Zuho asks, sipping his hot chocolate as he shuffles on the couch, getting comfortable, and ready for the show.
Though very shy about it, Hwiyoung’s shy smile turns into something lustful, eyes turning dark when looking back at you, lips parting ready for yours to attach to them.
The second your lips touch his, his body burns up, and his chest starts to rise and fall at a quickened pace as you lightly tug at his hair, making him groan into your mouth and you fully take it in and start to roll your hips on him.
He slowly starts to lose control, in the mood with his hands roaming your body freely, falling to your hips, and giving them a tight squeeze. His lips never leave yours, addicted to you and your taste, tongue swiping your lip for permission to enter, gliding across yours when you allow.
“Isn’t she such a good kisser? My baby is perfection,” Zuho growls deeply, eyes on you like a hawk on its prey, loving every moment of this, more than he could honestly say.
Pulling away to let him reply, you make a move back to his neck, bruising it slightly from the light biting and sucking on the skin, “She is... Fuck,” Hwiyoung hisses, nails digging deeper into the flesh of your hips.
A hand trails up your back, gliding under your hair to pull on it lightly, making your lips make a popping sound when pulling you off his neck. The smirk that he gives you sends shivers up your spine, both of you getting fully into it as you slide off his lap, moving down onto your knees before him as he spreads his legs slightly for you to fit between them.
“She’s such a good girl,” He whispers, eyes glued onto yours as you slowly unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and pull out his cock, giving it one pump to cover it in his pre-cum, looking back at Zuho for permission to continue.
“She’s a very good girl, go ahead, princess. You’re in control,” Replying, Zuho’s eyes are still glued on you, same with Hwiyoungs, pulling down his bottoms to let his own cock spring free, to please himself whilst watching the show.
Whilst Zuho’s hand strokes his own cock, hissing, you’re licking your lips, eyes still glued on Hwiyoung when you make a move to lick up his shaft, spitting on the tip. A grin grows on your face hearing him whimper, moving your hand up and down slowly, his eyes glued shut at the sensation.
Then you take him into your mouth, bit by bit, tongue swirling around his length as the tip eventually hits the back of your throat. His thighs tense up from the feeling. His head spun from the euphoria he was feeling, hand back up in your hair, pulling it lightly to lift you up to push you back down on his cock, making you gag.
“Fuck!” Hwiyoung moans out loud, the warm wet muscle of your mouth making his cock twitch within it, Zuho’s pace picks up to match the pace you were going at when sucking his best friend off, making him moan too.
In sync, the both of them hiss, “Her mouth is so perfect,” making you gag even more from hearing it, trying your best not to giggle but the vibrations from it make Hwiyoung whimper a little more, your tongue brushing over his tip making his head throw back.
Moments pass and Hwiyoung is completely falling apart from your lips being around his cock, edging closer and closer to his high, pulling on your hair a little harder, making you moan more. Addicted to the feeling, he continues to do it, seconds away from releasing from your moans on his cock.
His eyes shoot wide open when you continue to use your mouth on him, even seconds after his release, his hot cum spilling down the back of your throat as you suck him dry and overstimulate him slightly.
Pulling off him, you smirk and wipe your lips clean as he tries to gather himself together, panting from it.
Looking back to see Zuho wasn’t done yet, you go to move to him next, kneeling before him but he stops you, “Don’t you think we should give him a little extra, princess?”.
Both of you looking back at the fucked out best friend, you nod, inviting him over to join you both on the couch as you spend the rest of the night giving him a Christmas present that he’ll never, ever forget. Even with the possibility to have the chance to experience this once again.
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You Have Me, However You Want Me - Hwiyoung
A40— “You have me, however you want me; just say the word.”
A/N: Happy Birthday, @daisycheols, hopefully this will be a good gift!
Warnings: Smut, stripping, nudeness, choking, pet/nicknames, explicit language, descriptive scenes, light breast play, nudism, panty fucking, teasing(?), unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), dirty talking, cumming on thighs and tummy, fluff ending.
W/C: 3.3K
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You sit across from Hwiyoung, staring at him with a smirk on your lips, he was looking at you, trying to keep his eyes on your face, you were sitting in a pair of sweatpants and a sheer bra on, leaning slightly forward, he could see your nipples perfectly if he were to look down, he was in a pair of jeans and his shin was on the floor next to him, you were seeing who would crack first and touch the other first, and neither of you was backing down either.
“What should go next?” You ask, you were feeling confident in yourself, you were sure that you were going to win this round, his eyes were hard and dark as they stayed on your face. “Oh… I know what’s next…”
“No matter what you try, you won’t crack me, sweetheart,” He says, you lick your lips as you watch his Adam’s apple moving, his muscles flex slightly as he clenches his hands into a fist, you nod your head and stand from the couch, he watches as you hook your thumbs into the elastic of your sweatpants and push them down, they pull around your ankles and his eyes fall down, he takes in a deep breath as he saw the panties you had decided to wear.
