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hwajin · 8 months

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☆°. — opia | hhj; hjs

genre: smut

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader, jisung x fem!reader

wc: 4.1k

warnings: short mention of alcohol, swearing, voyerism, exhibitionism, piv, unprotected sex, coming inside, creampie, cum eating, cumming untouched, dom sub dynamics IF YOU SQUINT, shy hyunjin, shy jisung, (very) mean yn, all three are VERY horny, (kinda) rough sex, messy sex, indirect threesome (?), humiliation and degredation, FILTH everything is very very consensual though!!

author's note: this fic is inspired by mari's (@straywrds) one-shot show me what's under that pillow!! that fic has HAUNTED me (in a very good way) so give it a read you won't regret it!! thanks for the inspiration hehe 🫶

He was obsessed with you. He had been ever since Jisung brought you with him, introducing you as his best friend – he’s heard of you before, Jisung’s feelings for you, which you were utterly and, in terms of your best friend’s sake, hopelessly clueless about a topic not seldom between the two men; though Hyunjin felt dumbfounded. Jisung had mentioned you were pretty, raving about your looks, how you could drive him insane with only a look or a flick of your hair, but Hyunjin hadn’t thought a second longer of it. His friend was in love, expectant to be head over heals for his crush. Hyunjin simply didn’t expect for you to have the same reaction on him. For his stomach to flip whenever you visited, for his eyes to search for you when he should be watching the movie the three of you picked to go along with beer and snacks. For his heart to palpitate and then miss a beat when your fingers brushed against his when grabbing for the bowl of chips absentmindedly and at the same time, for his face to change multiple shades of colour when locking eyes with you, grateful for the dim lights of the TV to camouflage his embarrassment.

Hyunjin didn’t know if you were doing it on purpose. If you shot him glances and touched his shoulders as often as you did to show interest, or if it was simply your persona. He wouldn’t act on it, nevertheless – you were Jisung’s crush, and the roommate situation surely wouldn’t become more pleasant if Hyunjin happened to start dating you. If you had an interest in him, in the first place. It could be wishful thinking, hallucination on his part after all.

You were spread out on the sofa beneath him, the leather a stained, wettened mess, your body no better. Covered in sweat and white, in marks and bites, sundress slanting off your shoulders, bunched up by your hips. Maybe it wasn’t hallucination after all, Hyunjin thought, as he pounded into you, nearly painfully so, you and him both strained, overstimulated, exhausted if anything. He wasn’t quite sure how your body ended up underneath his own, how you had found yourself on his lap before grinding onto his erection with hips of water, rolling to shoot him into orbit, how your lips had clashed against his in a kiss so heated it knocked Hyunjin of any coherent thought. Maybe your lips, the kiss, your hips and body were the reason he couldn’t quite remember, couldn’t quite make sense of the fact you seemed as obsessed with him now as he was with you – moaning his name for his neighbours to hear, clinging onto his shoulders with nails digging into his skin, close to draw blood, pulling him closer to bite at his neck, nibble at the spot you found with ease, licking to ease the sting. He complied to you entirely, fully under your mercy – he was as though a toy under your control, dumb and pathetic and drunk on you, intoxicated and he didn’t care, didn’t want it any other way.

Hyunjin didn’t know if part of your excitement, of the volume of your sounds of pleasure was a product of Jisung sleeping in his room down the hall. If he was sleeping – Hyunjin wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you kept him from closing an eye. And you didn’t seem to mind it, didn’t seem shy about it; seemed to like it, on the contrary. Maybe that was your thing. Maybe you liked the attention, liked having two men head over heels for you – maybe all your touching and looking and flirting was exactly what Hyunjin interpreted it as, and maybe you enjoyed every bit of it. And Hyunjin’d lie saying he didn’t. Not sure if that was your thing – driving both him and Jisung insane, fucking Hyunjin in the living room and being everything but discreet about it, igniting jealousy in both men simply for the fun of it, for your own twisted enjoyment – but Hyunjin loved being a character in this game you knitted. Loved the pride he felt in his chest at the awareness of his current position, enjoyed the sting in his heart at the unknowing if maybe you had fucked Jisung on this very couch already, if you had touched him the way you touched Hyunjin, if you made your best friend feel as good as you made Hyunjin feel. He liked the power you had over him, liked even the bitter spite he held against you for pulling him under your trance, for making him despite Jisung just a little bit. It was a game of the mind, and Hyunjin’s was under your control.

Shuffling from somewhere behind your bodies, and Hyunjin stopped in his movements, halting deep within you, locking eyes big as a deer’s caught in headlights. You noticed his change in demeanour, aware now of the sounds down the hall yourself – and Hyunjin nearly busted at the way you smirked up at him, face knowing, flushed and red and sweaty and written all over with pure mischief, sinful, filthy excitement.

“Sounds like we have a visitor.”

Your eyes glowing in the dim of the room, the static of the TV only light illuminating your agitated features – you did like it. Liked not only the attention but the desperation, the utter patheticness of both men you managed to bound under your spell, liked the carnal touch to it all. And it made Hyunjin fall for you even deeper, made his heart sting in obsession, made his gut turn in want for you.

You shifted in your place, sitting up against the armrest of the sofa; Hyunjin slipped out of you in the process, leaving him naked and leaking onto the leather and you didn’t seem to pay him any mind, focused entirely on Jisung, presumably – yet out of Hyunjin’s vision though he knew his friend was standing in the dark of the hall still, unsure, anxious almost of the possible right thing to do. Not that there was anything right to do, not in this situation, surely.

Hyunjin turned his head, bent over your body still, knees dug into soft cushion, hands on either side of you, shirt hanging messily around his torso. It was surely a sight to see, and judging by Jisung’s face, barely visible in the dark, more so than he thought – the man’s eyes big, mouth agape, an expression of neediness and fear painted onto his visage. The tent in his grey sweats was undeniable and embarrassment struck Hyunjin’s body; that was his friend behind him, watching him bent over his crush, having listened to filthy antics before he decided to come over. Embarrassment, though Hyunjin shouldn’t feel the same amount excitement bubbling and brewing in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he was no better than you. Maybe he liked every bit of it as much as you did, more so, enjoyed the carnality much more than would be seen fit. Because his body jolted when Jisung shifted from one leg to another, nervously, unknowing, his heart pumped more blood into his cock when he felt you shift yet again beneath him, when your voice sounded in his ears.

“What, you wanna just stand there? C’mon, don’t be shy.”

Hyunjin wouldn’t quite know what to do following your words so he couldn’t judge Jisung for still standing in his place dumbfounded, eyes wandering from you to Hyunjin, almost frantically, and Hyunjin’s cock twitched against you, leaking more precum which he couldn’t be much embarrassed about. Not at this point, not when the three of you had already agreed on the same thing, if not out loud – all of you enjoyed it the same amount, the humiliation, the embarrassment, the sting of jealousy, the want. And yet Jisung didn’t move, stood in his place, as though waiting for further instructions – a dumb puppet under your control.

“C’mon, sit down.”

Your head showed towards the armchair across from the sofa you and Hyunjin made a mess on, and only then Jisung dared to walk, clammily and tripping over his own feet, hurrying to sit down in the deep leather of the furniture. He adjusted his pants – if to hide his erection or to ease him off its’ tension Hyunjin didn’t know, but either way there was something about his friend’s demeanour, shy and nervous and utterly helpless, that he enjoyed watching. He must be entirely damaged.

You huffed out amusement, and Hyunjin’s eyes found yours again – burning with lust, desire, eating up Jisung with as much as a gaze; he couldn’t stand you looking at his friend that way. He wanted to be the only one you ate alive with glances and touches, with words so vulgar yet sugar-coated in sweetest honey to illude innocence. And yet, he remembered – Jisung was the one watching your bodies on top of each other, entangled and mark-stained. It was Hyunjin who planted bites and kisses onto your skin, his cum leaking onto your thighs, his handprints grazing your hips and waist – and Jisung was left to look.

“Have you heard us, hm? If I’m quite honest… that’s what we aimed for.”

Your last words a seductive whisper, paired with mischievous smirk, a questioning look towards Hyunjin, as though asking for confirmation. He could only look at the man in the armchair, not nodding, nor emitting any sound of agreement – he could only stare, another dumb puppet under your control. Yet Jisung understood, shifted in his seat; hopeful maybe to be invited, body urging towards your bodies.

“Now that you’re here… how about you watch Hyunjin fuck me real nice, yeah? No touching either of us… just watch.”

Hyunjin’s dick twitched against you, the look on his friend’s face changed now. Something close to disappointment laying within, disbelief, maybe. It surely wasn’t the outcome he’d hoped for – and yet he nodded, sat back in the armchair, cock straining his sweats, hands laying clammy in his lap. He was pathetic, looked the part and Hyunjin wondered the second time tonight when he’d become so twisted – when he’d start enjoying whatever this situation was fit to be called, when you had taken over his mind’s every corner, when the sheer imagination of his friends watching him in sinful act wasn’t a thought embarrassing but something he started leaking at. His tip was an angry red by now, starving in untouched forgottenness – he urged to be inside you again, urged to feel you around wrapped around him warm and wet.

“What are you waiting for?”

Your voice a set back to reality and Hyunjin’s eyes wandered from Jisung to you, and he realized it was him who you were addressing – a smile knowing on your features, your fingers caressing your own body, pinching at your nipple and moving down, bunching up sundress and pulling it further up your hips, scooping up pooled wetness and dragging it up your slit, circling at your clit for moments that held Hyunjin captivated. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, entranced by every of your movement – he couldn’t quite believe his luck, still, and he almost cringed at his own fluster, as though a teen experiencing first intimacy.

Your slick-covered fingers parted from your slit and Hyunjin followed every of their movement up until you lay them upon his mouth, granting a nip of sweet nectar and Hyunjin gladly did, lips wrapping around your digits and sucking, as though presented with a sip of water after days of thirst. He lapped up your wetness, eyes on your own, barely even blinking – if he kept remembering Jisung was watching, maybe with a hand down his pants already he’d come in an instant so he refrained, focusing on you entirely instead.

“Give Jisung a good show.”

He was deep within you without hesitation. Wouldn’t dare to wait after you gave him permission, command, and he heard Jisung sharpen his breath. He couldn’t blame him – your head fell back right when Hyunjin bottomed out, your breast moving with you in motion of waves, bouncing up and down and falling to your sides, a mess of a body, Hyunjin atop it. Slick against slick emitted sounds embarrassing, mixing with the ones of your moans, your sighs and pleads – you were enjoying yourself, thoroughly, and Hyunjin hated to admit more so than you did when Jisung was absent. Your hips were rolling against his own, violent almost, vigorously, your fingers were digging into his shoulders, touching all over his body, pulling at the hem of his shirt – he got the hint, stopped in his movements only shortly to throw off the cloth, discarding it to somewhere on the floor, carelessly. He couldn’t help but give Jisung a glance – the boy was sunken into the brown leather of the armchair, hand only palming his erection as though shy to take real action and Hyunjin nearly smirked at the sight. His friend blushed deeply upon noticing Hyunjin staring at him, eyes growing big, body stiffening – it didn’t go unnoticed by the older man and he focused back on you instead, embarrassed, lust ignited.

He breathed against you, big, sweaty hands back on your hips, taking you in before he continued moving, letting his eyes wander over your body before he pistoled inside you again, thrusts deep and hard, having found you preferred them this way. You were shameless, legs wrapping around Hyunjin’s torso, hands as though struggling to find a place on his body – touching all over his back, grasping at his shoulders, scratching down his sides, long nails leaving angry red. And Hyunjin enjoyed the sting it left. Liked to imagine seeing your marks the next morning, love bites and scratches and imprints of your body on his own; evidence it’s been real, confirmation tonight hasn’t been a dream fabricated by the depths of his mind. His eyes closed, his movements concentrated – if he kept looking at you any longer he wouldn’t last, not with the way your neck glistened in the static of the TV, not with the way your eyes were shut tight, not with the way your chest heaved up and down, so close to his own, as sweat-covered and wet. He’d lose it all, knowing his friend watched him, knowing he enjoyed it as much as Hyunjin himself did, knowing you basked in it more than either of them – he wanted to feel you more, longer, better so he kept it together, despite his dick twitching and jolting and leaking like it has never before.

“L-look… he’s too cowardly to even touch himself, f-fucking pathetic.”

Hyunjin almost didn’t want to look – he knew he’d explode if he did, but the temptation was too sweet for him to resist after all; you sounded so excited, so into it that he had no choice but turn his head and look the same direction you were looking, two pairs of eyes on a shuddering boy, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, gaze glued onto you and Hyunjin – Jisung couldn’t help but keep looking, endlessly and without once turning his eyes. He hated how much he enjoyed it, hated that it wasn’t him above you but liked seeing his friends fuck you despite, right before his eyes and with so much vigour it turned his entire world upside down. He liked that he hated it, liked the embarrassment, liked Hyunjin’s gaze on him, your eyes boring into his own ones. He liked being the centre of attention and yet seemingly forgotten, left to watch and forbidden to touch – Jisung had simply not known that said forbiddance did not indicate touching himself, so now left the subject of amusement, further humiliation.

“You’re blushing? You are a coward though, aren’t you? Couldn’t even confess your little feelings for me, y-yeah? Don’t look at me like that, I know you’ve liked me since forever, you’re not really subtle about it.”

Jisung’s eyes had doubled in size at your words – Hyunjin hadn’t seen you and him together all too often, but he wouldn’t be surprised if your words held truth in them. Jisung was hopeless, a bad liar and all too clingy if in love, and you were everything but dumb; you must have figured it out early on, hence, Hyunjin thought, the utter confidence you held, knowing to have him under your mercy. Having known he would come crawling down the hall if you only moaned loud enough, having known that Jisung was as obsessed with you as Hyunjin – you simply needed to make a move at the older man to confirm his crush – if it was one, mere sexual attraction maybe, or a crush after all, Hyunjin wasn’t quite sure himself – and yet you had figured him out. Him and Jisung. And both of them let you, wrapping further and further around your finger.

Your legs tightened around Hyunjin’s torso, pulling him deeper in, eliciting a deep groan out of him in unexpectedness. You urged him to move again and he complied, back at slow thrusting – though you were paying him no mind. Your eyes stayed yet fixated on Jisung, watching him struggle in his seat, small against the armchair’s frame; and you huffed out when the man’s hand slowly inched towards his erection, one finger and then a second under the waistband, high-pitched squeal leaving his throat, blushing deeply, hand groping his hard-on – and you laughed. A laugh degrading, humiliating, and Jisung stopped in his tracks.

“Now, don’t go on touching yourself now. You’ve held it until now, you can hold it a little more, no? Or are you too needy, huh? Are you too horny to sit it out a bit longer? Are you that pathetic?”

Hyunjin couldn’t hold it any longer. Your voice drunk on pleasure, words sultry and thick, setting off a deep fire within him, a heat sheer unbearable; your walls yet around him, pulsating, clenching with every of your word, with the movement of your body; your hands clinging onto his body, marking him up but never enough and he’d always want more; your legs pulling him deep and deeper and even more, until he felt as though in your stomach, within you entirely, having consumed him, having eaten him alive; and he shot white without much friction, almost embarrassing but he didn’t care. Couldn’t when release has never felt so sweet, so relieving. You had edged him for seeming hours prior, cock close to hurting, having strained against his body, against your insides in angry pulsations, in needy twitching. He came in moaned curses, deep groans and deeper grunts spurting past his lips. His abdomen tightened above you, veined and tense, his head hanging lose, his eyes shut tight.

Only after Hyunjin calmed down embarrassment struck his body, nestled in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t dare look at you, let alone Jisung; he held his head hung low, panting for oxygen, for any reaction out of you – and his heart pounded against his ribs as you laughed once more, similar to prior, and the humiliation spread like wildfire through Hyunjin’s body; and he grew hard again, cock overstimulated yet already urging for touch, urging for more.

“Fuck, you’re just as pathetic, aren’t you? I thought you were more durable than Ji at least.”

You tsked and Hyunjin grew harder, hungrier for you, more lustful. He wanted you around him again, him beneath you this time, or him behind you, or his head between your thighs, or your mouth around his cock. He wanted you in every way it was imaginably possible, and he wanted Jisung to watch it all. Wanted him to keep struggling in his seat, wanted him unable to act, unable to touch, unable to please and be the subject of your pleasure.

You freed yourself from underneath Hyunjin, standing next to the sofa, seemingly contemplating next act, next sin. And Hyunjin could pinpoint the very moment ideas had flooded your mind. Your eyes darkened knowingly, subtle smirk planted on flushed visage. You gave both men a quick look before making your way to the armrest by Hyunjin’s feet, dress falling in a mess around your body and you didn’t mind to fixing it. You straddled the hard cushion, seemingly careless of the of Hyunjin’s semen oozing out of you and onto the leather, mixing with your own juices; and then you started grinding. Bunching up your sundress in your fist, arching your back to make sure and give best possible view, hips going forth and back, your breasts with them. The brown leather underneath you painted white, messy and wet and your thighs were the same and you kept grinding your pussy against the sofa, back and forth and back again, one hand by your hips, the other groping your chest, pinching a nipple. You were enjoying yourself yet your eyes weren’t closed, alternating to lay on Hyunjin and Jisung, making sure they watched, making sure you were the only thing they watched. You liked the eyes on you, liked two pairs of eyes on you, liked hungry and lustful and desperate and longing eyes on you – and neither of them dared to touch themselves, and you liked the control, the power, the obedience they both carried for you as though natural.

You moaned and sighed and breathed and heaved and your hips moved faster and faster, and your volume grew louder and louder with every bite of Hyunjin’s lips, with every gulp of Jisung’s throat and you came undone, wetting the armrest some more, making a bigger mess out of it than it was already. You rode out your orgasm, head lulling back, satisfied chuckle leaving your lips. Your eyes found Hyunjin’s, laid there a while before moving onto Jisung – and a smirk so malicious crept onto your mouth that the younger man tensed in his seat, back straightened and cock pulsating in it’s confines.

“Lick it up.”

You stood from your spot while both men shot you gazes of bewilderment, then looked at each other, then locked eyes with your body again. You stood next to the armrest as casually as though your request was equal to ask Jisung to bring you a glass of water, eyes expectant on his own, waiting, patient. The pool of clear and white liquid next to you on the leather – Hyunjin would lie he’d hesitate putting your words into action, denying your order. He was caught deep within you, hopeless and without returning, and no act was sinful to commit. He would without a second thought – and his friend was seemingly the same. Getting up from his seat, nervous and clammy as before, clumsy as he tripped over the edge of the carpet, falling to his knees all to quick, thumbing against the floor, looking up at you like a puppy lost. A nod from you towards the armrest, “C’mon, what are you waiting for… you wanted to be a part of this, didn’t you? You wanted to fuck me the way Hyunjin did, wanted to touch me, to taste me, no? Do it then… lick it up.”

Last words a mere whisper, though not threating, without menace. As though genuinely asking, giving him the option to back out – though Jisung would be insane to, and Hyunjin wouldn’t either in his position. The younger man shifted forward with a moan, erection straining against his sweats painfully by now, surely; his head lowered, his tongue darted out and he gave the leather a lick, lapping up mixed up juices with a groan so deep it made Hyunjin twitch in his lap, made his hips shudder in their place. Jisung’s eyes were closed, his hips grinding into nothing absentmindedly – his mouth was almost sucking at the cushion, pathetic and embarrassing though he didn’t seem the part, too eager, too lost in your taste, in Hyunjin’s mixed within. His tongue licking and licking though the leather seemed perfectly clean by now, his hips bucking into yet nothingness until he elicited a moan, deep and carnal and staggered, breath quickening, mimicking Hyunjin’s own. You shot the older male a glance, a smirk; and he returned it, watching Jisung wet his pants in sticky cum, entirely untouched, fully clothed. Hyunjin was palming himself, lost in the moment, watching you inch closer to the man kneeling, watching you take him by his hair, watching you hovering above him, cunt so close to his face Hyunjin was sure he could smell you. Your thighs were glistening, your face was flushed, your body was oozing confidence – you were intoxicating, addicting.

“Fuck, you really are pathetic, huh? How about you sit back in your armchair and watch Hyunjin and me some more… maybe you’ll deserve to have a go with me as well.”

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fluffylino · 5 months

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boypussy!hyunjin

-contains mature themes

the boy beneath you squirmed, as you teased him. pushing just the tip of your dick inside him. hyunjin was panting, breathing heavy. his face buried into the pillow at this point. back arched and exposing his most sensitive parts to you. You were worried he wouldn't be able to breath. His cunt clenching around you, trying to suck you in. However you had patience. Never had you imagined doing this.

It all started when...

"uh i need to tell you something" hyunjin had walked inside after finishing practice. his lips were white and his whole demeanor had changed. almost like he was filled with fear and shock.

he sat down next to you on the couch. you switched off whatever you were watching on the tv to give him your full attention.

"I-I...something h-happened i don't k-know but i don't have a d-dic-" he quickly corrected himself.

"male genetilia" he whispered. You had no clue what he was talking about. Nevertheless you stroked his back, letting him place his head on your lap.

The last thing you remembered saying to him was 'i wish u had a pussy for a few days, i could do the things you do to me for a change'

you gasped.

"Did i make this happen?!" you yelled, making hyunjin jump with a start. he looked confused.

"You'll be back to normal in a couple of days, don't worry darling"

a day had passed, and hyunjin seemed to be struggling. you decided to tease him. he sat quietly in his room, scrolling through his phone. you walked in, jumping on him. he giggled when you kissed his neck. slowly making your way up to his lips.

"you're so wet aren't you? i should fuck you till you make a mess of yourself." you mumbled in his ear and smiled when his breath hitched. you slipped your hand under his cute versace tee, to lightly rub his tits.

"stopppp"

his mouth dropped open when you pressed your thigh between his legs. he tried closing his legs.

"ahh but-"

"but what?" you questioned. hyunjin shyly looked at you.

"i have my strap on, baby don't worry. we'll go slow"

you kissed him, and he kissed back desperately. tongue messily moving around. in the mean time you had managed to get his pretty checkered pajama pants off.

"here" he whined, grinding against your thigh. his wetness soaking his underwear. moving the fabric to the side your carefully traced his folds. he looked cute, eyes wide, and oversized shirt hanging off his shoulder.

"you're dripping baby" you continued to tease him until he caught your hand. you pushed a finger in slowly. his breathing going slow. you added another. knuckle deep in him.

and thats how you ended up in this state.

"m' close, hah.." he cried out, thighs shaking and you pulled out for the 5th time in the past hour. the reaction you got was worth it. he groaned into the pillow, shoulders beginning to shake.

A clear indication that he had finally had it. You had finally broke down that wall of his.

"w-why ? i was so g-good" he muttered, voice cracking. tears flowed down his face, mixing with the sweat and drool on his chin.

you were just giving him back what he would do to you. you, of course took it better. it was quite a sight to see your boyfriend sobbing, begging You to rail Him.

"i know baby i know" you soothed him and he preened at the attention you gave him.

"i'll let you cum this time, hm?" you reassured, running your hand down his back.

You spread his puffy lips with your index and middle finger, biting your lip at how much slick was leaking out.

"such a pretty pussy. makes me wanna knock you up. fuck my babies into you. rail you till you're a mess"

he shook his head...or atleast tried to. hyunjin really was loving every moment of it. You slammed back in, now wasting no time.

hyunjin mewled, jerking forward with each thrust. Loud 'ah ah ahs' leaving him.

Chest to back. you could see his face. struggling to maintain eye contact with you. his eyelids fluttering and his tears distorting his view.

"ah n-no no stop too m-much too muchhh" he wriggled around as your began to play with his clit. eyes rolling back. tongue lawling out.

At one particular hard thrust, he went cross eyed, mouth in an 'o' shape. the sound he let out was beyond pornagraphic. the heat in your abdomen exploding. you could feel the warmth seeping all over your dick. He shivered, his eyes swollen and gaze spaced out.

"aw did my baby cum"

pulling him against your side, he sobbed into your neck. thighs pressed together. his cum staining the inside of his soft thighs.

"did so well for me" you praised, leaning over to grab a hairtie from the table beside.

"i-i did?"

"of course you did. made such pretty sounds for me" you tied his hair into a small ponytail. kissing away his tears. he melted into you.

"you're my pretty girl, aren't you?" you weren't expecting him to respond. you tucked a few strands behind his ear. god, was he such a beautiful sight. lips coated in spit.

"i'm your p-pretty girl"

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hanichani · 9 months

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Gimme kith

Pairing: han x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, idol!au, friends to lovers

Summary: the four times hannie has asked for a kiss and the one time you give him what he wants

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sad ji, fluffyyy, lmk if i missed anything

Word count: 1,7k

a/n: i remember seeing this concept written on here before and I wanted to write my take on it because i'm a sucker for ji and f2l hehe

movie night rarely got wild since the boys were usually pretty tired after a whole week spent working but tonight, here you were, sitting in a circle with an empty soju bottle in the center. you, the boys and some of their significant others were piled in the living room of the 3racha + hyunjin dorm.

you had already drunk some bottles of soju and pretty much everyone in the room was tipsy and happy to have really anything happen. so when the bottle landed on you, and jisung dared you to kiss him, everyone was cheering and clapping. except for you.

don’t get me wrong, you were having the time of your life and you had no problem with kissing jisung but not in this setting. you knew you and jisung were more than friends and everyone around you could see it as well. you were very touchy with each other. told each other everything and when you or jisung were feeling like crumbling down, you always seeked each other’s presence. it meant a lot to you. and whenever he would ask you for kisses (which was a regular occurrence), you would get a whole zoo in your stomach. but you never said yes, never gave him what he asked for, it felt just a bit too official and you weren’t sure what it would do to your relationship.

oh and you sure as hell wouldn’t do it in front a room full of tipsy twenty something year olds. the teasing would never stop. so when you filled another shot glass with soju and poured it down your throat instead of kissing jisung, series of groans and complaints could be heard.

“oh come on! we all know you’re horny for each other. just get it over with!” seungmin exclaimed, throwing his hands around. his significant other, shot him a look and he grumbled under his breath.

“you wound me.” jisung said as he put a hand over his chest.

“oh come on, you already got multiple kisses tonight.” you argued.

it was true, there was a lot of kissing going on tonight due to the alcohol being consumed. and it did sting a little bit but it was a game. a game you couldn’t play if you took things personally.

“yea but they weren’t youuu.” he said in a sing-song tone.

“oh my god, get a room.” hyunjin, who had the most to drink that night and was currently draped over jeongin’s shoulders, whined loudly which caused the younger boy under him to cover his ears.

“oookay, moving on.” the leader spun the bottle again.

II.

you and han were sitting in the green room, waiting for the boys to go and start their performance. it was a big one and everyone was roaming the room, trying to prepare. you had an airpod in one of your ears but you could still hear jeongin and seungmin warming up with their loud voices. the boy sitting next to you was sporting the other headphone and you were seriously considering asking for it back. primarily because you just wanted to get a moment of piece and quiet with all the loud men in the room but also because han was skipping every song after 20 seconds of it playing.

“ooh, i love this one!” he exclaimed and changed his position on the couch, so his legs were now laying over yours.

“do you really? or are you just going to skip it again.” you rolled your eyes at the boy.

“stop bullying me.” he said and looked around, probably searching for someone he could complain to about you.

“you’re the one bullying me with skipping all the songs.” you exclaimed, slapping his shin lightly.

“OUCH!” he yelled out loudly.

“you are so dramatic, it’s insane.” you said but nevertheless, you still started rubbing the place you previously hit in an attempt to soothe it.

“okay we’re ready to go! come on boys.” a staff member announced to the chaotic idols.

you looked at han who was still pretending to be drowning in pain.

“stop it. it’s go time, squirrel boy.” you shoved his legs off your lap and stuck your hand out for him to give you the other airpod. he huffed and gave you the small device but instead of turning to go, he stopped in front of you. he leaned down so your faces were leveled.

“what?” you stared at him, confused.

“a kiss.” he puckered his lips.

you laughed and pushed his face away.

“come ooon, a good luck kiss.” he whined.

you looked at him, still laughing. you swear you had a tear running down your face from how amusing the boy in front of you was.

“you don’t need that, ji. you’ll do a great job regardless.” you said and patted his cheek.

he frowned. that was obviously not good enough for him but when the same staff member called out for him, visibly annoyed now, he huffed under his breath and shouted a quick.

“i’m coming!”

III.

jisung was splayed over your bed, the computer in front of him placed dangerously close to his face.

"what are you doing now?” you dropped onto the bed next to him which made him immediately turn the computer away from you.

you groaned, pulling your upper body over his so you could peek at the screen.

“it’s my house too, we created this together.” you placed your chin on his shoulder.

“you wouldn’t approve, you’re a hater.” he said and closed the laptop so you wouldn’t see the screen.

you and han decided to create little versions of yourselves in the sims game because of sheer boredom but now he wouldn’t reveal the changes he was making in your household.

“i’m the hater?” you exclaimed. “you won’t even let me see what you’re doing with my house.” you whined into his ear.

“our house.” he said and brought your hand to his hair. a silent plea for head pats.

you obeyed and started brushing your fingers through his hair.

it was silent after that and when you turned your head to look at him, you could see his eyes closed and relaxed. his lips were puckered in a small pout like they usually were when he got sleepy.

this was the perfect opportunity. your free hand quietly reached for the laptop and opened it.

the profiles of the sims on the screen were both colored in pink and both their statuses read “flirty”. the brightness from the screen made jisung open his eyes and when he saw that you had opened the laptop, he let out a high pitched screech.

“yah! you just tricked me.” he almost yelled.

“ji, why are they flirting. what did you make them do?” amused, you looked at his face that was now scrunched in annoyance.

he groaned before finally giving up. “i made them kiss.”

you let out a loud laugh, your face settling in the crook of his neck.

“you won’t give me kisses in real life!” he whined while pushing you off of him.

“i had to take measures into my own hands.” he said while turning over onto his back and covering his face with his hands.

“you’re such a baby, ji.” you continued laughing while he silently suffered next to you.

IV.

9.38pm ji: can you come over :(

9:40pm y/nn: why, everything okay?

9:40pm ji: dont know

9:41pm y/nn: okay, omw

9:42pm ji: bring cuddles

9:42pm ji: and kisses :)

9:45pm y/nn: you’re a menace

when you rang the bell at the dorm that same night, a fluffy looking jisung opened the door. he was wearing an oversized hoodie and he definitely just woke up from a much needed nap because his hair looked like a (fluffy) mess. you entered when he stood aside to let you in.

“everything okay, pretty boy?” you asked as you took your shoes off. you didn’t get a response so you turned to him, to see him looking like he’s on the verge of tears. you went to hug him and he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

“lets go watch anime or something, okay? we can order some food, yea?” you asked as your arms hugged him closer to you. you felt him nod his head.

about an hour later, you were halfway through the third episode of an anime he picked. the empty food containers sat on his desk and jisung was cuddled up to you under the covers. his head was placed on your chest, your arms hugging his body. he looked so small, not physically. he looked like he had all the weight of the world on him and it was crushing him down to this tiny helpless looking boy. you didn’t like seeing him like this.

“ji?” you gave him a head pat.

“hm?” he hummed in response.

“do you wanna talk about it at all?”

he remained still for a few seconds and then he moved his head so it was next to yours. your body followed his, turning to the side. your faces millimeters apart.

“no, don’t think so.” he said, looking at your face as if he was counting any marks or freckles on it.

“okay.” you stayed quiet after that for a bit.

just laying in bed together, looking at each other. it was peaceful. you two communicating just through eye contact.

then you spoke up again. “is there anything i can do then?” you still felt the urge to help him, he was obviously going through something difficult and you didn’t know what else to do.

a small cheeky smile crept up onto his face. “i think a kiss could help.” he whispered.

you rolled your eyes but smiled back nonetheless. and then you leaned forward and gave him a peck.

his eyes instantly widened and he looked like just received the craziest news ever. you had to chuckle at the wide eyed quokka in front of you.

“no way.” he exhaled.

you broke into a laugh, moving to lay on your back.

“shut up, don’t say anything.” you said in between laughs.

he rolled over to his stomach and leaned over you. faces yet again inches apart.

“wasn’t planning on it.” he whispered as he connected your lips again, this time in a much longer and much more loving kiss.

another a/n: i may or may not have been playing sims 24/7 so that part was definitely not self indulgent!!! other than that, feel free to send me any thoughts or whatever hehe. i would love to interact with other stays!

#stray kids x reader #skz drabbles #han x reader #han jisung x reader #han fluff #han jisung fluff #han jisung x you #han x you #skz x y/n #skz fluff #jisung fluff #jisung x reader

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i drink your blood and i eat your skin | part five.

pairing: vampire! hwang hyunjin x f!reader

warnings: none

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Soft. The bed sheets were so soft and smooth wrapped around your body. You snuggled into them a little more, sighing at how the satin sheets caressed your skin. Wait…you didn’t own any satin sheets. At the thought you rolled over onto your back, opening your eyes, confused slightly. It was quite hard for you to do though, like something was telling you to just ignore it and go back to sleep. You really had to fight against yourself to open them but after some time finally succeeding, blinking away the tiredness that almost seemed forced upon.

Every time you blinked, your vision cleared more and more before you were now looking up at your ceiling that was way more far from you than you remembers. Nevertheless as time past by, the black spots in your vision cleared and you started to see ornaments, almost like sculptures on said ceiling, also waiting for some moment to disappear but they didn’t and with confusion you glanced around. It was really dark in the room but you could still see enough to have an idea of your surroundings.

No…

“No..” You whispered, observing the room that looked anything but yours.

You sat up with a start at that realization. Even with being in almost pitch darkness, you could make out the dark wooden walls, the golden decorations, how the dark maroon drapes were pulled down, making just a small strike of light peak out from behind them. You pushed away the heavy blanket off your body, sprinting to the window to pull away the curtains. It was a bit hard to fully pull it as the thick fabric was a bit heavier than you anticipated but you made it work, pulling it away to the side with a huff.

The sudden brightness, blinded you momentarily, pressing your fingers into your eyes with a quiet groan. Rubbing at them, you slowly pulled away your hands to finally get a better look.

There, where you had probably slept at was a big bed with the same colors of red and black. The room all around was bigger than your whole apartment. The walls were decorated with ornaments, details painted in gold that blinged at you almost teasingly. The furniture in the room was made from a dark mahagon and on the floor where you stood was a Persian carpet, taking almost half of the room. You were lost. You didn’t recognize any of your surroundings but soon enough memories from the night before came running back. You were kidnapped…he kidnapped you.

Your breathing started to get heavy. Your thoughts were everywhere around the place. Where are you? Why did he take you? Are you going to die–However the only thing that truly mattered right now was how you are going to get out of here.

You didn’t even realized you were already crying. As you wiped away your tears, your gaze drifted to your arms that were covered in a long sleeve, making you look down your body. You were dressed in a white, thin nightgown, completely opposite of what you wore before slipping into unconsciousness. It made you sick, knowing someone probably saw you in your most vulnerable state and could have taken advantage of you without you even knowing anything. Also this meant you don’t have your things on you…‘Phone!’ You remembered how you quickly put it into your back pocket the other night. But what do you even know? Maybe it have been days before you woken up and you hope that wasn’t the case.

You walked to the bed quickly, searching through the sheets for your phone or anything that could help you and then looking onto the nightstand, opening its drawers. Nothing. Then you ran through all of the other cabinets. Nothing. Under the bed? Nothing. In the two big closets at the other side of the room? Nothing. You searched everywhere for your belongings, even in the vases, even under the carpet but you found nothing. A small sob left you at that, gripping at your roots in desperation. You can’t just give up…

Searching through the room with your eyes again if there was anything you might have missed, your eyes fell to the door at the other end of the bedroom. ‘How did you not think of that?’ But something told you, it wouldn’t be that easy and your intuitions were proven right as you wrapped your hand around the golden handle, even trying to twist it in many different ways but it just wouldn’t open. You really started to panic. Turning around you sprinted to the other, much smaller door in the room. As your hand went to twist the handle, you almost fell over as it opened suddenly to your relief.

However your small glimmer of hope faded as quickly as it appeared as it was only the bathroom. This room looked as extraordinary as the other but there was no time to waste and fan over the beautiful rooms. You then decided to go back to the window. The sun was starting to set and you wonder for how long you were truly asleep. Your features were painted into orange and red colors, giving you at least some of a color back to your face. Firstly you tried to open up the lock at the window only it ending up being locked again. Your eyes in defeat look out of the window, imagining yourself out there. Looking down, you realized that even if it was open there would be no way for you to came out of that fall in a one solid piece.

Glancing through the window your eyes came across a big garden. It was filled with bushes, planted into a shape of a big ornament, decorated with smaller bushes of roses that were starting to blossom and there were also many other colors of flowers. You have never seen a garden this big and magnificent. ‘It must really look beautiful in the summer.’ The main thing that you couldn’t miss though were the thick woods, spread out into a long distance from where you could see. You wondered how deep you are in the forest, watching the thick milky fog coming out of the trees like a plague. You hope that this isn’t your end…

You were startled to death as you hear someone jiggling with the handle of the main door. ‘Someone was coming in’, you even heard their hushed voice and some shuffling through the door. You took a step, ready to try and find a place to hide, quickly realizing how stupid this idea was as the door suddenly opened. Your wide eyes met the eyes of an older woman, looking just as startled as you for a moment but her shock quickly melted away to a small smile. It made you back up into the window just to get as much space from the stranger as you could.