“I came to win, not play around,” You say, even if you weren’t a fan of sheer fabric, but if it would get you to win the game you two were playing, you were willing to wear them, he swallows as you sit down and watch as you lean back and spread your legs, revealing what was waiting for him if he were to give in, he shifts in his seat as his cock hardens. “Hmm… feels so much better, so much cooler than wearing those warm sweatpants,” You lift your hand to your neck, running your fingers over your neck before sliding your hand down your chest and over your breasts, pinching your nipple slightly through the fabric. “Kyun… you have me, however, you want me; just say the word,” All his willpower snaps, and he’s to his feet in seconds, his hand on your neck, pushing you against the backrest of the couch, his knee making its way between your legs and rubs against your clothed pussy, a victorious smirk forms on your lips.
“Smirk all you want, sweetheart… I’m about to have tears streaming down those pretty cheeks,” He says, you could hear a shift in his tone, he was done playing around, his grip on your neck tightens slightly until your smile falls from your lips, he loosens his hold and rubs his knee between your legs, you feel your breathing picking up as he faintly stimulates your clit, your folds were moving, and your wetness was seeping through the thin fabric and soaking his jeans. “Such a filthy little thing you are,” You whimper as you continue to look up at him, you press your hips more into his knee, only for him to pull it away. “So needy… let me give my needy little thing what she wants then,” His other hand moves to your chest, his fingers knead into the clothed fleshy skin and your breathing picks up.
“Youngkyun…” You whimper out, his eyes drop to your breasts, watching as his fingers knead into it, his palm rubs against your nipple as he kneads your breast, causing it to harden as the fabric rubs against it, he slides his fingers over your breast before bringing them together around your nipple and pulling at it, pressing the fabric into it, your hips almost lift off from the couch as the sensation going through you and towards your pussy and causing more wetness to pull between your folds, his hand around your neck presses down harder, and you gasp as you feel your airway being cut off for a moment before his hand disappeared from around your neck and cupping your other breast, his thumb swipes over your nipple and presses down against it, rubbing the fabric over it, stimulating it. “Oh…”
“Feels good, huh, my good girl?” He asks, you could hear the teasing in his tone as he spoke, his hands disappear from your breasts, and you feel one hand on your shoulder, and he pulls you away from the backrest of the couch, his other hand slides down to the clasp of your bra and his fingers fumbled with it before unclasping it, his hand on your shoulder moves slightly until his fingers are hooking the strap of your bra and pulling it down your arm, he pulls it away from your body, the other strap slides off, and he tosses the piece of fabric aside. “Pretty…” He mutters before moving his hands to the backrest and leaning over, his lips ghostly brush over your lips, and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you, only for him to dip his head lower and nudge your jaw with his nose, you tilt your head back and his lips touch the side of your neck.
“Hmm, ohh,” You hum and close your eyes, his lips leave a trail down to your chest before he stops, you could feel his arms brushing against your shoulders before they disappear, you open your eyes and watch him as he steps back.
“Lay down,” He orders, a shiver runs up your spine, and you lay down on the couch, his hand slides down from your shoulder, over the curve of your breast, a burning trail being left behind as he does, his fingers slide over your panties and over your thigh, pausing when he reaches just above your knee, he slides his hand to the inside and pulls your leg open, your foot slides off the couch, and you place it on the floor, he places a knee on the couch between your legs and slowly slides his hand up your thigh, moving to the inside and towards your clothed pussy, you could feel your insides shift as his hand got closer and closer, your breathing was picking up, and he could hear it.
“Ohh, oh, feels…” You trail off, his hand pauses just below your pussy, his fingers dig into the skin a little as he stares at you, waiting for you to continue, you meet his eyes and see how dark they are. “Good,” You finish, he licks his lips and slides his fingers over your clothed pussy, his fingers quickly find the wet patch that was forming on it.
“Hmm, good to know,” He says, your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his fingers slide up and down your folds, tracing the outline of it through your panties and spreading your wetness more over your panties, completely ruining the thin piece of fabric. “It’s about to feel much better,” You gasp, and your eyes almost roll to the back of your head as you feel him push the fabric between your folds, your hips lift from the couch for a moment as you feel the fabric touch your clit, a smirk forms on his lips at your reaction.
“Ohh, oh, fuck,” You curse, your body felt hot as his fingers slid along your pussy, pushing more of your panties between your folds, a digit reaches your entrance, and he presses down, your insides flip as you feel the fabric being pushed into you, you reach up and grip onto the armrest. “Kyun, fuckk,” You suck in your tummy as you feel his digit sliding deeper into you and your panties rubbing against your clit as it started to press harder down against it, you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut, your clit was getting stimulated by your panties and so were your walls. “Fuck, fuck, so good, I’m… I…”
“That good?” He asks, you could hear the taunting in his tone as he spoke, he stops and slowly slides his finger from you before pushing it back in faster, your back almost lift from the couch as you fast it felt and how fast the fabric tightened against your clit, you were sure it wouldn’t take you long before you were going to cum. “Let’s see how good it is when I add another finger,” You moan as you feel another finger probe at your entrance before feeling the light stretch on your walls as he pushed two digits inside you, the fabric becomes tighter against your clit as it rubs against it.
“Fuck, fuck, OH!” You gasp out, your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids and your hips lift off the couch, his fingers slip deeper inside you. “FUCK, KYUN!” He could feel how slippery his fingers were becoming as your arousal grew, your walls were starting to flutter around his fingers and your panties, your insides were churning, and you were getting closer to a high. “Kyuuunnn.”