The woman was dressed in a simple white dress, black apron wrapped around her waist and hair covered in a blue scarf. She wasn’t looking too dangerous but you should never judge a book by its cover. “Oh, miss you are finally awake!” The older woman said. The titul made you confused slightly, watching her take a step into the room.

You tremble as your new company stopped before you, too close to your liking, just at the end of the bed where she put down a set of clothes. You watched the woman’s every move from your spot at the window and because by watching her so closely, you didn’t even register the others. You didn’t recognized any of them. All of them were women, dressed all the same to the closest detail.

The room seemed smaller as all of them entered, going their separate ways, completely ignoring your shaking body. “Where am I?” Comes out your chapped lips, the words scratching at your throat. That question made them stop whatever they were doing to glance at you.

Some were looking down at their feet, almost like in a pity, sad even. Some of them were confused for your choice of words but the woman that came into the room first had a hard look on her face. It felt and looked foreign on her soft features. But the main thing was that everyone was quiet, not answering and that made you even more mad. “I said where am I?!” You raised your voice, not in anger but desperation, breathing heavily from how much energy you had put into that one sentence.

The loudness made them snap out of their quiet behavior. All of them started to shush you, even coo at you, telling you, you were quite safe. Shaking your head at their words, you in panic pushed away one of the woman away that almost touched you with her hand, so hard that she fell down on to the floor. At your sudden aggressiveness, the other women become distracted, helping the woman up to her feet. You took their distraction as chance, slipping through them. You sprinted to the still ajar door, immediately shutting it behind you with a loud bang! Just as it clicked shut, you heard from now the closed door shouting and soon banging on the wood.

The adrenaline momentarily made you blind from what you did, everything running back to you as you heard another sets of fist colliding with the door. You now stood in the middle of a long corridor, the whole interior seemed to be in the same colors as the room you were held in. Your head snapped back and forth, jumping on your feet not knowing where exactly to go. It looked almost the same from either sides. The corridor was filled with paintings, vases and many more decorations. You truly wondered where exactly you were but this place so far really didn’t seem familiar at all. A sudden jiggling of a bell was heard just as you decided to turn to the right.

“Alert the guards!” Boomed a loud voice from behind you. As you went to look, you realized that even by the few seconds of deciding where to go, gave the women enough time to get themselves out.

‘God, this is bad, this is so bad.’

Your quick steps and loud panting echoed through the corridor. As you ran and ran in this seemingly never ending corridor, you almost missed an opening. If you haven’t looked at that moment, you would missed a big staircase, leading right to a big door that call out your name. Without thinking twice you ran, almost falling down the stairs to get to the door. You pressed your weight into the hard wood and in your delight it opened, stumbling inside or more like the outside…

You ignore the coldness pinching your skin, the thin nightgown had a little chance to stand against this weather, breathing out a sigh of relief of how lucky you were right now. As you got out, you found herself in an even bigger garden than the one before. It spread out to the size of a football field with marble sculptures all around it, silently watching. There was no way you could hide behind any of the stone walls or bushes so you decided to sprint to the direction of the woods. You didn’t know how deep this place was in the forest or how much chance there was to get out but that didn’t matter right now. You just have to believe in yourself .

You ran, ignoring how the small stones from the ground picked at your bare feet or the way your lungs freeze up from the cold air. The tears still didn’t stop falling but as you went to look back there was no way that any sets of tears could masked away what you are seeing right now. By the gardens and just the general vibe of this place gave you so far, couldn’t prepare you for this.

Dark stone, built into a enormous height and filled with gargoyles and others, it looked like something from a gothic novel. It was palace so exquisite, you are sure that you have never seen an architecture this magnificent. There really was no way that no one knew about a place like this but also if that’s true, you would have at least heard of it. For it’s beauty and quite the uniqueness there should be someone how knew about his place. It gave you some hope that rescue was on there way for you but also you didn’t even recognize these woods. Where you lived there wasn’t any forest or anything like that. As you were marveling slightly at the structure, you looked back to what it seemed like the main entrance, exactly where you ran from and from the door came out several armed man, their minimal armor shining in the setting sun.

You ran as fast as you could, finally making it inside the woods. You made your way through the trees, branches and stones, scratching and piercing your naked feet. The ground was cold, you could feel the bottom of your dress getting soaked up from the wet moss. Breathing so heavily, you didn’t even have the energy to scream for help, it would also give out your location…as it would even matter.

You just couldn’t do it anymore. No more running, hiding and fearing every passing moment if they get you. However there was nothing else to do. You really were a coward but maybe…maybe if you would be under other circumstances, you want to say that you would fight your way out. Though you had nothing to fight against the literal supernatural.

A howl was heard that noise so frightening and chilling that it made you trip on your skirt, collapsing to the ground and landing right at a sharp rock. Your hands were the only thing preventing the cold sharpness to pierce the skin of your chest but it still scratched your hands. You can’t stop here. If you won’t stand up right now there is no way your legs wouldn’t give up on you. With a groan you pushed yourself up, the stone only digging deeper into your skin. You ignored the pain, jumping to your shaking legs to continue running.

Looking at your hands, you almost gasped at the blood pooling in your palms. Sound of unknown voices, shouting something was heard. It only made you go faster. A branch caught the side of your dress and without stopping you grabbed the edge of it, ripping the soft fabric with ease. Now your dress was shorter and more of that cold weather seeped through, almost feeling soothing on your flushed skin.

The sun already set some time ago. It now made it harder for you to see. The forest become eerily quiet. From where the orange sun peaked between the trees now shined the moon. You could only hear an owl in the distance. You didn’t hear anything more…The shouting could not be heard anymore. You felt again the small glimmer of hope, taking it.

You fell with a broken cry on to the dirty ground. The burning pain on your hands soothes at the touch of the cold, damp ground. You couldn’t breathe. Your gulping for air to get in to your lungs fill the silence. Now your tears were falling down easily, warming up your frozen skin. Why me? ‘Why is this happening?’ You wanted to scream so badly to release very emotion that this week left you feeling but you had trouble to even breathe properly right now. Your thighs however screamed from the unbearable and unexpected exercise.

As your breathing slowed down a bit, swallowing down your own spit for some needed liquid, you realized the situation you were in. Nothing could be heard other than you. It made you quiet down even more, deciding to finally stand up. Gripping at the tree next to you while ignoring the roughness on your raw skin, your legs shook, wanting to give up on you. Gritting your teeth, you pushed yourself up, stumbling in a small steps in the dark, the trees helping you to stabilize yourself .

A branches crunched under your feet but when you stopped for a second, leaning your weight on a tree a branches crunching was still heard. Your eyes filled with fear, freezing in your spot, wondering if you heard right. Oh and you did. An a wild animal or not it made you sprint from the spot where you once stood and it turned out to really be a predator but not the kind you silently hoped for.

You didn’t get far as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You yelped at whoever was holding you, trashing around and scratching onto their hands but that move didn’t even faze them. “Come on.” Says a male voice, pulling you to the direction you ran from with a minimal effort.

A panic strucks you at the man’s words. “No!” You screamed into the early night, sobbing. You wiggled in his strong hold while it being still soft enough, like he truly didn’t even want to hurt you. Your feet dug into the ground but it didn’t matter as he picked you up with ease. “Just let me go!” You yelled again, your voice raspy.

However he only ignored your pleads and crying, carrying you back to the place you so hardly tried to ran away from.

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Your body screams at the sudden warmness of the inside. The man still carried you, almost certain you would’ve tried to ran away again but he didn’t know how close your body was to giving up. You felt your skin burn, like needles stabbing you. You finally saw how much the weather had effect your well being. Your hands were red, frozen and just as cold as your kidnapper’s and if you could only see how much your cheeks were blushed and lips painted subtle purple. Your state infact still didn’t stop you from fighting but you certainly couldn’t ignore any longer the subtle tiredness, creeping up on you.

Your vocal cords were bruised and strained from your nonstop screaming and you didn’t care a bit about how crazy you must look. “Let me go!” The face of the man was still unseen, only his strong arms around your waist and you knew for sure that if he wasn’t a supernatural being you wouldn’t have a chance either way.

The man laughed, he actually laughed at you, the sound vibrating against your back. It made you angry and frustrated. “Calm down.” He said, pulling you into an unknown room. The whole way inside you didn’t see anyone, not the guards and not even the maids earlier, like they were just a figment of your imagination. “You sure have fire, girl.” You ignored his unnecessary remark. It only made you more uncomfortable, it has like he wanted to make a light of this situation.

Your injured feet scraped the carpet that was under you, making you jump from the sudden wave of pain. From the light of the fireplace that almost took a half of a wall from how big it was, you could see finally the state you were in. The nightgown was almost completely covered in dirt, the bottom torn in shreds, showing your scratched up legs. You felt exposed, vulnerable and uncomfortable, the feeling of being in some stranger’s arms like this made your skin crawl.

When you hear footsteps coming closer to you both, you didn’t know if you even want to look up and see who it was but you did it anyway. From the still opened door a man with dark hair came in, only stopping as his eyes met yours. That unknown man had a sense of authority in him and it made you want to curl up into a ball, seeing his dark eyes slightly darken at your figure. It didn’t took long for another person to come in, only it being the same sandy blonde haired man you already knew of.

“What is this nonsense?” Asked the dark haired man at the door, gesturing to you and the man that held you. For a moment you stopped fidgeting, completely letting your weight rest in his arms while your eyes flickered between the man that spoke and the blonde. “Who are you?” The same man asked again when nobody answered, his eyes know fully on you.

A one stray tear rolled down your cheek from the corner of your eye. You didn’t even know the answer to that question. ‘Who are you to them anyway?’ Silence filled the room for a moment before there was a sound of hurried footsteps. As your eyes looked back to the door there came him. His eyes were wide but you couldn’t pick up the right emotion in them. They quickly trailed over the room before landing on your shivering figure. His lips parted in shock, seeing the state you were in and raising his hand at your hostage.

“Let her go”

At that simple request you were set free. The man completely took off his hands off you and not expecting it you fell to your knees with a silent cry. You felt so exposed and frightened, backing away from either of them, till your back hit the side of a table. You finally saw the man who took you. Just as you predicted he was and looked strong, black hair falling over his eyes that stared at your curled up figure.

“Can anyone tell me why we have a human here?” The dark haired man at the door questioned, now his voice sharp with anger.

A sigh left the blonde’s lips, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hyunjin…”

‘Oh…so that’s what his name was.’

Everyone looked at the man, waiting. Hyunjin looked guilty, mainly for you and he showed it with his downturned lips but yours eyes were set at the fireplace before you, not wanting to meet any of their gazes. “Just–please, can I talk to her firstly?~”He pleaded quietly, looking up from beneath his eyelashes to the man next to him. “Chan, please..”

The said man sighed at his request, glancing back at you and then to him. “Everyone out.” At that the two other men whose names were still to be revealed, left the room and you almost pleaded them not to go as you were now left alone with him. The vampire stood there unmoving, probably thinking about how to start or even what to say in this situation.

His azure eyes trailed over your still shivering figure. Your body was covered in a nightgown that was actually a gift from him but it was now almost torned to pieces. From where he could see, you were covered in scratches, some deeper, some smaller mixing with the dirt that now seeped through the fabric. The smell of your blood was intoxicating, it played with his head. When he then saw the fairly large pool of blood right at your feet, he almost let out a gasp and in concern of your well being, stepping out to help you but you didn’t like that a bit.

One of your hands stopped him at the same moment he went to take that move, shaking. “Don’t…don’t come near me.” You say, looking like you were ready to start cry again.

He glares at the injury on your hand, licking his lips to resist the argue to taste that delicious substance pooled in your hand. It was like he could almost taste you, your scent filling up the whole room. “You are hurt.” Hyunjin stated the obvious, that statement making you realize how inviting you must be looking. Injured, scared, completely vulnerable and seeking any form of comfort.

You put pressure on the palms of your hands, only making it bleed more in the process. It was hard to ignore how his eyes followed the movement. “Why am I here?” You ask, not having energy to wait a longer for him to speak up again. The man froze at your question, not answering right away, only making you even more angry or maybe even more scared. “Talk to me, damn it! It is the least you can do after you kidnapped me!” Your voice broke at the end of your sentence from your sudden loudness, frowning in pain.

He nods, knowing you had every right to be angry, he also wished all of this would’ve went differently. “Just let me look at your injuries first.” He said, going closer to you. You only started to shake your head wildly, backing up even more, almost going under the table. He stood few feet from you, watching you and then looking at the chair next to you. Hyunjin without a word walked around you, while keeping his distance before pulling out the chair for you and then going back to his place. His behavior surprised you a little and glancing at the chair padded with soft looking material, it looked far more comfortable than the floor. You didn’t have the energy to scold yourself for slowly crawling your way up the chair, feeling eyes watching your every move.

When you sat down in the chair, you almost moaned how the soft cushion eased your sore body. “I would like to apologize for my friend’s behavior and actions.” It made you look at him, now seeing him fully in the light for the first time.

He was dressed in a white suit, it didn’t looked like the stereotypical ones, this one had a more modern twist to it. As he turned to look at you, feeling your glare at the back of his head, you almost did a double take at his shirt? It didn’t even look like more than a few strings of fabric from the font, both sides tided around his waist, his stomach peeking from beneath the thin fabric, showing his defined muscles. The man almost looked pleased with himself, you not knowing he actually wanted to impress you with this outfit of his. Impress you even after what he has done to you…maybe he truly was a hopeless romantic after all, as Seungmin says.

“Don’t make your friend the one guilty.” You said, looking at his figure. You hope that your blushing cheeks were actually from the warmness of the fireplace where he stood at, the flames creating shadows on his features that looked quite menacing. “You did this to me…” You whisper, your face momentarily scrunching up to resist the argue to cry more. Only if you would glance back at him to see how guilty he truly looked, not that you would even believe him after all of this.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here?” Do you actually want to know or just close your eyes and imagine that this was all just a dream?

He sighed, glancing into the fireplace and watching how the flames wrapped around the firewood. He as same as you become nervous but it was different kind of nervousness. Hyunjin felt like his heart was beating again and it was only for you. Is it even possible for him to explain this to you in the right way? Or should he just admit his undying obsession with you that scared him as much as you. However it also felt calming in a sense, exciting even. He after all of these long years felt alive again, like this was actually his first time living. Can he? Can he even describe how he feels for you? He wanted to tell you everything and more. ‘But would that be even enough?’, he questioned while looking back at you. How much it pained him to see you like this and it hurt even more knowing it was all because of him. Because he was scared to loose you, he didn’t think rationally, just out of impulse and did these things he did made his chance to justify himself even more impossible.

“The reason why you are here isn’t because you know what we are…” He said, turning his body to your direction. “The reason you’re here is strictly because of who you are…” ‘To me’, he wanted to say.

You were confused at that. You really thought that you knowing what–who they are is the issue. His statement made you nervous. Is there something you don’t know? Even about yourself?

“Who am I?” You whisper, questioning yourself. “I’m nobody…” You say, shaking your head at him.

He mimicked you, taking few careful steps to get closer to you. You to his surprise didn’t take his movements to get closer to you as a threat but your beating heart gave away your still running fear of him. It for him filled the silence in when he thought about what to say next. “Not to me.” He says and you could feel how honest his response was. Your lips parted, watching him. He made slow and steady steps, like a wild animal, trying to not to scare away their pray.

“Vampires it is what we are and you probably know that by now.” Hyunjin starts off. “Our lives are pointless. The undying hunger for blood soon becomes overrated, boring even but there was always a one thing that made all of us stop ourselves to not take our own lives. It was very rare but still this small flicker of hope made our infinite lives a little more brighter.”

You let out a breath, you didn’t even know you were holding in your chest. His words were so intense and the way he was speaking peaked your interest. “What was it?” You asked.

He become quiet again, glancing back down at your sitting form. “A soulmate.”

You frown at the word. “A soulmate?” You repeated, tasting the word on your tongue to fully understand him.

“Yes, two vampires whose bound would be unbreakeble, filled with love and affection they could only dream of feeling. These two people were made for each other…but there were also a few occurrence of a different kind of bound.” The man walks few steps closer again, now just few inches away from you. You didn’t even register him moving again, too caught up in his words to find where you stands in all of this. “Soulmates in a form of human and a vampire. As a vampire all of your senses are hightened, normal human barely can feel this form of affection, making it nearly impossible to find someone like that…and few nights ago I would’ve agreed.”

Your heart skipped a beat and not in good way. Is it possible to feel like fainting from just words? Your world suddenly started to dance around you, ears ringing and mouth becoming dry. “No…” You gasp out, quickly standing up on your wobbly legs and knocking over the chair you were sitting on just to get away from him. Hyunjin on the other hand started to panic at your sudden change of behavior, hating how you couldn’t keep up with your breathing, while ignoring this sudden pain in his chest.

“You’re are my soulmate.” He clarifies, the words shooting right through you. “And I beg of you to…” He didn’t even know what to beg for, he finally can have the thing he always wished for but you looked far from expecting the same truth.

“But I don’t even know you and you don’t know me!” You yell at him, gripping at the wood of the table to keep yourself from falling.

“As I was saying soulmates are more common as vampires. You maybe can’t feel the bond between us but I can.” Hyunjin tried really hard to keep himself calm and collected seeing you react like that. He knew you wouldn’t react in a good way immediately but this? You looked terrified and he could hear your heart beating wildly in your chest, every shaking breath you took and there’s no way that even a human could not see the fear in your tear filled eyes.

“So I don’t have a say in this?” You almost whisper, lip quivering. “I mean you already kidnapped me, what are you going to do to me now?” Your own question made you freeze. “Make me feel this things for you?”

He shakes his head, hurt slightly by your words. He did not give the best impression but do you really think that low of him? “I can’t do that and I do not even want that. I can’t compel you…that’s how I knew you were special…” You now were the one shaking your head, in complete disbelief.

“I’m not special.” Your words were firm, not like your body that was pressing into the table so hard you could feel bruises forming. “You can’t just expect me to believe that! What do you want? Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re lying! You’re a liar!–“

Your outburst came to an end as he suddenly appeared right in front of you, hands gripping your shoulders. “I’m not!” He shouted in your face. It took him a moment to realize what he have done. Hyunjin only made it worst for himself as he saw how much this sudden movement of his seem to frighten you. When a small sob of pain left your lips, his grip immediately loosen up before fully removing his hands from you. “I’m not lying…I just I-I…“ Your presence made him tongue tied and this whole situation he made himself, made it worse for him to find the right words. Hyunjin look up from your shoulders where his hands were a minute ago to your eyes. He hates himself for making you cry like this.

“I want you…I want to get to know you..I want you to give me at least a chance…don’t leave please…please~” The man said, his own legs buckling ready to get on his knees for you. “Give me a chance, Y/N.”

Why are you feeling bad for him? Was it sympathy? The expression on his face was a mixture of hope with also helplessness. His own eyes were glassy…’Was he also crying?’

“To fall in love with you?” You ask needing to have a more of a clarification.

“You don’t have to, soulmates can be platonic.” He says quickly, seeing you think about his offer. “You can’t leave me please…not when I waited my whole undead life for you.”

Soulmates…funny. You spend your whole life thinking about low unlovable you are and now somebody is telling you this. Is it your curiosity or your own feelings that want to take his offer? You can’t lie about finding him quite mesmerizing and it wasn’t just by his striking looks, there was this invisible string pulling you to him. However hearing him say his confession…it just didn’t felt right in the head. All of this is so sudden, too many things now being lay down on your shoulders, making you slowly sink into yourself. He just can’t say that…not about you.

“When did you become aware of that we are…soulmates?” The last word stung getting it out of your mouth. “Did you realize we are soulmates the night you appeared at the doorsteps? Or the night you almost killed me–“

“No! I didn’t want to kill you.” He looked horrified and angered that you would even think of that but as his memories came back to him he become aware why you would say that.

“The night when I saw you at the bridge–just by your presence, your blood…” Hyunjin said, taking a deep breath of your scent. “Oh–oh your blood is calling to me, I’ve never smelled someone as appealing as you.” He almost growled as he got another whiff of your delicious scent on his tongue, oblivious to how you suddenly wrapped your arms around yourself, pink hue painting your cheeks. “The one who wanted to kill you was Minho, I just didn’t have the heart to hurt you.” He said the actual truth. He truly had no desire to hurt you. His blue eyes suddenly flickered to a deep red, so quickly you almost didn’t catch it but the sneer on his face stayed. “Those bastards deserved more than a quick death…”

You shift in your place, unwanted memories of that night coming back to you. “I-I want to thank you for that and even your friend but seeing that he took me here without my permission we’re even.”

After your sentence it was quiet again. You started to feel the stinging pain in your wounds and how your eyes become slightly droopy. “Y/N?” Call out Hyunjin, breaking the silence. It is too casual for you to let him use your name like that, trying to ignore the fact you didn’t even give it to him in the first place. Your gaze fell to his mole under one of his captivating eyes, your safe zone, waiting for him to continue whatever he wanted to say. “Will you then stay? For a month or any period of time you would like…than it will be up to you whether you decide to leave or stay here with me...”

“Alright.”

Did you really agree with this nonsense? He gave you a choice but it still felt like there wasn’t any given to you in the first place. Though you felt tired, you knew what you were doing or at least saying. You look away from him just as his face light up slightly, small almost invisible smile on his plush lips.

“But what do I do about my friends and my job and–“ You tried to reason but there isn’t really a chance for that.

“No need to worry.” He said. “I will make it work, I just don’t want you to leave me forever just yet…”

Again you were stunned, almost feeling awkward. “Okay~” After that word left your mouth, it sealed your arrangement for good.

The main door to the room also opened, revealing the same short haired man from before. Chan was his name? His timing was too perfect and it made you realize that he probably heard all of yours conversation. Even if he would’ve been on the other side of the mansion, it wouldn’t matter but it still made you embarrassed. His eyes were however only trained on Hyunjin, hard and cleared of any emotion. “I want to have a word with you.” The man before you nodded understandingly, Chan’s attention than went to you. “And you…Felix will escort you back to your room.”

At the sound of a new name, appeared a blond haired man with the face of an angel but you were no fool as he shared the same unhuman features as his company. He smiled at you softly and that gesture even eased your so called soulmate, waving at you to go with him. You didn’t really want to trust him but you already knew that there wasn’t any danger for you in here. You took a slow step, pushing yourself off the table, stumbling slightly. At that Hyunjin immediately went to you but he was only stopped by your hand, showing him you were still capable of walking on your own.

A small grimace was plastered over your face as you make your way to the blonde named Felix, him as the others slightly wary of your well being. Now nothing but that cozy bed you may now call yours was on your mind but you still stopped to take a one last look at his face that you will be seeing now everyday because of your choice, still trying to figure out if that terrifies you or excites you.

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author’s note

Hi! I wanted to thank all of you for your support and I hope you like this story so far as much as I do. Also I wanted to address that updates for some time will take longer because it’s getting closer to the end of a semester, so I need some time to study but I will see what I can do!

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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hello!!!! i love ur work sm omg i’m so excited that requests are open <333 i wasn’t sure if they’re still open or not since your pinned says closed but if you did close them feel free to ignore this! anyways i wanted to a request a little skz reaction to their s/o complimenting them after they’ve had a tough day and are kinda doubting themselves? they’re the best boys and i refuse to believe otherwise

stray kids reactions to their s/o cheering them up after a bad day

genre: fluff, hurt / comfort

warnings: none

a/n: sorry i forgot to change my pinned when i announced requests were open 💀 my bad

chan

chan definitely has his bad days. and sometimes he feels like nothing, nothing will be able to lift his mood. but, to his surprise, you prove him wrong every time. without even meaning to, you will soothe his mind and somehow make his day better just by existing. just by being you. the natural praises that come out of your mouth when you talk to him make him realise his worth <3

minho

contrary to chan, minho doesn't have a lot of bad days. but that means, when he is faced with them, they hit harder than he would like them to. he really appreciates it when you're just there for him. when he's ready to talk about it, he will explain his frustrations. after this, you run your hands through his hair and tell him how proud you are of him. he would never want to admit it, but those words made him very emotional. you touched his heart deeply.

changbin

word of affirmation is important to changbin. when he comforts others, he tends to be very supportive with his words, showing that he cares whilst also trying to provide a solution. sometimes his own problems can't be solved. nevertheless, when you see him upset or sense he's worried about something, he really appreciates the praises and the words of comfort you give him. he realises, in these moments, how much he loves you.

hyunjin

hyunjin definitely relies on your words of wisdom and comfort. when he has bad days, he feels like there is a grey cloud following him, constantly there and something he just can't shake. even with loved ones around him, it's hard to shift out of his negative head-space. so when you leave your little words of encouragement ringing in his ear, telling him how well he did today, telling him how well he did always... he tears up. words such as these keep him going.

jisung

hannie can feel down about himself when he feels like he isn't doing enough. it hurts him, the idea that he should be doing more. the idea of being in a slump. he can't stand it. all he can think about is coming home and burying his face in the crook of your neck. and when he does this, you cuddle him close and praise him for how well he has done today. "you tried your best. and that's perfect to me." he will look up at you with shining eyes and whisper a 'thank you.' he is truly touched.

felix

unfortunately there are a lot of times when felix doubts himself. it can be quite disheartening to watch this sunshine boy talk badly about himself. he deserves to be praised because he doesn't give enough to himself. you recognise this and always try your best to offer sincere words of love and support. even if he might not believe your words at the time they are spoken, they will stick with him in harder times, and he will be grateful that you were there for him on those days.

seungmin

seungmin can get frustrated with himself if he isn't learning things as quickly as others or if he's not hitting the notes he wants to hit. you giving him compliments on these days, even if it's something small like 'you look handsome today', you know, something he hears every day, suddenly means a great deal more to him now that he's sad. you make him much, much happier.

jeongin

jeongin can get down about himself when he compares himself with others or makes little mistakes frequently. when he feels he isn't improving, his mindset can turn quite negative and he may feel disheartened. so he really does appreciate your efforts to lift him back up. it's nice hearing the good things he has done from the one he loves rather than his own negative thoughts.

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hyunverse · 1 year

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single parents club ★彡 bang chan

bang chan x fem!reader

about — in which you stumble across a fellow single parent on a shopping trip.

word count — 1545 words.

warnings — feminine nouns used for reader.

note — thank you sooooooo much for requesting nonnie, and thank you for the patience!

Saturdays are one of Chan’s favourite days. For many reasons.

One, the coffee shop down his block — Stanco Cafe offers 10% off on coffee every Saturday from 8 am to 10 am.

Two, there is no traffic on Saturday mornings.

Three, it’s his outing day with his daughter. Ever since Aera was three, it has been a routine for them to have a father-daughter day out every Saturday.

Chan absolutely adores his Saturdays with Aera. Especially with the reality that Aera was getting older — the little baby who used to fit in his arms is now a four-year-old girl capable of buttoning her own clothes. He loves how Aera would go on and on about how her week went in kindergarten, with chocolate ice cream residue on her cheek. She would babble about how Uncle Felix and Uncle Hyunjin made fun of her new haircut the whole week, and how Uncle Jeongin sucks at tying her hair. Chan loves everything and anything about his Saturdays, it’s that one day he would cherish and feel light-hearted all day.

It’s a Saturday again. Somehow, Aera had successfully convinced Chan into going shopping again. For three weeks straight Aera had consistently asked to go shopping — in which Chan sighed about, saying that his baby girl was getting older. Old enough to want to go on endless shopping trips. Aera had rolled her eyes and said, “of course I’m getting older! I can’t get younger!” The man swore to god that he needed to stop letting Hyunjin babysit his daughter. The sass was sticking to her.

Aera’s in the fitting room alone, with Chan standing outside, leaning on the oak door. The moment the pair stepped into Oshkosh, Aera managed to grab multiple items (mostly pink and ruffle-y) in a few minutes to try on. The little girl with pigtails insisted on going into the fitting room alone, saying that she knew how to dress herself up. Hearing her words honestly made Chan feel like crying, in disbelief that his little princess was growing up so fast. He swore just a few weeks ago he would have to wake up in the midst of the night due to her loud cries. Nevertheless, he let Aera have her own fun, telling her that she could go into the fitting room by herself, under the condition that he would stay right outside the whole time.

The moment you step into the store, you could tell that it was going to be a rough shopping session. The lights are much too bright for the grumpy one-year-old boy in the stroller. You sigh — it’s not like you wanted to go shopping, not with a baby of course — but you had no choice. The babysitter you trust wasn’t available, and Haru was outgrowing his clothes quickly. You needed new clothes for him quickly, and so you prayed the little boy would cooperate.

“Give mommy a few minutes, okay baby,” you mumble, peeking into the hooded stroller, “we’ll go home right after I finish buying you new clothes.”

You only got ten minutes of silence.

A loud cry interrupts your shopping session. You breathe in a heavy breath, looking around in embarrassment. Haru lets out loud sobs, eyes shut as he wails. You stop beside a rack close to the fitting rooms, quick to carry your son into your arms. Assurances slip past your lips as a way to comfort the little boy, your hand feeling his diapers in case it’s full. It isn’t. It’s not Haru’s feeding time either — so it’s fair to say that you have no clue as to why he’s being grumpy.

You sigh in desperation, “come on Haru. . . work with mommy here. What’s wrong, hm, baby?” you say, knowing full well you won’t get a response in return.

It takes a few minutes of witnessing your frustration until Chan goes over. His eyes are glinting with sincerity and slight concern.

“Hey,” he greets you, offering a warm dimpled smile, “you alright?”

You feel your head shake before you could fully process what to reply, “uh, not really. My son’s a little grumpy today.”

“Oh,” he nods, “um. May I?”

Chan extends his hands towards you, offering to take Haru from your arms. See, if it was any other man, you probably would’ve turned the other way but something about the man standing in front of you made you feel safe and trusting. After only a second of hesitation, you pass your crying son towards him. He rocks the crying baby in his buff arms, humming melodic tunes.

“I think he’s feeling a little hot,” he says, placing Haru back into the stroller, “wait a minute.”

Curiously, you watch the unknown man reach into his backpack, gaining even more curious when he takes out a white portable fan. He clips it onto the handle of the stroller, eyebrows furrowed as he adjusts the wind level.

“Okay, I think this is the right setting,” he mumbles, patting your (now calmed down) baby.

To say that you’re impressed would be an understatement.

“You can take the fan, it comes in really handy sometimes. It’s an extra one I happen to have, so I really don’t mind,” he looks up, so you could finally truly look at his face.

Oh.

He’s mesmerizing — his jawline looks like something Pygmalion would sculpt. His eyes are a pretty colour, and the dimples when he smiles make him appear oh-so warm. He’s the definition of handsome.

“Thank you,” you say after you realize you’ve been staring, “god, I don’t know how else to thank you. You’re so good with kids.”

Chan rubs the back of his neck, flashing a humble smile, “no worries, for real. I have one of my own, that’s why.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. Meeting a young parent like you is a rare occurrence — in fact, you’ve never stumbled across one before. A part of you feels soothed that you’re not the only one going through the hardships of a young parent.

“Oh, you have a kid of your own too?”

“Yeah,” the man nods, “a daughter, actually. Her name’s Aera.”

His smile gets wider at the mention of her daughter, and you could feel your heart swell at that. Right on time, a little girl in a pink tutu opens the fitting room door, a similar dimpled smile plastered across her cute face.

“Dad!” she cheers, “can I get this dress?”

Chan ruffles her hair, “of course you can, princess. C’mere.”

He takes the dress from Aera’s grip, glancing back at you.

“How about your boy? What’s his name?”

“Haru. Thought it was a cute name, so I named him that.”

“Is that a baby?” Aera perks up, standing on her tip-toes to look into the stroller, “oh, he’s so cute, dad! So adorable! Can you get me one too?”

Both you and Chan turn red at her remark.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “maybe later, Aera. And stay quiet, you’ll wake the poor baby up.”

He turns back to you, offering an apologetic smile which you return with a small chuckle.

“Thank you, by the way — I didn’t catch your name, just realized,” you say.

“It’s Chan. And you?”

“Y/n,” you reply, “god, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come to my rescue. Couldn’t get a babysitter today, and I’m a single parent so I had no choice but to bring Haru with me today.”

His eyebrows raise at your statement, “oh? You’re a single parent as well? Me too. It gets hard sometimes, doesn’t it? What not with us being young and all.”

You feel even more seen at his confession.

“It gets so hard, please. Sometimes I feel like tugging all my hair out, actually.”

He laughs, before his eyes widen and he hurriedly whips out his phone.

“Hey, um,” he unlocks his phone, “there’s this groupchat I’m in that’s full of single parents near us. It’s really helpful, they usually suggest babysitters and stuff. Comes in especially handy when I go outstation and have to leave Aera. How about you give me your number and I’ll add you to it?”

You get excited at the thought of meeting other people going through the same things as you, so you waste no time typing your number into his contacts. He watches you throughout the whole ordeal, admiring you. Chan has gone on a few dates after Aera’s mother got up and abandoned them, though none caught his eye the way you do. He can’t help the grin that appears as he admires you.

“Thank you so much Chan, you have no idea how thankful I am for you. It’s been nice meeting you, seriously — but I kind of have to go now, before Haru gets up and gets grumpy again.”

He nods. Head thinking whether he should just ask you out on a date with him or if it was too early to do so. Right before you’re about to stroll away, he grabs a hold of your hand, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Y/n, this might feel so odd to you, but uh — would you like to maybe, grab lunch together sometime?”

You’ve never said yes to a date so fast.

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bruh-changbin · 1 year

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ivy league

pairing: uni boyfriend!hyunjin x afab reader

genre: fluff + smut (minors dni)

warnings: fingering (f receiving), public sex, lowkey exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), snowballing (tis’ the season), little bit of cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe), piv, creampie, tit sucking, both are kinda switches?, alcohol consumption

word count: 5.8K

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR MOFOS!!! my new years resolution is to find out why hyunjin is so fucking hard to write for 😻 maybe it’s bc his personality is kinda all over the place or maybe i just suck but anyways i hope i did him justice. (also for the sake of this fic pls pretend he still has long brown hair bc that was my fav look on him ever)i do apologize as this was supposed to be posted right after new years but i have been a busy busy gal as of late. nevertheless, i hope you enjoy (also apologies if this posts weird tumblr is being A MAJOR PAIN IN THE ASS AS I TRY TO EDIT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

photos not mine, credit to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

studying away from home was always a dream of yours. there’s something so enticing about living and learning in a new city that piques your interest. when you got an acceptance letter from an ivy league school a few hours away from your hometown, you didn’t think twice before enrolling.

only then did you find out that 90% of the student body at ivy league schools - or any high status campus, really - are insufferable. there are wannabe jane austen’s and christopher nolan’s at every turn, griping about how getting a 98% on their most recent paper just isn’t good enough (news flash: it is).

ergo, every time you’ve tried to befriend someone you met in the student centre or library or in one of your lectures you’ve discovered they’re too obsessed with their status to even hold a proper conversation with you. there’s only one person who makes studying here at least somewhat bearable: hwang hyunjin.

you met hyunjin in september, a mere 2 days before classes were set to begin for the fall semester. it was somewhat unfortunate, your first encounter, seeing as it entailed you spilling your iced french vanilla all over hyunjin’s silky white button up top. you were trying to shove your wallet back into your bag as you left a coffee shop and he was enthralled in his phone, both of you too distracted to notice the other before colliding.

you both apologized profusely, you for being careless and him for being in the way (he wasn’t) until you insisted he came to your apartment to get cleaned up since it’s only a 3 minute walk away, i feel horrible for ruining your clothes.

he complied, and you led him to your small studio apartment, giving him some privacy to shower and steal whatever clothes in your closet that fit him.

when he stepped out of your bathroom, hair still damp and skin glowing, the rounds of i’m so sorry’s started up again as you handed him back his shirt, now with a large coffee stain on the chest that even your tide pen couldn’t tackle. he grabbed his shirt before chuckling, revealing that he too was a frequent customer of the cafe you were at and often opted to go there instead of indulging in the overpriced shit they sell on campus.

upon discovering that you were both students at the same university you got to talking, which led to hyunjin staying for dinner at your place, which led to an impromptu make-out session on your second-hand couch. when you made it known that you wanted to take things further, he initially declined because hey, i’m not that kind of guy. in the end he couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you were more than happy to lead him down the hallway to your bedroom.

soon after he had you writhing under your cotton bed sheets while making you cum on his tongue… and his fingers and his cock. his shaggy, shoulder length mocha hair felt like silk in between your fingers and the whines and whimpers he let out when you tugged on it sounded like heaven.

so, your first encounter with hyunjin was a catastrophe turned fuck session turned we should do this again sometime…

now it’s the heart of winter and you’re about to sock your boyfriend in the jaw when you see him leaning against the brick exterior of your lecture hall, the tips of his ears stained cherry red and his breath passing his lips in the form of a cloud.

“hyunjin i told you to stop waiting for me outside of my lecture hall’s, you’re seriously gonna get frostbite!” you emphasize by pinching his frozen ears - he winces.