“Ohh how pretty, wanna whine for me like that again?” He asks, your hips buck into his hand, and you feel another finger at your entrance. “Can you do that for me, whine my name for me again?” He presses the third digit inside you.
“Kyyuuunnn!” You whine out, you could feel your fingers starting to hurt from how you were gripping onto the armrest of the couch, the tightening feeling inside you was beaconing more and more noticeable, and you just wanted to reach out and grab onto it, “Kyuuuunn,” He suddenly curls his fingers slightly, and the tightening feeling inside you snaps, a hot pleasure runs through you and stars explode behind your lids, your toes curl at the pleasure running through you. “Kyun, Kyun, ohhh, fuck, fuck, it, ohmm,” You almost turn onto your side, but his other hand grips onto your hip to push it down onto the couch.
“That’s it, keep moaning my name like that, chant it, whine it, whimper it,” He says, it was so rare that you would hear him like that, but you never minded if he was like that, it only turned you on more. “So damn pretty when you make a mess on my fingers and around your panties,” Your walls clench around his fingers as he was pumping them in and out of you, your body quivered with pleasure as you went through your high. “Consider this your reward for winning our game,” You could barely hear him as your high rushed through you, he slowly stops moving his fingers inside you before pulling them out, he watches as you slowly come down, watching as your breathing slows down, his eyes linger on your chest as it rises up and down. “My pretty and naughty girl,” He slides his hand up to the elastic of your panties and curl his fingers around it, he tugs on it, pulling it down your legs, he lifts your leg that was still on the couch and removes your panties from your leg before moving it down the other one that was on the floor, you lift your foot, and he completely removes it and tosses it onto the coffee table.
“You’re so overdressed,” You mutter as you look at him with a dazed look, he licks his lips and stands from the couch, he carefully steps around your leg and stands next to you.
“Then why don’t you help me get undressed?” He says, you smile up at him and turn slightly onto your side and reach for his belt, you undo it and move your fingers to the button and zipper, you could feel the bulge that had formed in his jeans, you carefully tug his jeans down before moving to his boxers, you curl your fingers around the elastic and pulls it down, you lean closer to carefully remove it, his cock almost hitting your cheek as he springs free and hits his lower stomach.
“Fuck…” You whisper, his jeans and boxers hit the floor around his ankles, and he steps out from them, you reach for his cock, only for him to grab your hand, you look up at him with big eyes.
“I didn’t win the game, did I?” He says, you lick your lips and shake your head, ‘no’. “Then you can’t touch, not now…” You swallow and nod your head. “Later when you want to, when I want you to suck me off when we’re in bed,” You clench at the thought of later in bed when you would suck him off, the thought of his fingers running over the back of your head, guiding you up and down his length, he releases your hand and moves around your leg once again and moves onto the couch on both knees this time, he moves closer, and you feel his thighs against yours and moments later you feel him guide himself through your folds, you quickly straighten on the couch as you feel him coating himself with your arousal.
“Ohh, oh, fuck, I… I can lick you clean afterwards,” You suggest, you feel him pause as his cock against you and his eyes snap up to look at you.
“You really are a dirty girl,” He says. “Do you like the idea of tasting our mixed cum on me?” You whimper and clench at his words. “I might just let you do that some time,” He slides himself down to your entrance and pushes the head into you, he releases himself and moves his hands to your hips, he grips onto them and pulls you closer to him, filling you in one swift movement, your back arches off the couch at how quickly he filled you, the stretch felt so good, the filling feeling was driving you insane.
“Fuck, fuckk, ohh, Kyun, oh,” You moan, you feel his hand slide down your thigh before you feel him move your leg to wrap around his waist, you quickly wrap your other leg around him, and he leans over you, pressing his elbows into the couch, his chest rubbed against yours as he slowly slides out of you, your walls flutter around him, trying to keep him inside you, his hips touch yours once again as he fills you. “Kyyunnn.”
“Fuck, do you know how your whines drive me crazy?” He mutters, he dips his head lower and kisses along your jaw. “It's so hard to keep control when you do, it sounds so damn pretty when my name falls from your lips,” You clench around him and feel him slide out of you again, this time faster than before.
“OH!” You gasp as he thrusts back into you, the sound of your wetness moving reaches your ears as he rolls his hips in and out of you. “Kyuuunn,” He groans against your jaw before his lips travel lower, down the side of your neck. “Ohh, fuck, so good.”
“Fuck, yes, you feel good, fuck,” He groans against your skin, the way your walls were already squeezing around him was making his mind hazy. “Milking me so good,” His lips find a spot on your neck, kissing it over and over, low groans coming from the back of his throat.
“Fuck… I, so… I…” You stutter out, your mind failing to form proper words, the sound of your mixed moans and groans travel around the room, everything was so sinful and delicious, you could feel another tightening feeling slowly building up, you wrap an arm around him and move your hand to the back of his neck and slowly slide your fingers into his hair, twisting them into his hair. “Fu— ck.”