“what happened to hello? how are you?” he complains before slipping his hand into the pocket of your puffer jacket and intertwining his fingers with yours; his hands are so cold you flinch.

“well sorry i don’t want you to get sick,” you roll your eyes while shoving your headphones into your tote bag, not needing them now that hyunjin has graced you with his presence, “and you know that class always puts me in a bad mood.”

“ahh yes that’s the one with the, what was it, douchey prof and even douchier students, right?”

“that’s the one.” you sniffle, nose going numb from the cold wind biting at your face as you let hyunjin drag you across campus to god knows where.

“well turn that frown upside down, i’m about to treat you to the most romantic study date ever,” hyunjin asserts while pulling you in the direction of the student lounge, careful not to walk too quickly so you don’t slip on the ice hidden underneath the blanket of snow on the ground.

although the trek from your lecture hall to the student common room is quite short, only subjecting you to the outside weather conditions for a mere minute or two, you rejoice when you step inside and regain shelter from the cold. a blast of hot air greets you and hyunjin shakes the snow off of his perfectly styled hair, retracting his hand from your jacket pocket.

the two of you make your way down the corridor before waltzing into the main study area of the student lounge, seating yourself on a worn in brown leather couch.

once your winter jacket is discarded you pull your textbook out of your bag, using your peripherals to watch hyunjin pull out his laptop and begin editing photos for his photography class.

it’s serene; watching the snow fall through the window to your left, feeling the warmth radiating from hyunjin who’s sitting to your right. the feeling of hyunjin’s hand (which is still quite cold) on your knee comforts you and you immerse yourself in the words of your textbook, wanting to catch up on the chapters you were supposed to read for this week but didn’t have the time or patience to.

alas, you should’ve known that hyunjin had… other intentions when he said he was taking you on the most romantic study date ever. it only takes a few minutes before you feel his hand inching its way up your leg.

his eager fingers dance across your thigh before groping your pelvis, causing you to clamp your legs shut in surprise, trapping your boyfriend’s hand in between them.

“are you fucking kidding me hyunjin? we’re in public…”

hyunjin scans the vicinity of the student lounge, which, admittedly, there are only two other students present, both so absorbed in their respective textbooks that they’re practically drooling. but that doesn’t mean you’re about to let him finger bang you in a public area in front of your fellow students.

“what, you don’t wanna show everyone how well you take my fingers?” by now his index and middle fingers are playing with the waistband of your panties, waiting for you to give the go ahead before dipping underneath.

“come on, let me play with you.”

try as you may, you can’t resist the twisting of your stomach and the pitter-patter of your heart at hyunjin’s words. by now your pussy is leaking indefinitely and you shift in your spot in a pathetic attempt to alleviate the dull throbbing you feel in your pelvis.

the more you squirm the more pressure you feel from hyunjin’s hand trapped in between your thighs, the heel of his palm pushing against your cunt that’s becoming more sensitive by the second.

a pleasure induced haze clouds your brain and soon enough you’ve convinced yourself that hyunjin fingering you in the student lounge is in fact a good idea. it’s not like anyone can see you, right? you’re sandwiched between the wall and hyunjin, who’s broad shoulders block you from the curious gaze of others - no one would be the wiser.

with a bashful look on your face you ease your legs open, granting hyunjin access to your sticky panties and aching clit. the dexterity in which hyunjin’s hand pushes past your waistband and into the dripping folds of your cunt almost gives you whiplash.

like the little bitch he is he teases you for several moments, the tip of his index finger drawing lazy circles around your clit before gliding down to your hole and then back up again, never giving you what you actually want.

you know hyunjin’s enjoying watching you twitch and shift in your seat as he plays with your cunt; even more so does he enjoy watching you bite back a frustrated whine when he pulls his hand from you entirely, takes a second to coat his digits in his own saliva by sucking on them, and shove his hand back down your pants.

with help from hyunjin’s makeshift lube his slender spit-covered fingers slip inside of you with little resistance, causing your stomach to flutter and churn. the stretch is subtle yet pleasurable and your body automatically folds in on itself: head hung low, knees knocking together, back hunched.

if anyone were to walk by they would hopefully assume that you’re just worn out from the end of semester stress and not clue in on the fact that your boyfriend is knuckle deep in your pussy.

hyunjin starts with small movements, his finger gliding in and out of you slowly while curling upwards in a ‘come-hither’ type motion. he’s trying to make his movements as undetectable as possible, struggling against your tight cunt that sucks him in with each and every thrust of his fingers.

lucky for you your lover was blessed with long fingers, ones that reach so deep inside of you with so little effort that it makes the room spin. little shocks rock your body when hyunjin fully sheathes his index and middle fingers inside of you, the cold metal of the rings adorning his fingers a stark contrast to your hot wet pussy.

the pace of hyunjin’s fingers quickens; your bottom lip stings from how hard you’re biting down on it. your breath leaves you in the form of forced exhales through your nose, the urge to say fuck it and moan aloud for all of your peers to hear becoming almost irresistible and you pray that hyunjin’s going to make you finish before you do something you’ll regret.

hyunjin pushes his fingers impossibly deeper into you, the heel of his palm now providing the most delicious friction on your neglected clit. you resist the urge to grind your hips against his hand.

“are you close?” hyunjin whispers, his plush lips caressing the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine. how long has his face been that close to yours? you think, but you’re too out of it to turn your thoughts into words. you just nod frantically, eyes rolling backwards as your impending orgasm looms closer and closer.

the sensation of hyunjin’s fingers pistoning in and of you and his palm bumping your clit is enough to quickly send you over the edge, biting the inside of your cheek so hard you can taste the metallic tang of blood against your tongue.

you cream all over his fingers while sucking in a breath so big it hurts your lungs so as to prevent yourself from making any noise. the grip you have on hyunjins wrist goes limp and you wince as he pulls his fingers from you, placing a chaste kiss on your temple as if to say i’m proud of you.

with that hyunjin casually sucks your wetness from his fingers, briefly wiping them on his pants before returning to editing his photos on his laptop. you struggle to regain your focus on the textbook splayed out in front of you, the pages swimming before your eyes as the pleasure in the pit of your stomach slowly subsides.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“i still don’t understand why you were so adamant about using my kitchen to bake instead of yours.”

hyunjin glances up from his phone at your words, his pupils so dark they remind you of tapioca pearls.

“i live with three frat guys, my kitchen is a biohazard.”

ah yes, that’s right. hyunjin’s roommates, although very nice guys who treat you with respect, are frat guys nonetheless. chan is the cleanest of them all, although that's mostly due to him eating out the majority of the time. changbin and jisung however…

you raise your hands in defence, shuddering at the thought of the army of glasses filled with stale protein shakes that greeted you the last time you ventured into hyunjin’s apartment.

upon seeing you wash your hands in preparation for baking hyunjin joins you behind the kitchen counter. his ring-clad fingers roll up the sleeves of his white long sleeve top before tucking the stray hairs in front of his face behind his ears.

“alright, what are we baking?” he says with his game-face on.

“i was thinking we could do gingerbread… you know, since it’s the holidays.” you begin to search for a recipe on your phone.

hyunjin makes a sour face at this: lips puckered, brows furrowed, eyelids lowered. dramatic. “i don’t like gingerbread,” he states.

“oh? why not?”

“it’s too spicy.”

this motherfucker…

“...spicy? what are you, twelve?”

“i have a sensitive palate!” your boyfriend whines like a toddler.

“shut the fuck up hwang, we’re making gingerbread.”

hyunjin hangs his head in defeat while you trifle through your cupboards for the proper ingredients. soon enough a small pile is formed on your countertop and you begin sorting everything in order to start baking. a slender hand caresses your lower back and you jump slightly.

“you know it kinda turns me on when you’re all authoritative like that…”

of course. leave it to hyunjin to get horny at literally any hour of the day.

“you’re insufferable. does hyunjin jr. ever take a day off?”

hyunjin scoffs, “he does, actually. remember the day you were so swamped with the paper you were writing and me, being the best boyfriend ever, had the decency to not try to get in your pants so you could focus?”

“wow, so chivalrous.”

hyunjin playfully shoves your head and then pats your hair as if to assure you his teasing is all in good fun (you know it is).

for someone who was so adamant about baking for the holidays, hyunjin is incredibly inept in the kitchen. first he adds baking powder to the mixing bowl instead of baking soda, then proceeds to knock over your precious bottle of pure vanilla extract, followed by him getting molasses on his tongue and wailing in disgust because it tastes like straight ass! this is all tied together by him spilling flour all over your countertops because why the fuck not.

“remind me to never allow you to have access to my kitchen ever again,” you huff in frustration while rolling out your batter, a thin layer of sweat forming on your upper lip.

“why? I’m having fun… are you not having fun?” a cheeky grin is plastered across his face as he places his hand on the flour-covered counter before smacking your ass so hard you shriek. whipping your head around, you gape at the perfect flour handprint imprinted on the seat of your favourite pair of pants.

“WHAT THE FUCK HYUNJIN!!???” you shove his chest before frantically dusting the flour off of your rear. hyunjin can’t seem to control his laughter.

“payback!” he says cheerily while wiping his hands on the hem of his shirt. by now the smell and taste of flour has filled the air of your kitchen.

“payback for what you dipshit??”

he smiles, “for when you spilled coffee on my shirt.”

“are you fucking kidding me hwang? that was like four months ago!” you return to kneading the dough in front of you, although now you do so with much more aggression, “need i remind you that the coffee incident is how we met in the first place?”

“i knowww~” his palm glides across your upper back in a soothing motion before he rests his chin your your shoulder, “i’m just teasing.”

you bite back a smile before glancing at hyunjin perched on your shoulder, his squishy cheeks matching the soft gaze of his eyes. domestic bliss. you continue to knead the dough in front of you until it’s ready to be rolled out.

when you turn to look at hyunjin again he’s leaning into you even more, pink lips puckered slightly and eyelids closed causing his lashes to grace the tops of his cheeks.

you throw flour in his face.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

it’s new years eve and you don’t know what to wear.

“just throw on something skimpy and call it a day,” jeongin says through the speaker of your phone, “you’re supposed to be here in like an hour, remember?”

“i can get ready in an hour,” you respond while holding various garments up to your body and gazing at your reflection in the mirror. so many options, so little time.

“i don’t know about that y/n, remember halloween?”

you do remember halloween. more specifically, you remember jeongin whining and bitching for the entirety of the two and a half hours it took for you to transform yourself into ty lee from avatar: the last airbender. it was worth it though, you looked exactly like her.

“come on, that was a one time thing. i’ll be at your place on time!” you whine while tossing an unworthy crop top onto the pile of clothes on your floor that’s steadily increasing.

“i don’t know y/n you’re pretty indecisive and-” you hang up on him, not wanting to hear him bitch and whine about your inability to make even the most minuscule decisions.

it takes you half an hour to choose the perfect outfit, and then another half hour to do your makeup and hair, followed by a fifteen minute stare-down with your reflection in the mirror as you question everything. is this really the best look i can come up with? your head hurts and you haven’t even started drinking yet.

“y/n~” hyunjin whines from his place in the living room, “are you almost ready?”

you give him a half-assed yea before exiting your bedroom, giving yourself and your outfit one final check in the mirror.

in preparation for tonight’s celebration you helped hyunjin bleach and dye his hair a shade of icy blue last night, almost permanently damaging his bathroom sink and counter in the process. his now cerulean mane matches the blue of his denim jacket that has an eye-catching collar lined with fluffy white fur (faux of course - no animal cruelty here). his pants are denim as well, a quintessential canadian tuxedo, and just a hint of silver glitter is detectable on his eyelids. you could eat him right the fuck up.

“you look cute,” you purr before waltzing over to your boyfriend and standing in front of where he’s sat on the couch.

“as do you,” his eyes scan your body, “the five hours it took you to get ready paid off.”

“i did not take five hours to get ready hwang, you’re just impatient.” you pat his leg as if to say get off your ass, it’s time to go, prompting him to push himself off of his couch and over to the coat rack by his front door.

“this coat totally clashes with my outfit,” you complain as you pull on your thick puffer jacket.

hyunjin feigns sympathy, “it’s either that or you freeze. come on, chan’s wondering why we’re not there yet.”

hyunjin all but yanks you out the door, locking it behind him before the two of you step onto the bustling city streets that are teeming with people searching for a place to drink and celebrate.

arriving at jeongin’s a mere couple of hours before midnight, you rid yourself of your chunky winter coat and start to mingle with the rest of the crowd. hyunjin, despite knowing more people at the party than you, stands behind you like a lost baby sheep for the entire night, waiting for you to loop him into whatever conversation you’re having.

you briefly speak with jeongin, who teases you for arriving late (how he managed to spot you and hyunjin sneaking in later than you said you would arrive is beyond you) and then encourages you to get a drink and ‘let loose’.

in the kitchen you help yourself to whatever alcohol you can find - most of the selection isn’t to your liking and you regret not bringing your own drinks from home. nevertheless, you force some pathetic margarita mix down your throat before spotting hyunjin’s roommates, chan, changbin and jisung, in the crowd and heading over to converse with them.

time seems to fly by and soon enough there are only a few minutes left until it’s time to ring in the new year. someone, most likely felix, blasts madonna through the speakers and a livestream of the new york ball drop is displayed on the tv in the living room.

“y/n?”

“yes hyunjin?”

he hesitates, starry eyes looking everywhere but your own, “will you be my new year’s kiss?”

you stifle a laugh; the poor boy looks like he’s about to puke after asking you that so you try your best to play nice.

“of course i will.” you caress your boyfriend's cheek ever so gently, his cheeks turning rosy and flushed as you do so.

around you the cheers from the other partygoers have increased as the countdown displayed on the tv hits the thirty second mark. as the ball descends on the screen your fingers reach for hyunjin, grasping his wrist in excitement as the two of you start to countdown alongside everyone else.

“3….2….1….HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!”

as soon as the clock strikes midnight hyunjin’s pillowy pink lips are attached to yours, capturing you in a heartfelt kiss to celebrate the ending of an old year and beginning of a new one. it would be a crime not to reciprocate so you do, only pulling away when you hear jeongin start to make gagging noises at the two of you over everyone else's cheers.

felix jumps onto the couch and changbin uncorks a bottle of pommery cuvée louise with a celebratory pop!

before you can approach changbin and ask for a glass of champagne that he splurged on for the special occasion, you’re being dragged down the hallway. away from the music and cheering and people and into a dark, empty bedroom; based on the decor you assume it’s felix’s.

the metallic click of a door being shut and locked echoes throughout the empty room and when you turn to face hyunjin pursues you again. away from the curious gazes of bystanders he kisses you with unrestrained passion and lust - a kiss that isn’t just a simple display of affection but a kiss that says i want this to lead to something more.

in the confines of this empty bedroom you allow yourself to melt into his lips, his touch. you inhale his scent and push your tongue past his teeth and into his mouth, tasting a hint of the miller lite he was sipping on earlier on his tongue. with ease hyunjin makes his way down your jaw and to your neck, placing affectionate open mouth kisses against the sensitive skin of your throat. occasionally you feel his canines nip you before his tongue glides over your skin.

“i’ve been wanting to be alone with you since we left the apartment,” hyunjin admits sheepishly, the ends of his hair tickling your ear.

“is that why you spent the entire night hiding behind me?”

like a deer in headlights, hyunjin freezes, “maybe…” you can feel his lips curl into a small smile from where they’re attached to your neck.

not wanting to waste any more time you shove hyunjin off of you, your hands grasping the collar of his denim jacket before dragging it down his shoulders and arms, followed by his shirt. hyunjin follows suit and moves to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down his thick thighs. now he stands in front of you wearing only his briefs, his hard cock straining against the material, the glow from the moon painting his skin a cool shade of blue.

when you step closer to him you can feel his breath fan across your face, watch his eyes swim with curiosity and enamourment, see his chest rise and fall with each and every shaky breath. your fingertips hook into the elastic waistband of his briefs, yanking them down and letting them pool at his ankles before gently guiding him to sit on the bed behind him.

now that hyunjin’s seated you move to kneel in front of him, kissing your way down the soft milky skin of his abs and around his belly button and the insides of his thighs. his cock stands fully erect, and you lick your lips before getting yourself ready to suck him off.

when you first fucked hyunjin all those months ago you were taken aback at how perfect his cock was. not to sound cliche, but it felt as if the two of you were destined to be together with how well he fit inside of your cunt and down your throat. now, you admire him once again before licking him from base to tip.

time is of the essence you think before taking his length in your hot mouth.

over the course of time you’ve spent dating and fucking hyunjin you’ve discovered that he’s very sensitive… and very vocal. as soon as his cock is in your mouth he’s struggling to keep quiet, the veins on his neck tensing and his knuckles white as he grips the bedsheets underneath him. it’s not like anyone would hear him lest they be pressed up right against the bedroom door, but still, he tries his best to preserve at least a little bit of his dignity.

for the sake of your throat you wrap your hand around the base of hyunjin’s dick, opting to jerk what you can’t comfortably fit in your mouth. the soft muscle of your tongue expertly wraps around his length as you begin to bob your head, starting off slow so you don’t overwhelm hyunjin (who already seems to be going into sensory overload).

the movements of your hand are in tandem with those of your mouth, the nails that you got done for new years looking so perfect wrapped around his sensitive cock. small beads of sweat begin to form on your temple as you continue to work hyunjin to his release, not wanting to stop until he’s satisfied. your knees are already starting to ache from being pressed against the cold, hard floor but you pay the discomfort no mind.

above you, hyunjin’s struggling to keep himself under control. he’s been on edge all evening, and now that you’re having your way with him he can’t quite contain his delectation. surely there are other people fucking at this party right now, right? what does it matter if he makes a bit of noise?

fuck dignity, he wants to let you know how good you’re making him feel.

hyunjin’s bottom lip throbs in relief when he releases it from his teeth, allowing his head to fall back while groans of pleasure shamelessly tumble from his mouth.

your ears strain to block out the noises from the ongoing party so you can hyperfocus on every single sound that passes hyunjin’s lips. your lips wrap around his length like a glove, providing him with the most perfect amount of friction. you pick up the pace in order to get him there faster, ignoring the slight cramping in your wrist.

“y/n i-” one of his hands lets go of the duvet and wraps around the back of your head, “i think i’m gonna-” he cuts himself off with a cry of desperation.

with reluctance you pull your lips off of his cock, continuing to jerk him with your mouth agape and tongue sticking out. with a needy, high-pitched moan that he does nothing to try to suppress, hyunjin pumps his load into your waiting mouth.

his cum is pure and white like the snow falling softly outside of the bedroom window. it sits hot and heavy on your tongue as you rise from your spot on the floor, watching with hungry eyes as hyunjin’s pink-stained chest heaves sighs of pleasure before you press your lips to his. both of your mouths open automatically, his tongue slipping past your teeth allowing him to taste himself. your tongues swap semen and saliva and you reluctantly pull away when you need to swallow and regain your breath.

the view of hyunjin panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, his own cum seeping from the corners of his mouth, is a sight to behold. you’ve never laid eyes on anything so sinful yet so holy and beautiful at the same time - your panties become unbearably wet.

hyunjin stares at you with eagle eyes as you rid yourself of your clothing, tossing each garment on top of his so a small pile is formed on the floor.

in one swift move you’re on top of him, knees digging into the firm mattress on either side of his bony hips. without saying a word you line his cock, that’s already semi-hard again, up with the soaked hole of your pussy before sinking down his shaft. the two of you whine and groan into eachothers mouths at the sensation, and you still when your hips are flush with his.

“i don’t… i don’t think i’m gonna last long,” hyunjin whines so pathetically you go weak in the knees. ugh! you wanna lick him all over.

“that’s okay,” you coo while running your fingers through his hair, “just want you to feel good.”

grasping his shoulders for stability, you temptingly grind your pelvis against his. the tip of his cock is nestled deep inside of you that it makes you feel so unbelievably full and content. it’s moments like these where you wish to be consumed by hyunjin, wish to hold him and be in his hold forever and ever.

the slick, wet sounds of you fucking hyunjin raw fill the room, your cunt sucking him deeper and deeper with each and every roll of your hips. your vision goes blurry when he attaches his soft lips to your breast, switching between sucking on it gently and using his tongue to tease your sensitive nipple.

the soft whimpers and please go faster’s that your boyfriend emits encourage you to pick up the pace, your hip bones knocking against his with each gyration. by now your clit is begging for attention so you lower your hand to press quick, somewhat careless circles into it, hissing at the pleasure it provides.

the need to cum begins to creep its way into your senses: your vision becomes spotted and blurry, your legs begin to quiver and shake, the pit in your lower abdomen grows bigger and bigger threatening to swallow you whole. hyunjin continues to sloppily suck on your tit, the sensation going straight to your aching cunt.

no words need to be exchanged in order for each of you to know that the other is close. it’s evident in the way your movements become more frantic desperate and in the way hyunjin’s blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, his jaw going slack against your breast.

a few more movements and you reach your orgasm, muffling a lewd and graphic moan by biting down on hyunjin’s shoulder. for several moments it feels as if you’re on cloud nine. sparks fly behind your closed eyelids and the ringing in your eyes is loud enough to block out the sound of the party (which you almost forgot about) but not the increasingly loud moans coming from hyunjin. you can hear and feel him cumming a few seconds after you, his stomach tensing as he cries out for you.

he spills his seed inside of you and you shudder, feeling incredibly warm and worn out.

with limbs feeling like lead, you lift yourself off of hyunjin before collapsing onto the mattress, the duvet cover immediately clinging to your back that’s damp with sweat. you feel hyunjin’s cum slowly begin to seep out of you and you cringe, knowing that you’re going to have to explain and apologize to felix (or whoever the owner of this room is).

beside you, hyunjin works to get his breathing back under control, his eyes closed with a blissed-out expression on his face.

“i don’t wanna get up,” he whispers into the dark room.

“so don’t.”

the two of you lie there, basking in the post-orgasm bliss that puts you on the verge of sleep. the room smells of sex and sweat and you can’t help the small smile that makes its way onto your face, knowing that there’s no other way you’d rather spend ringing in the new year.

you hear him moving before you feel his touch. the soft tips of his fingers caress your clammy palms before intertwining with yours, an affectionate move that has your cheeks flushing and makes you wonder how did i get so god damn lucky?

if it weren’t for hyunjin your ivy league studies would be filled with empty days and empty nights. you somehow managed to find solace in a sensitive, 5’10” boy who teases you and then whines when you tease him back. on days where the cold seems to be unbearable he keeps you warm with his skin on your skin, his lips on your lips, his heart to your heart.

without him you’d be stuck at a prestigious school filled with prestigious people pursuing a prestigious degree that you’re not sure you even like, yet he somehow makes you forget all of that.

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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hwajin · 1 year

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nsfw

no but holding hands with hyunjin while he's eating you out. like, you've had a hard day, a very hard day and don't even want to rant too much about it to hyunjin but he senses your exhaustion as if it's his own so to get your head a bit clear he offers to help — and there's obv no better way than shoving a pillow right under your hips and going to town. it's very soft tho, nevertheless. like, he's patient with you, kisses down your body slowly, whispers reassurances because he knows that's what you need after stressful hours. he'd leave trails of his lips on every possible part of you before he even comes close to your core, and he pulls your underwear off so swiftly you barely notice the moment you're naked in front of hyunjin. and he isn't waisting much time, kissing experimentally first before giving the softest kitten licks to your clit, having you shiver already because the knot in your stomach, the pent up emotions already start to clear a bit, making you sigh. you grow very needy very fast tho, asking for more in the matter of seconds because no matter how good hyunjin makes you feel you need to cum, badly so. and his only aim is exactly that, so he folds for your wish immediately, sucking more harshly, two of his fingers inserting you for this much more pleasure. and it gets you into such desperate need of contact from him. like the moment you feel yourself inching closer to your orgasm, an immense passion and longing for hyunjin fills your every nerve, needing him closer and more intensly and simply more than this, more than him eating you out while gaving his arms wrapped around your thighs. you start making grabby hands, not quite sure what for but you hope he understands because you don't feel like you can talk at all. and hyunjin watches your every move from below. his eyes pierce from beneath his lids and lashes, he isn't closing them for a second to get lost in the moment himself. he watches you intently instead, to know exactly when or if you need more or less or something different altogether, so the moment hyunjin sees and understands your attempts his free hand is so quick to wrap into yours, intertwining your fingers in his. your hand is hot against him, and when your palms meet hyunjin squeezes a bit. to remind you he's there, or to just reassure, or for no reason at all. but he does and it causes for your tummy to flip, his strong grip on you, his longer fingers against your shorter ones while his tongue never eases sends you over the edge eventually, your body squirming and shivering and shaking, contracting against hyunjins but he yet doesn't let go of your hand. his grip on you remains, gifting you stability, providing you comfort. only after you've come down he lets go of you only to clean you up so he can lay beside you, your face finding his chest in an instant, his arms around your frame.

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subskz · 2 years

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mine - h.hj

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub hyunjin, dom reader, mommy kink, petplay, degradation, name-calling, dry humping, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight choking, multiple orgasms, jealousy/possessiveness, female reader

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“Chan-hyung was really friendly with you today, wasn’t he?”

You lifted your head to look at Hyunjin, raising an eyebrow at the odd question. He was seated on the other end of the couch, leaning against the armrest and scrolling through his phone.

Though he was clearly trying to appear nonchalant, his tone of voice was enough for you to sense that what he’d said was more than just a casual comment.

“Isn’t he always?” you answered with a question of your own, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression.

Hyunjin lowered his phone a bit, allowing his eyes to peek up at you from over the device. “I guess,” he replied, sounding unsatisfied with your answer. There was a pause, then he straightened himself up against the cushions, letting out a tiny huff in the process.

You eyed him, curious as to what the reason for his sudden shift in mood could be. You didn’t have to wonder for long, however, as his next words told you everything you needed to know.

“It’s annoying,” he announced.

Realization quickly dawned on you, and you found yourself suppressing an amused smile. “Why? Chan’s friendly with everyone.”

Hyunjin put his phone down to look at you properly, a pout forming on his face. “Especially with you,” he muttered.

“Hyunjin,” you kept your voice light. “What are you saying? You know it’s not like that.”

He looked off to the side, picking at the skin around his nails. “Still,” he grumbled. “I don’t like it. He should know better.”

You blinked, thoroughly confused by his childishness. As far as you were concerned, nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. You’d just been chatting with Chan casually, the same way you always did when you were around him. Sure, he’d been friendly, but that was hardly anything strange given his sociable nature.

You’d learned early on in your relationship with Hyunjin that jealousy was a feeling he was no stranger to, and you might’ve considered that a problem if you hadn’t learned just as quickly that it didn’t come from a place of ill-intent. He was simply very attached to you, so ready to give you his all that it almost frightened him. Sometimes he needed reassurance that he was just as important to you as you were to him.

It was for that reason that you were always patient with the boy, soothing him gently and quelling any doubts he might have about where he stood with you. That being said, Hyunjin having an issue with one of his friends was something entirely new to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit put-off by it.

“I don’t like how much he laughs around you,” Hyunjin continued, a hint of bitterness seeping into his voice. “He’s always trying too hard to please you.”

“Chan’s just a nice person,” you reasoned, hoping you could get him to see how irrational he was being. “Maybe he comes off as flirty sometimes, but we both know that’s not his intention. There’s no need to get upset, baby boy.”

He visibly softened at your use of the pet name, but nevertheless, his lips stayed curved in that childish pout of his. You pushed back a sigh, sensing that you weren’t getting through to him. Once negative thoughts found their way into Hyunjin’s mind, it was a difficult task to get rid of them.

Fortunately, you were more than willing to take it on.

You scooted closer in an attempt to better comfort him, and despite his attitude, he instinctively reached out to touch you as soon as you were within reach.

“What’s gotten into you today?” you murmured.

Hyunjin ducked his head to avoid your stare, sucking his lower lip into his mouth for a moment before answering.

“Nothing, just…” he trailed off, and your interest piqued when you noticed his cheeks turning pink. “Please, don’t forget that you're mine.”

He tugged subtly at the hem of your shirt as he spoke, and something about the gesture paired with the longing in his voice made your spine tingle.

Your concern instantly fizzled back out into amusement, your lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Hmm. Those are some bold words,” your shift in tone caught Hyunjin’s attention right away, making his shoulders tense just slightly. “Jinnie thinks he owns me?”

Hyunjin squirmed in his spot, finally lifting his head to look at you. His eyes had grown wide, and the way they glimmered with anticipation told you that you’d hit the nail on the head.

“If you’re worried about being replaced, I’ll be glad to remind you of who you belong to.”

You reached up to grab his chin, and an almost relieved sound escaped Hyunjin, any remnants of stubbornness melting away under your touch. “Mama,” he breathed.

“So this is what you really wanted,” you hummed, sliding your hand down to his neck. His breath hitched as you wrapped your fingers delicately around it, giving the sides of his throat a feather-light squeeze. “I should’ve known. Nothing else fills your empty little head, does it?”

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his face reddening fully. “Just want you to p-pay attention to me, Mama. No one else.”

“Cute.” A small whimper slipped out of him as you tightened your hold on his throat. “Go wait for me in the bedroom and I’ll give my puppy all the attention he needs.”

He swallowed hard before nodding, obediently rising from the couch. Just as he took his first eager step, you called out another order.

“On all fours.”

Hyunjin stiffened, scanning your face for some semblance of mercy, only to find none. He let out a miserable whine, but complied nonetheless.

You felt a tinge of satisfaction watching him sink to his knees and crawl sheepishly to the other room. Once he’d disappeared down the hall, you stood up yourself to retrieve his collar, taking your time with the intent of riling him up further.

When you joined Hyunjin in the bedroom, you found him sitting anxiously on the floor, his legs crossed with his hands tucked in the space between them. He straightened his posture when he saw you, his eyes lighting up hopefully as you settled on the bed across from him and beckoned him closer. Hyunjin immediately obeyed, and you slid your index finger down his throat delicately, marveling at the way your touch made him shiver. “Jinnie can’t even stand his Mama talking to anyone else, hm?” You shook your head in mock disappointment. “Are you really that selfish?”

Hyunjin mewled softly, his pulse racing beneath your fingertips. “I’m sorry, Mama,” he whispered. “I know ‘m selfish, but please, just look at me. Only me.”

You snickered at that, finally snaking the collar around his neck and fastening it securely. “Needy little puppy.” You tugged lightly at the accessory as you spoke, ensuring that it wasn’t too tight. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Hyunjin’s breathing grew rapid as you leaned back on the mattress to stare down at him scornfully. Without warning, you used your foot to nudge his hands away from where they covered his crotch, revealing just how hard he’d become in the time he’d been waiting.

“Pathetic,” you clicked your tongue, applying pressure to his half-hard length with your foot. Hyunjin groaned in response, pushing his hips up when you pulled away before he could feel any real relief. “A mutt like you doesn’t even deserve my foot.”

The boy gazed up at you, his eyes wide and glossed over with lust. “Please, Mama,” he begged. “I’ll take anything you give me, please.”

You contemplated what he’d said for a moment, tapping your finger thoughtfully on your chin. Hyunjin stayed perfectly still, waiting for your command with a look of pure need on his face.

Finally, an idea came to mind, and you stuck out your leg, locking your gaze with his.

“Here. Rut yourself against it since you’re so desperate.”

Hyunjin inhaled sharply, not wasting a single moment before scrambling forward to latch onto your leg. “Thank you, Mama, thank you,” he rasped, snaking his arms around your thigh.

You rested your hand on his head, giving it an encouraging scratch to signal that it was okay to move. With your approval, Hyunjin adjusted his position and began to grind his clothed length against your leg. The tag of his collar jingled as he bucked his hips, and the sound of his moans quickly joined it, echoing throughout the room.

“You’re so easy to please, hm?” you purred. “Just a dirty puppy who will fuck anything.”

Hyunjin whined pitifully, cheeks quickly going red again. “Not anything. Only want you,” he protested, his voice turning up in pitch.

“Are you sure about that, baby?” You ran your fingers through his hair to brush the stray locks out of his eyes, a gentle movement that contrasted the harsh words that followed. “Seems like all you care about is getting your filthy cock off.”

Hyunjin gripped your thigh tighter, nails digging helplessly into your clothes. “Please, Mama,” Hyunjin whimpered, voice thick with shame. “That’s not—ngh—true. I’m a good boy. Your g-good boy.” His hips surged forward especially hard, eliciting a shaky, drawn-out moan.

He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing all his senses on the pleasure growing in his abdomen as he thrusted against you. His hair fell delicately back into his face, and a light sheen of sweat began to form on his forehead from all his efforts. He bit down on his plump lower lip, trying and failing to suppress the gasp that escaped him when you pressed your leg forward just barely, meeting the rocking of his hips.

You drank in the sight of him falling apart at your feet, your uninterested expression masking how aroused you truly were. Even in such a desperate, primal state, he managed to look effortlessly beautiful.

You watched him for a few more moments before tapping the crown of his head to get his attention. Hyunjin hardly noticed, too lost in the delicious tension building up in his core.

“Jinnie,” you called. The hint of warning in your voice made him grow alert, reluctantly halting his near-frantic movements.

His eyes fluttered open, and he couldn’t help a low whine as his pleasure was lost. Despite that, he looked up at you eagerly, waiting for any orders you might give.

“Get undressed for me,” you hummed, brushing your thumb along the mole beneath his eye. “I wanna see how hard it makes you to do something so humiliating.”

Hyunjin let out a mortified squeak, pushing his face into your thigh. “Hurry up,” you commanded. “Before I decide to leave you like this.”

Your threat sent a wave of panic through the boy, and he instantly unwrapped himself from your leg to comply. His unsteady fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with haste.

You licked your lips as his bare chest was revealed to you, and despite his embarrassment, the feeling of your hungry stare on his body urged him to keep going. He swallowed hard before moving down to the button of his pants, fumbling slightly before managing to undo it. You watched intently as he lifted his hips, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go.

Hyunjin’s length sprung free, standing up against his stomach to give you the perfect view of it. It was painfully hard, and beads of precum had already gathered on the tip of his flushed head.

He squirmed awkwardly as your eyes raked over his body, taking your time to observe every inch of it.

“My baby’s so beautiful,” you cooed. “It’s a shame you’re such a slut.”

Hyunjin ducked his head with a whine, but the way his dick twitched at your words wasn’t lost on you. “What’s the matter?” you faked a pout, hooking two fingers under his collar to pull him closer. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He nodded miserably, still refusing to meet your eyes. “Mhm,” he breathed. “Please, Mama.”

“Please, what?”

Hyunjin hesitated, lower lip trembling as he tried to brace himself before speaking up again.

“Lemme use your leg, please,” he begged. “Can’t wait any longer. Wanna c-cum against Mama’s leg.”

His quick surrender came as a surprise, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little, delighted with how easily his arousal had overcome his shame.

“You sound so pathetic,” you giggled. “Okay, puppy. Make a mess of yourself for me.”

Hyunjin wasted no time before attaching himself back to your leg, and the sensation of his bare length brushing against you sent sparks of pleasure through his body. “Thank you, Mama,” he gasped out.

His heightened sensitivity had him reduced to whimpers in no time. He bucked his hips against your leg, gripping onto your thigh with even more urgency than before. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his mouth hung open as moan after moan spilled out of him.

“You like this Jinnie?” you asked sweetly. “Getting off on my leg like a mutt in heat?”

Hyunjin groaned sinfully before giving a strained nod. “Hah...yes,” he managed to answer, his length twitching wildly against you as he began to move with more urgency. “F-feels good, Mama.”

The room was filled with the sound of his mewls and the jingling of his collar, and you felt yourself grow more aroused with every noise that escaped him. Your hands found his hair again, tugging at it roughly as he slid his cock against your leg.

A particularly loud cry caught your attention, and you gave Hyunjin a curious look. Sweat had begun to trickle down his face, and he bit down on his swollen lower lip as if to stop himself from saying something.

“Everything okay?” you asked, voice softening a bit. Another desperate sound rose in his throat and you felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he’d overwhelmed himself beyond words.

Hyunjin slowed his grinding to a more gentle pace before answering. “M-more…” he panted. “Mama, more, p-please.”

Your worry was quickly replaced with amusement as understanding washed over you. “More?” you echoed. “Did I hear you right, puppy?”

Hyunjin nodded frantically, and you used your hold in his hair to pull his head back, forcing him to look at you. His wide eyes met yours, full of lust and guilt.

“Wanna be inside you, Mama. Need it.”

The breathless plea sent a shiver down your spine, and you steeled yourself to keep your expression firm. “That’s not what we agreed to,” you pointed out, tightening your grip on his hair. “What was it you told me? I’ll take anything?”

Hyunjin’s face flushed a deep red as you mimicked his earlier promise. “I’m sorry, Mama. It’s not enough,” he whined, voice shaking. “Need you. Please, please let me inside you. I need you so bad.”

You continued to eye him sternly, trying to ignore how wet the sound of his begging was making you. When you didn’t respond, his tone grew more frantic, and he pushed his length against your leg for good measure. “I can make you feel good, too. I can be a good puppy. Please, let me.”

He trailed off feebly, unable to hold your gaze any longer when he knew just how humiliating the view of him was beneath you.

“Hmm. I guess it can’t be helped,” you finally gave in. “You’re such a greedy slut, I don’t know why I expected any different.”