“Hmm, so good… fuck,” He groans against your skin, you could feel a wet spot on your skin from where he kissed over and over, his nose was rubbing against your skin, your eyes shut as pleasure runs up your spine, and you squeeze your legs around his waist, your walls clench around him harder. “Fuck, that’s it, cum for me again, fuck,” You whimper and tug at his hair as you lift your hips against his, he reaches deeper, and you let out a moan, he reaches down with one hand and slips his hand between your bodies, easily managing to get his hand to your pussy with how slippery you both were, his fingers reach your clit, your hips suddenly jolt u as you feel him touch the throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, Kyun!” You moan out, your grip in his hair tighten as you feel the tightening feeling inside you becomes tighter, your legs press against his waist as he thrusts in and out of you, he rubs the sensitive nub, it didn’t take long before our back arched up, and you exposed more of your neck as a rush of pleasure goes through you, stars explode behind your lids as the tightening feeling inside you snaps, and you release around him, his movements pick up, and he begins thrusting fast in and out of you, your walls clench around him, milking him for an orgasm as you cum around him, your arousal spills from around him and splatters against the inside of your thighs and making a mess on the couch. “Fuckk, Kyuunn.”
“So good, fuck, keep going, fuck,” He groans, he lifts his head away from your neck and watches your face, watching as it contorts with pleasure, he tugs at your clit, making you clench around him and hard, he lets out a low moan, and tilts his head back, making you release his hair, he moves onto his knees and moves his hands to your hips, his wet fingers slip over your hips as he grips onto it, pounding into you as he begins to chase his own high, you felt yourself slowly coming down, slowly coming back to your senses as you feel his cock twitch inside you, you whimper and reach for his wrists, gripping onto them. “Fuck, so close.”
“Cum for me… cum, on me, or inside me,” You moan out, you open your eyes to watch his reaction, you feel him slip out of you, and whine at the feeling of being filled disappears, one hand disappears from your hip, and he wraps it around himself and begins palming himself, you watch as his stomach muscles pull before watching his cock twitch, he lets out a low groan, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob before feeling hot ropes of cum spill on your lower tummy and your thighs, your walls clench at the feeling of the warm liquid sliding over your skin, you whimper and whine as you feel it slowly cooling down. “Kyyunnn.”
“Fuck, so good… fuck, fuck,” He groans, he lowers his head and watch your skin glisten with sweat and now his cum also. “Fuck… so pretty,” The last few drops spill from him and onto your mound, you feel it slowly slipping over your folds and between them. “Fuck… next time… inside you,” You clench at his words and his eyes catch how your arousal spills from your entrance. “You would like that, wouldn’t you…” He slowly releases his cock. “Because then you can suck off our mixed released from my cock.”
“Kyunn,” You whine, moving your hands to your face, he quickly grabs your hands and pins them down to the armrest.
“Nothing wrong with being that dirty… it’s hot,” He mutters, he leans down and softly kisses your nose. “I absolutely love it, I love the thought of you cleaning me after I was inside you and stuffed you with my cum,” You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut, he smiles as he watches. “Should I stop talking like that?” You let out a huff and turn your head to the side, opening your eyes. “I’ll stop… for now,”
“Kyunnn,” You whine out, your lips forming into a pout.
“Oh, look how adorable, pouty lips for me to kiss,” He says, moving his head in front of yours, you try and turn your head away, but he was faster and managed to kiss you, you slowly kiss back, unable to resist him.
#hwiyoung imagine#hwiyoung imagines#hwiyoung smut#hwiyoung scenarios#hwiyoung scenario#hwiyoung oneshot#hwiyoung one shot#hwiyoung oneshots#hwiyoung one shots#sf9 imagine#sf9 imagines#sf9 smut#sf9 scenario#sf9 scenarios#sf9 oneshots#SF9 oneshot#sf9 one shot#sf9 one shots
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05-14-2023 yoo taeyang instagram story
#so many things to say#but I’m sad it was a silent video#and I can’t imagine just dawon and zuho in one car together lmao like???#sf9#yoo taeyang#hwiyoung#chani#ig: yoo taeyang
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Unpredictable
Pairing: Hwiyoung x reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: There aren’t any, at least not in this chapter.
Genre: bits of angst | Fluff
requests - open
“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely,”
One unexpected family visit turns into one big roller coaster ride. You were supposed to come to California to visit your grandmother, but one visit turns into meeting someone you couldn’t bear to be around... The more you wanted to be away from him, the more he showed up everywhere... Was it fate? Or a coincidence?
Part 1~
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It was about time you got out of your neighborhood and flew to another state to visit some family. The thing about where you lived was that you didn’t have people like you around there. You had no idea what you did to have people hate you so much but you didn’t care. If anything you liked being alone.
The moment you get to California, your goal is just to spend some time with the family that you haven’t seen in a long time and be away from the negative energy. Right now you need to be calm and just relax after all this is a vacation.
“OH MY GOD!” Just as you were lost in your thoughts, you looked over to your sister and sighed.
“What now?” Your sister always has to turn the smallest thing into a dramatic scene... You shouldn’t even be surprised by this response anymore.
“SF9 IS COMING TO CALIFORNIA WHILE WE ARE HERE!” All you did was just stare at your sister as she continued to stare down at her phone.
You see, you have an older sister who was completely obsessed with K-pop. There hasn’t been a day where she doesn’t mention any groups in the K-pop community. You always asked your parents why didn’t you get a normal sister or even become the only child... They never seem to have an answer so it sucks.
“And?” You asked her and she rolled her eyes.
“Of course, you wouldn’t understand. Why do I even bother telling you?” You shrugged and continued to wait till your parents came back to you and your sister with the new rental car they were borrowing.
“Do you think they (parents) would let me go to their concert?” You glanced at your sister and shrugged.
“I mean I don’t think so, but how are you possibly supposed to get there?” You asked your sister and she looked left and right and then back at you with a huge smile.
“Duh! With the car, they rent,” That’s true, but the moment you took one look up... There you saw a sign that said:
MUST BE 21 TO DRIVE A RENTED CAR
You were going to let your sister be happy, but you decided what kind of sister would you be if you didn’t try to burst your own sister's happiness... Not a very good one.
“Sorry to rain on your parade, but...” You grabbed your sister by the shoulders and turned her to face the wall. The moment she saw the sign, her face went from a smile to a frown.
“You gotta be kidding me,” You simply shrugged, and for some reason knowing that your sister wasn’t going to be able to go to the concert she wanted to go to make you smile. It’s not that you didn’t want to see your sister be happy; however she’s been a snob.
“Try again next time... If they come back,” you simply said, winking over at your sister, and from that point on, both of your parents walked over to you two with the keys to a car.
“Ready to go?” Your mother asked the two of you and you nodded.
“Ready than ever.”
You glanced back at your sister and noticed she still had that frown glued to her damn face.
“What’s wrong with Y/S/N?” Your mother asked and you quickly gave your mother a look.
“It’s not worth asking, “ Your sister shot you a glare and at that moment your sister decided to open her mouth and be dramatic as usual.
“I swear the universe is completely against me! The moment we come here for a vacation... My husband shows up in town and I can’t go see them!” Your sister shouted and all eyes were on her. Honestly, you always seem to question how you are even related to her.
“Oh calm down, your husband doesn’t technically even know you exist,” your mother says, causing your sister to suck her teeth and storm to the car. You took one look at your mother and laughed.
“Finally someone has said it,” from that point on, you all walked toward the car you were renting out and were now on your way to your grandmother's house.
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At last, when the car came to a stop, you took a look out the window and saw the same house you visited 8 years ago. Wow, it looks the same. You looked over at your sister who was passed out right next to you and you looked back out the window.
Hm, should you be a nice sister and wake her up? You slowly brought your hand to her shoulder but suddenly stopped and smiled.
Why on earth would you wake up when she looks so peaceful sleeping. You grabbed the handle of the door and made your way out feeling happy at the thought of your sister sleeping in the car and not being around you talking about lord knows what.
“Where’s Y/S/N?” Your mother asks, interrupting your thoughts and you look at her and smile.
“She’s playing dead in the car,” after that being said you walked off and went to get your belongings and you glanced over at your mother who was looking over at the car and then over at you.
“Did you just say she’s dead?” Wow you told your mother she was playing dead and the only thing your mother heard from that statement was she’s dead.
“No, I said she’s playing dead,” You tried to correct yourself but you noticed that your mother was opening the car door and was now tapping your sister. Wow, one-joke turning into your mother freaking out.
You shook your head in disappointment and now had your suitcase and bag in your hands and walked to the door. You know how good it feels knowing that you will be around family and less around people that are annoyed back at home.
By the time you were at the front door, you took a look back and noticed your sister dragging herself out to the car, your mother talking on the phone, and your father pulling out suitcases.
Should you ring the bell or just wait till everyone approaches you? You pulled out your phone and you didn’t have a single text. Eh, what the heck... You rang the doorbell and patiently waited for someone to open the door.
In a matter of seconds, you could hear someone approaching the door. At least the door finally opened and there you saw your grandmother standing right there before you.
“Sweetie,” your grandmother automatically says as she sees you standing right in her.
“Where is everyone else?” Your grandmother asks as she pulls you into a quick hug; however it wasn’t long until she looked behind you and saw how hectic everyone looked. You still question yourself how you turned out to be the only normal one in the family.
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You went to the same room you always stay in every time you visit your grandmother. It still looked the same as it did a couple of years ago. The room was still empty. The only thing you had in the room was a bed, a dresser, and a bean bag chair but other than that... Your room was empty.
You put your suitcase on top of the bed but instead of unpacking you walked over to the window and just looked around.
It felt the same as when you were 10. Maybe nothing will change and maybe your vacation will turn out exactly how you think it will.
“WHAT!” You heard screaming ruining your train of thoughts and at that moment you knew you had to go see what was wrong.
You stepped out of your room and walked quickly to the living room finding your sister there with her phone in her hands. Oh no, why did you show up... You already knew your sister was going to say something about the usual problems that included her obsessing over these Korean boy groups...
You tried to walk off hoping that your sister wouldn’t have noticed your presence but it was a little too late to walk away now.
“Y/N!” She grabbed your arm and you looked over at her.
“Please say you’ll come with me.” Oh god, what is this crazy sister of yours talking about? You looked at her and then looked at your arm that she had a grip on.
“First of all please remove your hand away from me and second of all what are you talking about?” You asked your sister and she smiled.