You tapped Hyunjin’s hands, and he obediently released his near death-grip on your thighs before detaching himself from your leg altogether. “Alright, baby,” you drawled, pulling your leg away. “Mama’s gonna let you inside, let’s see if you can keep your promise this time.”

Hyunjin’s eyes gleamed, his cock twitching uncontrollably at the thought of sliding into your wet heat. “Th-thank you, Mama.”

You shifted back on the bed and began to undress, not missing the way he swallowed hard, completely mesmerized as you slipped off your underwear.

Once you were done, you crooked your index finger, silently commanding Hyunjin to come join you on the bed. He scrambled onto the mattress and wasted no time before settling between your spread legs. You felt his length pressing against your folds, making your breath hitch.

Hyunjin was practically trembling with arousal, and he licked his plush lips in anticipation as he eyed the spot your bodies met. “Can I put it in, Mama?” he asked softly.

You reached up to give his head an affectionate scratch. “Go ahead, baby boy.”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Hyunjin lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in with ease. Your toes curled at the feeling of his cock filling you up, reaching the deepest parts of your core.

A long, shaky groan spilled out of him as he bottomed out inside you. “It’s s-so wet, Mama,” He gasped out, his eyes squeezing shut. “Feels—ngh—so good. Can I move? P-please can I move?”

You silenced Hyunjin’s babbling with a kiss, pulling him down by his collar to crash his lips into yours. They were soft and slick, and he let out an adorable mewl when you grazed your teeth along them. His length twitched inside of you, and you reluctantly broke the kiss to give him proper permission. “Fuck me like a good boy, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin moaned pathetically, pulling himself out halfway before snapping his hips forward again. He repeated the action immediately, slamming into you over and over as cries of pleasure tumbled out of him.

“Is this what you were begging for baby?” you purred. “Is this what had my puppy so territorial in front of his Channie-hyung?”

“A-ah! Yes!” Hyunjin sobbed, his head falling against your chest. “Love being inside you...hah...you’re s-so soft and warm.”

He brought a hand up to paw at your chest, squeezing the soft flesh with increasing urgency. His pace began to quicken, making your own pleasure spike, and you slipped your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

Hyunjin’s mouth roamed your chest until he found your nipple, earning a soft moan from you as he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck almost obsessively.

His needy whimpers grew muffled as nursed, thrusting into you with more and more vigor. The slick warmth of his mouth on your sensitive bud invaded your senses until he pulled away suddenly with a sharp cry.

“C-close!” he gasped. “Close, Mama!”

You moved your hand up to cradle his head, trying to catch your breath. “Is it too much already, puppy?”

Hyunjin’s expression was utterly sinful above you as he struggled to muster a response. “Y-yes,” he breathed, a trail of drool beginning to dribble out of his wet lips. “Wanna cum inside. Wanna fuck a baby into you.”

His filthy words sent sparks of electricity straight to your core, and you clenched around him involuntarily. “Yeah? You really think you deserve to? Only good boys get to finish inside.”

He gave a helpless nod, too far gone to handle your teasing properly. “P-please, let me. ‘M your good boy. Wanna fill Mama with my pups,” his voice turned up in a whine as his thrusts grew sloppier and more frantic. “Wanna show everyone you’re mine. C-can I? Please, Mama, please...”

A wave of arousal overtook you, so strong that you felt the last of your resolve crumble. “So filthy,” you murmured. “You can let go, puppy. Don’t stop until I’m full.”

Hyunjin mewled weakly in response, chanting his thanks over and over. With just a few more jerks of his hips, the muscles in his abdomen contracted rapidly, and he was spilling into you.

He let out a choked sob, biting down on his abused lower lip in a futile attempt to suppress the sound. You moaned lowly at the feeling of his seed filling you up, hot and thick. Incoherent whimpers spilled from his mouth into your skin, his length pulsing inside you as he emptied his load with no signs of stopping. You relished in the warm feeling of his cum coating your walls, suddenly overcome with the desire for more.

Just as Hyunjin’s breathing began to slow, you pulled roughly on his hair, raising his head from your chest. “Keep going, Jinnie,” you directed.

“Hah...w-what?” he panted, his disoriented mind barely registering the command.

“You said you were going to be good for me, yeah? Now’s your chance to prove it.”

Panic flooded Hyunjin’s eyes, quickly washing away the bliss of his orgasm. His lips trembled slightly, but he nodded nonetheless, knowing he didn’t deserve to be shown any mercy. “Y-yes, Mama,” he whispered.

He pulled out of you again with a wince, a sharp, uncomfortable sensation replacing any remnants of pleasure from his orgasm. Sucking in a deep breath, he began to thrust in and out of you obediently, grabbing onto your chest for some sort of comfort as the overstimulation fully set in.

The feeling of your walls sucking in his hypersensitive length quickly became too much for him, and his tiny grunts morphed into pained whines. “M-Mama,” he cried. “It hurts.”

“Mm, you can take it, can’t you?” you encouraged, sliding a soothing hand up and down his back. “You were so eager before, fucking into me like that. Don’t hold back now.”

Your words contrasted the gentleness of your touch, and with a sob, Hyunjin nuzzled his face into your neck. “It’s t-too much,” he hiccuped. “Please, Mama...forgive me.”

His begging echoed throughout the room, along with the lewd squelching of his length pushing in and out of you. His hips stuttered in exhaustion, and he cut off his apologies with a low groan.

“Almost there,” you breathed, tightening around his cock as you felt the pressure in your lower abdomen build up. “Keep it up.”

Hyunjin let out a relieved sigh as pleasure began to gradually creep up on him once more. The blood rushed back to his length, and he increased his pace, now chasing his own high along with yours.

His cock stirred up the seed he’d already emptied inside you, and the added stickiness of it nearly sent him over the edge right then and there. “G-gonna cum again soon,” he slurred. “Wanna fill you up again, Mama.”

You slid your hand up to his neck, wrapping your fingers right around his collar. Hyunjin whimpered sinfully as you squeezed the sides of his throat. “Yeah? Gonna fill me with more of your cum, puppy? Gonna make sure you breed me right?”

“Oh, God, please.” Hyunjin groaned, barely able to get the words out due to your hold on his neck.

You drank in his fucked out state through hazy eyes. His face was dripping with sweat by now, and small droplets hung on the ends of his hair, splattering onto your skin with each thrust. He shut his eyes tight as he focused on holding himself together, and his plump lips were borderline bruised from how much he’d bitten down on them.

Your breath hitched as the head of his cock hit your sweet spot, pushing against it in just the right way. Hyunjin seemed to notice as well, and he repeated the motion, angling his sloppy thrusts as best he could.

“That’s it,” you gasped, your hands moving from his throat to grip his shoulders. “Just like that.”

With just a few more thrusts, you came undone. Your nails dug into Hyunjin’s skin as your orgasm washed over you, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Your walls clenched around Hyunjin’s length, making him cry out sharply, and within seconds, his climax hit him as well.

A wave of bliss overtook you as his seed poured into you for the second time, warming up your insides in the most addictive way. He babbled incoherently into your skin, his stomach clenching and his cock twitching wildly.

It took several moments for the two of you to come down from your shared highs. Hyunjin flopped heavily against you as the last of his energy fizzled out, his sweaty body melting into yours. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him securely as he panted against you.

When Hyunjin’s breathing finally began to slow, he lifted his head to look up at you, relieved to find that all signs of sternness had been replaced with a fond, loving gaze.

“Th-thank you, Mama,” he murmured, looking completely and utterly spent. “And...‘m sorry for being so selfish today.”

You pushed back his wet bangs to place a kiss on his forehead. “You’re not selfish,” you reassured him gently. “But please, don’t ever doubt how much you mean to me, okay? You’re my one and only.”

Hyunjin buried his face in your chest, suddenly overcome with shyness. “I know,” he mumbled, fully relaxing to the sound of your heartbeat. “I’m yours…” There was a pause, then he let out a blissful sigh. “And you’re mine.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!hyunjin #dom!reader #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader

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matryosika · 1 year

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𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗼𝘀

Includes — Headcanons, all members, S/D dynamics, degradation, praising.

Author's Note — As I have some free time, let me enlight you with a couple of my opinions regarding threesomes with the exact same dynamic as this post. Please, enjoy and let me know what you think! English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance.

💌 Minho and Seungmin

The versatiles. Of course this pair was going to make it somewhere in this list, especially because this dynamic it's so like them. The best thing about this duo is that I feel they can switch between roles easily —they both have it in them to be either a soft or a hard dom, and I think that's fascinating.

A threesome with them could go both ways: Minho degrading you and Seungmin praising you, or viceversa —Seungmin degrading you whilst Minho tries to soothe his harsh words with sweet talk and compliments. This duo could turn sex into a competition, but they don't. They would rather work together to make you enjoy the moment, rather than to prove something to the other. Nevertheless, I feel like they're both possessive and get easily jealous, so they would try to get you to choose between them two from time to time, just for the sake of feeling proud.

Finally, I sense a lot of dumbification in this dynamic —either they're praising you or degrading you, I feel like both would use some elements of dumbification in their words with you.

💌 Hyunjin and Jisung

A playful, careless duo.

In my opinion, Jisung's competitiveness for power would drive him to be the degrading dom in this one —he has certain dominance and he has no fear in demonstrating it, especially when he knows you adore it. Being as cocky and confident as he is, while paired with Hyunjin he definitely goes all in. He cares a lot about your feelings, though, so the aftercare he provides is heavenly. He takes pride in doing things right, so don't doubt he is the best at everything he does.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, likes some contrast. He lets Jisung be as rough as he wants, as long as he is right there with you, holding your hand and peppering kisses on your forehead and cheeks, praising you for taking everything they're giving you, and telling you how beautiful and valuable you're throughout the whole process.

The best thing about this pair? Is how pleasing you can turn into a competition for both of them —whilst Hyunjin makes sure to treat you right just like you deserve it, Jisung focuses on treating you exactly how you like it.

💌Changbin and Felix

The experimentalists. They've tried everything at least once with you, have explored every dynamic from a to z until finding what they like best. And despite Changbin's dark and intimidating demeanor, you'd be surprised to know that he is actually taking the role of a soft, nurturing dom when paired with Felix in a threesome. Changbin is the type to hug you and hold you down for his friends, arms tightly wrapped around your body while his legs forces yours open. He'd whisper in your ear and tell you how good you're being for both of them, how you deserve the entire world and how willing he is to give it to you. Meanwhile, Felix loses no time into putting some contrast to his friend's words —a playful smirk hiding on the corners of his lips everytime he tells you how much of a slut you are, or how drunken on their cocks you've become. They both work great together, because the lovingly, sweet side of one balance the rough aspects of the other.

💌 Chan and Jeongin

They're all about learning.

For this specific duo, I picture Chan as someone with much more experience than Jeongin, in a way where he can teach his friend a thing or two.

Like Jisung, Jeongin goes all the fucking way in, not holding himself back in the slightest. Of course, this only after you've discussed and negotiated everything beforehand !

I picture him as the teasing, mocking kind of hard dom, one that enjoys degradation and humiliation much more than he would admit. I also feel he's into objectification, along with degradation, so expect a lot of "you're nothing but a sex toy for us" kind of comments from him while he fucks any of your holes.

At the same time, Chan would try to compensate his friend's hostility with some sweet, dirty talk. He is the type to hold your hand and wipe off your tears while Jeongin is mercilessly pounding into you, whispering sweets "one more, yeah? you're making us feel so proud, I know you can give us one more" kind of compliments.

For this duo, I feel like Chan is, between the two, the one with the absolute control. They're both asserting dominance and all, but I feel like he is the one leading the way for the two of you, especially when it comes to limits.

Other possible duos following this dynamic I think would work:

💌Chan (degrader) and Felix

💌 Minho (degrader) and Jisung

💌 Seungmin (degrader) and Hyunjin

💌 Jeongin (degrader) and Changbin

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #bang chan smut #hyunjin smut #felix smut #chan smut #jisung smut #minho smut #seungmin smut #changbin smut #jeongin smut

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chiskz · 1 year

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▶️ hyunjin & chichi moments I think a lot about || HyunChi (SKZ)

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board from video creator: i feel that the duo of hyunjin and chichi is often underestimated because they don't show as much affection to each other on camera. nevertheless, i feel that every moment they have with each other is sincere, which is why i decided to create this video 🫶 enjoy!!

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vlive. Hyunjin and Chichi sit next to each other as chichi slips his beanie over his eyes out of boredom. Hyunjin sits like this until chichi stops paying attention to him, at which point he pulls off his beanie and puts it over her head, then slides it down so that it covers her entire face.

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variety show. Chichi and Hyunjin stand next to the ball pool until they finally decide to squat next to it and check out the balls.

Hyunjin: Plastic ones.

CHICHI: Plastic ones indeed.

They both nod their heads as if they have made a great discovery. Chichi takes one of the balls and puts it in Hyunjin's pants, in place of his buttocks. Hyunjin raises one eyebrow slightly, then does the same to Chichi. The fun lasted so long that the editors had to make the cut already to the scene where their pants are all filled with balls. Why? What was the reason for that? No one knows.

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HyunChi vlive. Hyunjin reads the comments.

Hyunjin: What next hair color would you like to try?

CHICHI: If he keeps experimenting with his hair like this he will be bald soon.

Hyunjin: Do you wish me that badly?

CHICHI: No, i want to see you bald actually.

Hyunjin looks at her, squinting his eyes.

CHICHI: Tonight sleep with one eye open. I know where you keep your razor.

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Changbin, CHICHI, Hyunjin, I.N and Felix vlive. They dance to God's Menu, a sped-up version. When they fall tired on the floor afterwards, Chichi lays down on Hyunjin, who makes agonal sounds immedietely.

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behind-the-scenes footage for a photo shoot, where hyunjin and chichi pose in a unit. They pose professionally for a photo, then the photographer shows them the pictures on the camera.

Chichi looks at him, extending her lower lip with a shrug.

Hyunjin: It came out really really nice. Your beauty is blossoming more and more every day, but even so, I'm sure the camera didn't capture it fully.

Hyunjin: I'm really proud of you, Hwang Hyunjin.

Chichi lowers her eyebrows and slaps him playfully on the back a few times.

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fansign event. Chichi got a unicorn that twerks when turned on, as a gift, the same one that Hyunjin once got. Trying her best to hold back her laughter so as not to draw attention to herself, she takes it under her arm and hides under the table, silently moving toward Hyunjin. A moment later, only her hand is visible, placing the turned-on toy in front of him. Hyunjin immediately turns his gaze to it, opening his mouth wide in surprise, then looks slowly at the laughing crowd of STAYs. Chichi's laughter from under the table is clearly audible, even without a microphone.

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concert video. Chichi steps to the side of the stage for a moment to catch her breath, placing her hand near her ribs. Hyunjin is the first to notice this and immediately brings her a water bottle. He stays to the side with her until both are sure that Chichi can return to performing.

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skz-talker. Changbin makes an aegyo to the camera, but a moment later the cameraman zooms in on what is happening in the background. Hyunjin and Chichi are sitting on the couch eating snacks ostentatiously and apparently judging him hard with their gaze.

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fanmeeting event outdoors. The weather is not very cooperative, it's quite cold. Hyunjin has a coat, and Chichi has a thicker jacket, which, after looking at Hyunjin for a while, she takes off and puts on his shoulders. He wants to give it to her back right away, but she shakes her head and gestures, uttering "I'm fine" soundlessly every now and then.

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skz-code. Stray Kids enter the bungalow rented for them. Hyunjin and Chichi enter last, however in grand style. Chichi brings Hyunjin inside on her hands like a bride, with a veil made from a T-shirt he had in his suitcase.

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awards show. Chichi makes a speech thanking STAYs for winning the award, but Hyunjin finds that this is the best time to distract her. He puts his head on her shoulder and buries his nose in the hollow of her collarbone, tickling her. Chichi continues her speech, giggling every now and then and trying to move away, but Hyunjin moved with her every time she did so.

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skz-talker. Hyunjin and Chichi each take a grape and try to toss it and catch it in their teeth, the loser is supposed to receive a punishment. After one attempt, Chichi finally succeeds, and Hyunjin escapes punishment on the couch. Chichi laughs loudly and leans over him, pretending to want to hit him on the forehead with her fingers. Instead, however, at the last moment, she kisses him quickly on the top of his head and runs away.

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a compilation of moments when chichi always hides behind the hyunjin/hides her face in his shoulder when she is embarrassed or ashamed.

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moment from hyunjin and chichi's vlog from their trip to kawasaki. They are sitting in a hotel room, both wearing very loose clothes, hyunjin has a small ponytail and chichi has a loose bun.

CHICHI: I don't know anything about painting!

Hyunjin: And you need to know something to express yourself?

CHICHI: You say that because you are a genius yourself!

Hyunjin: I'm not. Let's do it just for fun.

CHICHI: Okay, let's do it... for fun.

They sit down on the floor, each of them has a canvas leaning against the dresser, and between them lies a small set of watercolors. Hyunjin paints a landscape from a photo he took earlier, and Chichi paints Stray Kids (in the form of stick people, of course).

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two kids room - chichi x hyunjin. Both sitting on the couch, with their legs curled up and with a bowl of fruit between them so they don't have to bend down to the table.

Hyunjin: Sometimes I think about how much we have helped each other grow.

CHICHI: Yeah, it is true. I have a feeling that when we met, we competed strongly, in a good way, of course.

CHICHI: I can say the same about you. When I saw you for the first time on the videos, I knew right away that you knew what you were doing with your body. I, however, envied you for your stage presence. Even as I watched group performances I involuntarily sought you out with my eyes. You have that something in you.

Hyunjin: Yes. When i saw you at Stray 9th, i was impressed by the way you danced. However, I wasn't jealous, I thought, wow, I can learn a lot from her. Especially since you were also doing this professionally.

Hyunjin laughs to hide his embarrassment and throws a pillow at her right away.

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youtube live - hyunjin, minho and chichi. Hyunjin tells the story of how the three of them plus Felix were in a restaurant one day.

Chichi tightened her lips into a narrow line when hyunjin stopped talking.

Hyunjin: Yes, we were there in... four. In four yes, me, Lee Know, Chichi and Felix. That is, the whole danceracha* got together and--

Hyunjin: Danceracha and Chichi.

He corrected himself by nodding, covering his eyes a little with the visor of his cap. Chichi smiled sadly, returning her eyes to the comments on her phone.

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* chichi was previously a part of danceracha [ read more here & here ]

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Chapter 7: In For It

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."

Things are starting to get out of control and the game has turned into something completely different. Changbin was gone by the time I came back from the bathroom cause apparently Lia was not feeling well, so he drove her home. Emma and Seungmin have given up on the game and are making out on the couch, completely ignoring us and the rest of us are utterly drunk at this point. We continue to play nevertheless but the rules are probably none existent right now. Questions and dares are being asked around and everything is starting to become messy.