“So I happened to find a way to get to the concert, however, mom and dad said I can only go if...” Your sister stopped talking and you just stood there and you continued to stare at her waiting for her to finish up with what she was saying however she just smiled at you.
“So... are you going to finish that sentence or is this the part I walk away?” You asked your sister and she just sighed and again she placed both hands on each shoulder and looked directly at you.
“I know!!! I know you hate when I mention k-pop around you but please... Please do this one thing for me...” What is your sister talking about? What does she mean to do this thing for her? What are you missing?
“You completely lost me..” Your sister looked frustrated after you made that comment but how can you not be confused? She didn’t even finish what she was saying and she was expecting you to understand her? Does that make sense?
“Look, can you please come to the SF9 concert if I asked you?!” Your sister asked, pleading. You were about to automatically say no however you knew this was your time to make her beg... This was your time to make her promise you that she will do any favor you ask her to do.
“Hmm... Are you paying for my ticket?” You asked, crossing your arms and without even giving it a second she automatically nodded her head.
“If I say yes... What am I benefiting from this?” You asked your sister and she began to look around and then looked at you right away.
“I WILL do anything! Please!” You loved moments like this especially when it’s perfect timing to use this to your advantage.
“Anything?” You asked your sister and she quickly nodded her head. You smiled evilly at yourself and sighed.
“If I say yes, you promise to leave me alone after this right?” You asked her and she nodded her head automatically.
“AND! You promise to do my part in the cleaning?” You asked and your sister took a minute to think about that however she nodded her head. Well, you could say yes right about now but there was one thing left.
“Get on your knees and beg,” at that moment your sister did as she was told and you were in complete shock. Wow, your sister was extremely desperate for these tickets.
“I’m kidding!” You quickly grabbed your sister by the arm and she got up and looked at you. Well, you could be an asshole and say no... Or you could give your sister a break for once, and well... Go to this concert...
“Fine...” At that moment you were pulled into a hug and you were completely shocked. What the hell just happened? Is your sister hugging you?
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After agreeing on this, you knew there was no way to back down now... The truth was you didn’t want to go to any concert however since you said yes, your ticket was paid for and your sister had them.
“Y/S/N! Are you ready to go?” You asked patiently waiting in the living room however you haven’t seen your sister since you said yes.
“Almost done!” She screamed out and you pulled out your phone. You were hoping that you could go and get this over with. You wanted to curl up in a ball and watch a movie but nope here you were getting ready to listen to music your sister enjoys.
“I’m ready!” She snapped you out of your thoughts and you got up and took one look at your sister. She went all out. She had a cute outfit on and even her makeup done.
“Wow... You have really outdone yourself this time,” You said walking past her and she quickly followed behind you.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
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By the time the two of you finally arrived, you looked outside of the car and saw a huge line waiting outside of the arena. Holy shit people really do listen to these boys.
“We’re here!” Your sister clapped and you could feel your father staring at her probably judging her or maybe that was just you.
“I see that...” You said still admiring how long the line was... It was from the front door of the arena till the very end... Cross that you couldn’t even see the end of the line...
“Let’s go!” Your sister says opened the car door and your eyes widened.
“Wait what... You’re telling me that we have to wait in that huge ass line... You gotta be kidding me,” You said looking at your sister, and you felt your father's eyes on you.
“Stop complaining for one night, and go have fun.” Did your father just say have fun? Is this man crazy?
“For your information, there is no way I will have fun here... And there is no way I will stop complaining until the night is officially over,” you said and your father just shook his head in disappointment.
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Eventually, after basically dragging yourself out of the car you were now standing in line watching everyone around you already fangirling over this boy group. What are they called? Sff? Sf5? You didn’t care, you just came just so your sister can leave you alone after this.
“You have the tickets right?” You asked your sister and she smiled.
“Of course, they are right...” she says and she suddenly stops talking to you looking right at you...
“Wait... I gave you the tickets right,” Oh god... Just when you thought you were doing a good deed for your sister everything goes completely wrong!
“Please don’t tell me you forgot the tickets,” you said looking right at your sister but just from her not talking you could tell off of her facial expression that she fucked up and completely forgot the damn tickets...
She was completely quiet, you have no idea what is even running through her mind, and to be honest, you were a bit scared... Your sister was obsessed with this group so for this to happen... It was going to be a scary experience to watch.
“I...” She began to say and her eyes suddenly began to water.
Please don’t cry... PLEASE DON’T CRY.
“I... I,” you weren't the type to usually ever show your sister any type of sympathy or even any type of affection however you didn’t want your sister crying... Especially around all of these people because who knows they probably would assume that you are the reason she’s crying.
You pulled your sister into a hug and you could hear already cry. Oh lord. What the hell do you two do now? Your father just left and he was coming back once the concert was supposed to finish...
You didn’t want to deal with your sister feeling sad so you had an idea that might be illegal...
“Look I have an idea,” you said and your sister slowly pulled away and looked right at you when tears fell down. You wiped away her tears and sighed.
“How about... “ you stopped talking when suddenly your sister decided to interrupt you out of the blue.
“How about if I sneak in!” Wow, you had the same idea however it came out of her mouth... So if she gets caught... you’re pretty innocent.
“Yeah sure..” She instantly smiled and you were a bit taken back at how bipolar your sister was just crying a couple of minutes ago... However, instead of questioning her you just let the girl live.
However, you took one look down and the moment you looked up you noticed your sister was gone and out of your site. Where the hell did she go?
Just from that ... You had this feeling today was probably going to be a long day...
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After going back and forth trying to look for your sister, you didn’t see her anywhere on-site... There was no one outside which must mean your sister got in without a problem... But what the hell do you do now?
You looked around and sighed...
Well, are you supposed to just stand out here and wait for your sister to come out or something? You didn’t know what to do to kill time but since there was a coffee shop nearby you decided to treat yourself and spend time there... Might as well, right?
~
You pulled out your phone and noticed people coming out of the arena. Did the concert finish? That must mean your sister was supposed to come out...
You began to walk around looking everywhere to find your sister but nothing. It was overly crowded so you quickly texted your sister saying you were going to meet her somewhere that had fewer people.
As you walked basically behind the arena, you found yourself in an alley. You have no idea how you even ended up here however you thought maybe your sister must have stayed inside to try to meet the boys... Aish that sounds like your sister...
You noticed a gray door and you had an idea. Maybe you can get in there and find your sister and stop her before she embarrasses herself. PERFECT!
Slowly you walked over to the door and before you knew it everything happened so quickly. The moment you grabbed a handle on the door you were about to pull it open till suddenly the door opened and you suddenly felt yourself on the ground.
You were so determined to get inside that you didn’t even carefully get a hold of the door, you carelessly grabbed the door and now you were on the ground because of that mistake.
“Oh, my!” You heard a deep voice say as you were on the ground and the moment you looked up you suddenly see about nine guys hovering you looking down the ground... Right at you...
“Hwiyoung did you kill her?”
“What no...”
“How was he supposed to know anyone was on the other side of the door?”
“You should always be careful opening doors.”
“Hyung, are you always careful?”
You had no idea what was happening but one thing you did know was that these boys were having a conversation right in front of you as you were trying to process life.
You felt your head throbbing at the pain. You eventually got yourself off the ground and sat up.
“She’s up!”
“Are you okay?” You looked at the one who was speaking to you and you began to rub your head.
“No I died, can’t you tell?” You fired back feeling your head throbbing and the guy looked completely taken back by your remark.
Usually, you’re not much of an asshole but you were in too much pain to care. You were planning to pick yourself off the ground but you suddenly see a hand from one of the guys right in front of you... They were offering their help...
You grabbed a hold of the guy's hand and we were now on your two feet. You looked up and there you saw nine guys all staring at you.
Well...
“I’m sorry... I-” before the guy could continue to say anything else, you suddenly recognized one of the guy's faces and realized... You were standing in front of the group your sister practically fangirls over.
“Wait... Are you boys SF9?”
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To Be Continued
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hi! could you do an nct jaehyun and sf9 hwiyoung and chani ideal type? thank you!! :)
Thank you so much for your request! :)
Jaehyun
Sun: Leo, Aries, Sagittarius, Gemini, Libra
Moon: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
Mercury: Aquarius, Libra, Gemini
Venus: Aquarius, Libra, Gemini, Leo, Aries, Sagittarius
Mars: Libra Aquarius, Gemini
Personality:
youthful
intelligent
cool-headed
not possessive
light-hearted
fun
loyal
loving
Hwiyoung
Sun: Virgo, Capricorn, cancer, Scorpio, Pisces
Moon: Pisces, Cancer, Scorpio
Mercury: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
Venus: Cancer, Scoprio, Pisces, Taurus, Capricorn, Virgo
Mars: Libra, Aquarius, Gemini
Personality:
youthful
intelligent
passionate
can give him freedom/ space
independent
warm
loyal
Chani
Sun: Cancer, Scoprio, Pisces, Taurus, Virgo
Moon: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
Mercury: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
Venus: Sagittarius, Aries, Leo, Auqarius, Gemini, Libra
Mars: Pisces, Cancer, Sorpio
Personality:
warm
sentimental
spontaneous
sensitive
sensitive
passionate
#jaehyun#jaehyun ideal type#hwiyoung ideal type#hwiyoung#chani#chani ideal type#ideal type#sf9 imagines#sf9 reactions#nct 127 imagines#nct 127 reactions#nct imagines#nct reactions
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Sf9 reaction to you being literally AMAZING at sucking cock like a deepthroat queen/king-
SF9 reaction to you being amazing at oral
Paring: SF9 x gn reader
Warnings: deepthroating, bad language.
Author's note: Let's go with the very beginning of a relationship in the following drabbles.
Youngbin:
He was not expecting things to get so heated that afternoon, let alone the fact that you were that skilled. The jazz played low in the background because you asked him to turn it down. You already knew he could moan beautifully. Anyway, there you were taking his full length past your throat in the living room. At this point, he was seeing visions of all Greek gods. "I can't believe it" he cried out, pulling your face away from his cock. "What?" you asked, still having drool run down your chin. "I've never seen this before. The way you're doing it, fuck. babe, you need to breathe". Nah, HE needed to breathe, so you stroke his thighs while observing him regain some air. His laborious gasps could not cease.
Inseong:
Since you have started slow with him, you could witness his romantic expression drop to something reckless. His mouth hung agape and closed his eyes tight, his shaft was impossibly swallowed by you. He was completely taken off guard. His legs did not last still for long because his climax was reaching fast, everything about that was so hot for him. "Babe, I love you so damn much. You're wrecking me so good". You almost stop because he had never said he loved you before but his orgasm was close, you just needed a few more motions and yeah. He gave you the glory, hot seed ran down your throat. You finished with a peck on his tip and asked "Were you serious? Do you love me?" He pulls you up and assures you "Babe, sure. I want you with me forever, my deepthoat queen/king"
Jaeyoon:
You and Jaeyoon teased each other during the whole evening. You all knew you were having your first intimate moment that night so you threw the most obscene faces towards him. You licked your lips after sipping at your beverage, traced your own collarbones. He was no different, with that half-unbuttoned shirt. When the two of you finished the meal, his dick was visibly hard, his pants looked so tight that you would be mean if you did not give its deserved attention. You pushed him onto the couch and unzipped his trousers. No need to suppress your hunger, you sucked him with anger. That little shit was hiding an amazing cock for so long. "You know how to make me happy, beautiful. Don't stop." He seemed so excited, laugh blended with moans, yet he was not surprised.
Dawon:
It was so clear that Sanghyuk was going easy on you. You could get a notion from the way he immediately released your wrists after he had pinned your arms above your head. You flipped him around with ease, thanks to all the care he forced himself to maintain towards you. "I wanna give you head" you announced. He signaled you to go ahead and so you did. As soon as his member sprung free, you collected it in both your hands and started to rub while your mouth worked on the tip. "Oh my god, you rough!" He spat out. "Is it too much?" you asked, slowing down the movement of your hands. "No! You can choke yourself on my cock if you feel like it"
Zuho:
Everything was unrolling perfectly between you and Juho. He was so generous in bed, you could see he was getting off simply by seeing your pleasure. His mouth devoured your nipple, his fingers pumped your hole with no mercy, that was amazing. However, he was still fully dressed. "Please, Ju" you implored, tugging on his shirt. He grinned at you and got rid of the item. Then you pointed to his bottoms and he got it right away. "My sweet babe wants my cock". You crawled to him and opened your mouth with your tongue out. After such a clear plea, Juho pushed his member inside and you did the job. You showed him how much you enjoyed dick by sucking it noisily as well as pulling him onto you so you could thrust it further. He lost all his words and attitude, only being able to growl and curse. Boy did not know he needed that.
Rowoon:
Seokwoo had just finished his shower when you arrived. He did not care to put on any clothes, just a towel around his hips was enough to meet you at the doorway. "You look so pretty, my love" he said and pecked your lips. You thanked him with hot cheeks but did not stop yourself from eyeing him up. "You also look fine. So fine..." He shrugged at your words and decided not to dress up, which made you smirk and untuck the end of his towel so it slipped on the floor. And so did you, dropped on your knees to worship his cock. Your hands and mouth worked together to have it fully hard. The more it stiffened, the more you wanted to swallow it. Rowoon was so amazed by your appetite that he became mute, nothing but hard breath left his lips. After some time, he wiped the tears that scaped from your eyes and praised you "So pretty, so sweet. I'm a lucky man"
Yoo Taeyang:
Taeyang picked you up after his practice that evening, he was all sweaty. At his place his place, of course he needed to clean before anything else. So you watched as he started taking his clothes off to take to the laundry room. His hair was still sticking to the nape of his head and forehead. "Can I join you in the shower, baby boy?" you asked with your eyes stuck on his abdomen. "You don't need to ask" he replied heading you to the bathroom with him. There you gave up on being soft with him, you kissed him deeply while your hand wandered down his body. Taeyang is no angel so he slid his sweatpants down and gave you access to jerk him off freely. Yet he did not expect you to squat and devour his entire shaft little by little. "God, you're so talented?" he sighed. You just hummed without releasing his member.
Hwiyoung:
He was ready to leave the studio and give you all the attention you deserved but you implored to stay there. You started to explain that his place was especial to you too and you wanted to enjoy a few hours with his songs as soundtrack. You all made out on his desk chair, you on his lap. His bulge started to poke you from under at some point and he was afraid that was not what you meant when you asked to stay. In any case, when you grinded onto his hard-on, all his worries got vanished. You slid to the floor a bit after but he was too hazy to think. His pants stayed pooled on his feet and you played with his dick with a devilish demeanor. "This is all mine. Youngkyun's cock belongs to me" you affirmed between kisses and short sucks on the tip and his head spinned. Your boyfriend was nothing but a moaning mess as you pushed his dick down your throat.
Chani:
Chani had been imagining how it would be receiving oral from you. He sometimes spent a whole hour dreaming awake before sleeping. Tonight he was going to stay for the night in your place for the first time so he was trying not to allow his mind to go dirty. That was the hardest mission ever, because your sleep clothes were revealing and you sat on his lap to watch tv before going to bed. It was absolutely against his will but he kissed you and it got his dick hard. That felt so pitful, however, you hold his face and said "I can fix it for you". He observed as you confidently lied on your belly and pulled his dick out his pajamas. You did not hold back, sinking on his length until your face was pressed agaisnt his low stomack. "Oh shit! Your angel face hides a slut. I love it"
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