"Okay, no. That's not happening." Chan answers before I have the chance to.

"Chan-"

"Nope. You're drunk and you're not taking your shirt off." He throws Jisung a dirty look, who simply lifts his shoulders in defense.

"She dared me to go to the balcony and twerk for a whole minute in my underwear. It's only fair." Jeongin pouts.

I giggle at his expression. "I don't mind." I reach for the ends of my shirt, about to peel it off my body. Chris instantly moves to stop my hands but it's the low growl of my name from his lips that made me stop.

"You're not wearing a bra stupid," Chan whispers annoyed.

I slap my hand over my mouth. "Oops."

Jisung laughs, shaking his head. "I think it's time to call it a night."

I look around; Felix is sleeping beside him, well passed out probably, Emma and Seungmin are basically fucking in front of us, and Hyunjin-

"I think Hyunjin's going to be-" I didn't even finish my sentence before Hyunjin vomited all over the floor in front of him. "...sick"

"Fuck." Chris sighs, already on his feet.

Jisung gets up, not looking Hyunjin's way twice. "I'll bring the mop."

Chan pulls Hyunjin's head back, laying him down on his side. "Okay buddy, hold on."

"Great once again, we have no way to get home." I groan.

Seungmin lifts himself off of the couch with Emma wrapped around his waist. They make their way up the stairs without breaking the kiss for a split second or even sparing a glance at us.

"Excellent." I groan again.

"You can stay here." Jeongin offers casually. "We have space."

"We don't," Minho says, his tone cold and sharp.

"Yeah, we do," Jeongin continues nevertheless, his gaze avoiding his friend, looking around almost nervously. "We all have double beds."

Minho's eyes stay fixated on him, narrowing slightly until he turns to Chan, who's trying to wake up Hyunjin with no luck. "Do you need help taking them home?"

Chan rubs his hands over his face, thinking. "I'll have to take Felix and Hyunjin back to the frat and then Y/n back to her place since I'll be staying here tonight."

"That's basically back and forth. Just take them back to the frat and I'll take the girls." He offers, with his face, expressionless.

Chan looks between me and Minho, and I can almost see all his thoughts clouding his head. "She's drunk, I don't feel okay about leaving her alone."

"I'm completely fine, thank you very much."I try to stand up, but I stumble over my own two feet. His arms come up around me for support as I reach him, but he doesn't even glance down at me, his eyes are on Minho.

"You don't have to worry. Plus you've been drinking as well." He points out with a natural face, unbothered by the way Chan's looking at him. "I've only had like 2 shots."

It takes him a few seconds but to my surprise he sighs, "Fine."

"But I don't wanna go yet," I quickly whine.

"Is Emma gonna stay here?" He asks Chan, both of them ignoring me.

"It looks like it."

"Come on." Minho's hand comes around my arm, pulling me away from Chan's comfort. His rough grip makes me stumble, losing my balance due to the dizziness of my mind and the numbness of my limbs, but I feel his palm on my back and my eyes shoot up to his, I sober up immediately.

"Do you need any help?" Jeongin gets up from the couch.

Minho steels. "No, it's fine I got it."

"You sure?" He presses, taking a step towards us.

I feel his grip tightening on my arm, his sharp breath hitting the side of my head.

I clear my throat, noticing the sudden tension, and move away from his grip before he says anything back. "I'll be fine." I pull Jeongin into a quick hug. "I'll see you."

I grab my purse and jacket from the back of the couch, just when Jisung appears with a mop and a bucket in his hands.

"Are you leaving?" His face falls a bit.

"I don't want to." I pout back. "They're kicking me out."

"Let's go." Minho appears behind me, pushing me forward lightly and I send him a glare. "I don't have all night."

"Where are you going?" Jisung asks him.

He answers without looking at him, "I have to take her home."

"You don't 'have to' do anything, you offered actually. I can gladly call a cab." I turn around, not realizing just how close behind me he was.

"You're a child." He says with no emotion on his face.

"And you're an asshole." I fire back, getting annoyed. I never asked him to take me home. "I think I rather someone else take me!" I move past him, try to actually but his fingers wrap around my arm, sharply pulling me back.

"I said I'm taking you home. Now, get your ass out the door." He says, keeping his tone low.

"You don't tell me what I can and can't do." I take a few steps forward, tilting my head upwards to look at him. I take a look over his shoulder, noticing Jisung helping Chan with Hyunjin and Jeongin being nowhere to be found. "But I don't wanna cause yet another scene because of you and I'm tired. " I look back at him. "That's the only reason I'm walking out the door."

A smirk creeps into his lips. "Sure."

His car is a black Jeep and it's surprisingly clean. No condoms or bags from fast food places are thrown on the ground.

"Seatbelt." His raspy voice echoes through the small space. I feel chills running down my arms partly from the cold yet I do as he says, and put my seatbelt on. It's hard not to let my eyes linger on his side profile as he starts the car and drives out of his parking spot, silently admiring how perfectly calm all of his features are yet how strong and sharp. It's rare to see any intense emotion painting his face, the only source that proves he is not a robot, is his eyes. The corners of his mouth lift slightly, letting me now that I've been caught. Fuck, I'm too drunk for this, and the more I stare at him the harder the realization that he's undeniably handsome hits me, so I focus my eyes on the road, instead.

"Just so you know I tend to talk a lot when I drink," I speak up, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Oh, I know." A small smirk appears.

Heat rises to my cheeks as the memories of the first time we met come to my mind. I wonder how he remembers me? I wonder if he thought about that night just as much as I've thought about it. I shake my head and force the questions down my throat. He obviously doesn't care, but still for some reason my nerves grow just like the silence between us, and my leg starts to bounce up and down.

"Stop."

I turn to him confused but he keeps his eyes on the road. His right hand move from the wheel to my knee, forcing it to a stop and the action is so fast and smooth that makes me suck a breath. His hand doesn't move, it lingers over the top of my knee for a few more seconds until it starts sliding slowly down my thigh. I don't breath, I don't dare to, not until his fingers finish brushing their way to the top off my thigh like a feather, only a few inches away from where I'm now suddently craving them to be.

"Why are you nervous?" His smirk grows, probably sensing who tense I am.

'I'm not ' is what I should answer but my mind is a blurry mess, a shit tone of questions are about to slip out of my mouth before I can stop them and the confidence that the alcohol in my system offers me doesn't help.

"Cause there's so much I wanna say but I know I shouldn't." I say instead.

His features still for a split second and his eyes turn to me. It looks like he thinks about his answer as well but after a few seconds, he says. " Why shouldn't you?"

I chuckle. "Cause it's a waste of time."

His eyebrows come together. "Why?"

"Cause you don't wanna talk to me. For some reason, you decided to not like me." I say before I can't stop myself. "And normally I wouldn't care, but I have been nothing but nice to you. A lot of times I come off as rude or cold, cause I'm just a bit closed off, I guess you can say." I turn to him. "But I have been so nice to you," I say again, raising my tone but smiling a bit. I don't know why, but I'm smiling.

He stops at a red light and turns to face me, resting his head back on the seat. His eyes are glistening under the dim light of the headlights.

I tilt my head, almost hypnotized. "Do you know that your eyes sparkle?"

His face twitches with interest. A rare sight. "What?"

I giggle bringing my knee up and resting my head on it, my eyes not leaving his. He tilts his head as well, looking at me like his searching for something and I'm waiting for him to talk. He lets out a sigh and bites his lip, his eyes studying my face. I wanna save this moment in my memories exactly how it is but I'm afraid that my drunken mind won't remember it clearly. I like that he's looking at me. And I like that we're not talking. I feel comfortable and peaceful. I could stay like this for hours. My mind blurry, unable to think or worry about anything. No anxiety, no emotions making me physically sick, just silence. My body relaxed, not pressured to dance a certain way or look a certain way. My mouth close, not trying to keep up with conversations or entertain anyone. Simply staying still and being looked at by him without saying a single word.

"I like this moment," I whisper, my thoughts out loud. The light has turned green but he doesn't seem to care, we're alone on the road anyway.

He hesitantly raises his hand, the action so familiar in the most intense and unsettling way that I close my eyes, mechanically.

"Open your eyes." He demands gently.

My eyes open, to meet his again but now with a different kind of light in them. Hard but soft, full of suppressed emotion. He brings his hand to the side of my head, tugging my hair behind my ear.

"You never have to close your eyes around me." He rubs his thumb over my cheek, my skin tingling underneath it. "I don't ever wanna see you flinch or cover your face when you're with me 'cause every time you do you push me closer to pulling up to that motherfucker's house and making sure he won't have fingers to lay on another female ever again." He says, his eyes darkening with each word and I can feel my heart warm. Warm by his words, warm by the way he's looking at me and touching me.

I nibble at my bottom lip, trying to cover up my smile unsuccessfully. "Are you bipolar?" At that, his face breaks into a smile, his perfect teeth on display. "No really, I'm curious, 'cause man you're confusing me."

He shakes his head, his bright smile slowly fading until it turns into a sad one. "What am I gonna do with you?" He whispers and I feel like he's talking more to himself rather than me.

"You're gonna drive me home, " I answer either way. "And we're gonna forget that this happened. You're gonna go back to you either being a dick to me just to get my attention or ignoring my whole existence until we get drunk and can be real with each other again." I say, trying to keep my eyes from closing.

The wave of comfort that suddenly came with the softness of his words and overall presence hits me hard. I feel his tender touch slide from the side of my face and I swear he said something but my brain had shut off and sleep took over me before I had the chance to hear what.

Tomorrow is the first official day of our winter break and normally, since it's Sunday night we would celebrate all together but somehow it's 9 p.m and I'm alone in my apartment, getting ready to binge-watch the Harry Potter movies for the 100th time. Hyunjin has made plans with Jisoo, Felix is hanging out with Changbin at the frat, probably watching some stupid basketball game and Emma has a date with Seungmin. And when I say date, I mean a fancy-ass dinner date, that I hope will make their relationship official. Chan's with Jisung at the studio but I'm not really in the mood to join them, so I decided to stay inside, which I've been craving actually. It's been a while since I've had a night to myself but 2 hours in and I've already regretted it. Being alone comes with having none but your own thoughts to keep you company and that is one thing I desperately wanna avoid. The thoughts about me, the thoughts about him. Thinking in general. Ever since we started hanging out with Chan's friends I've been constantly stepping out of my comfort zone. I went from staying inside every single day to going out every single weekend. I don't regret it though, I'm grateful for meeting them. I've really grown to like hanging out with them and I can see that Hyunjin, Emma, and Felix feel the same way, it's just that everything has been happening so fast, that I need to take a step back and collect myself a bit. I feel my head being all over the place, especially with everything that's happening with Minho. It's been definitely a while since I gave any man a single time of my day, let alone allow him to conquer my every thought the way that he does. I've been forcing myself not to think that much into anything about him but each time he will do something or say something that will just completely throw away all my logical thoughts and self-control. I have no idea how he sees me or what are his thoughts about us; if there's even an 'us' to begin with. I try to push the thoughts about him to the back of my head as I wrap my arms around my body tighter. I push the door of the convenience store, hearing the 'ring' sound echo throughout the store.

"Hey, Y/n." Nick greets me with a smile for his position behind the counter.

"Hi." I return the smile and walk further into the store, finding my way down the all-too-familiar hallway. I stand in front of the limited wine collection, searching for my favorite bottle of red wine but instead, I throw my head back and a small groan escapes me as I realize they're out.

"Great..." I mumble to myself.

"Y/n?"

My head snaps to the left, seeing Jeongin standing towards the end of the hall. A few beers, a bag of chips, and my favorite bottle of wine in his hands. With his face half-hidden inside his hood, he walks towards me.

I narrow my eyes a bit, focusing on the bottle in his hands. "You stole my favorite wine."

My words make him pause slightly and he looks down at his hands and then at the shelf.

"Sorry, but it's my favorite too." He half-smiles.

I take a deep breath. "Look it's been a long day and I really need to chill, watch a movie, and drink my comfort wine." My incredibly horrible mood begins to make an appearance, yet his smile doesn't falter.

"Well, someone's grumpy." He jokes.

"Yes, someone is."

"Well, it's been a long day for me as well. " He walks towards me. " And I wanna drink my wine and watch the game."

I groan in his face and he lets out a laugh. "Come on, Jeongin please."

My eyes must have really looked desperate cause his smile grew a little in the few minutes of silence. "Fine let's make a deal then." He offers.

I cross my hands. "I'm listening."

"We'll share." He smirks.

"I'm not watching basketball." I shake my head.

He rolls his eyes, taking a few seconds to think. "You like movies?"

On any other occasion, I would completely avoid any offer by a guy to watch movies and drink in my apartment but tonight I don't let myself think too much. The truth is that I need company to distract me from my thoughts that are eating me alive and also a few glasses of my favorite wine. If these two options come in a package deal with Jeongin, then so be it.

I let my lips form a smile. "Obviously. "

"Your place or mine?" He smiles back.

There's no way I'm going over to that house, with all the guys there. It's not gonna end well and I really need to relax tonight. I don't want the tension that comes with seeing Minho right now.

"Mine."

"Cool." He walks past me.

"It's not fair, I should have paid half," I whine for probably the 10th time, taking a seat next to him on the couch. It does feel a little bit weird to have a guy, besides my Hyunjin, Felix, and Chan, sitting comfortably in my living room, but nothing about Jeongin is or feels uncomfortable. In fact, our whole way back from the store was filled with easy-flowing conversation and the second he entered my apartment he acted as if he's been here many times before.

"It's whatever. " He brushes me off. "Just buy me coffee next time and we're even." He makes himself comfortable on my couch, spreading his arm at the back and letting his tall body lean backwards, fully relaxed.

I set the bowl of popcorn and the bottle of wine along with two glasses on the coffee table in front of us before taking a seat next to him. I keep a little amount of space between our bodies, my small couch not really helping, and grab a blanket, throwing it over my bottom half, trying to get comfortable as well.

"So what are we watching?" He pulls the blanket over to cover his legs as well. I can't help but giggle at how he tries to fit his tall body under the blanket, pulling it all to his side, leaving me completely bare.

"This is not gonna work." I shake my head.

His lips are in a loose smile, his eyes big, almost puppy-like looking back at me. He opens the side of the blanket, a silent offer for me to scoop a bit closer to him.

And so I do, without much thought. "You like Harry Potter?"

"Who doesn't?" He mumbles with his mouth already filled with popcorn.

I press play and grab my glass of wine.

. . . .

It was unexcepted honestly, how addictive his company was becoming each minute passing, or how fun. Even though I've never hung out with Jeongin one on one, it surprised me how comfortable and at ease I felt. His whole presence was like a light breeze, so easy going and smooth. Throughout the movie, he made jokes or comments, opening conversations effortlessly about the scenes or the movie in general, and the conversation continued to flow even after the movie ended. It felt easy getting to know him, from his upbringing to his first year of college, he talked to me like an open book. His dreams of becoming a singer and his passion for any form of art were no surprise to me but I didn't expect just how driven he is by his love for music. He talked about the rest of the guys and everything they're currently working on with stars in his eyes. I was a bit hesitant to offer him the same honesty he did to me but the hesitation didn't last very long and I found myself talking more than I've had in a long, long time. I purposely avoided sensitive topics and focused on my own journey with dance, what I really wanna do,my hopes and dreams along with a few small details about myself that I never really thought anyone would like to listen about yet he kept his eyes on me the whole time, listening patiently.

"Was it painful?"

He shakes his head with a small, sad smile. "Awfully painful, but worth it. She was my first love."

"My first love," I start already feeling heavy but the mention of him. "was awfully painful as well, but if I could go back, I would tell myself to run as far away from him as possible."

"Cheated?" He tries to guess.

"The cheating was the least painful part." The truth behind my words, so loud, that it made my chest tighten.

He nods lightly, his eyes moving all over my face, noticing the sudden sadness. "Love can be painful, but partly that's the beauty of it."

I look at him, my head tilting, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

"What's the point to be loved if not getting hurt as well?" He continues, with the same softness in his gaze. "Pain is a reminder that the love was real."

It's hard to not let the wave of emotions that came with his words take over me completely and It's hard not to break down in tears in front of him.

"But what if the pain never stops?" I whisper, my breath trembling.

His face softens even more. "It will. It will take time but it will go away, and you will heal. Maybe by yourself or maybe with the help of someone else."

I blink, feeling a tear rolling down my cheekbone but before I have time to catch it, his thumb comes up and gently slides across my face. My eyes shoot to his, facing nothing but pure understanding in his gaze.

"I think it's time to call it a night." He softy says, dropping his hand from my face. His body stays close to mine and I stay almost frozen. "I don't want you to get all emotional on me."

I smile at his attempt to joke the intensity of the conversation away, as he lifts himself off my couch.

"Thank you for the company." I lean against the doorway, as he adjusts his jacket.

"Anytime." He winks. "Come by the studio tomorrow, with that coffee you owe me."

A playful scoff escapes me, his flirty personality already growing on me.

"Maybe, I will."

My answer seems to satisfy him enough cause his face breaks into one last smile. "Goodnight, Y/n."

I love cold weather. I love the rain, the snow, the wind. I love feeling cold and wearing layers and layers of clothes. Today is one of those days and I couldn't be happier about it. I'm wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a black turtle neck with my leather jacket and a huge scarf on top as I make my way to the studio. I had completely forgotten that I made plans with Chan to meet at the studio at 11 am. It's now 1:14 pm and prepare myself mentally as I open the studio door.

"I'm so sorry" I apologize the minute I lock eyes with Chan, his face dead serious.

"I'm changing my best friend to Felix, that's it." He turns his back on me. He's sitting in his chair as usual, while Jeongin, jisung, and Changbin are sitting on the couches. I offer them a nod with a smile and find myself scanning the room for any sight of him but I find none.

"First of all. Felix is your best friend and second I slept late I'm sorry." I spin his chair around. He crosses his hands, keeping his face straight. "I'm here aren't I?" I pout.

He lets out a breath. "Fine, you're forgiven." He says and I grin at him, satisfied.

"I swear sometimes you guys act like a married couple." Jisung appears at my side passing Chan some papers.

I elbow him playfully at which he laughs. "What are you guys working on?" I ask, making eye contact with Jeongin, across the room. He offers me a small smile, and I can't help but smile back. I didn't want to admit it but when he left yesterday, my small apartment felt a tiny bit bigger and a little more empty. It's been a while since I enjoyed someone's company that much.

"We've finally finished the song." Changbin stretches his hands. "So 4 more to go."

"Oh my god, can I hear it?" I say getting excited.

"Sure. Hold on a sec" Chan nods. I turn around walking towards the couch to sit with the guys when the door opens.

"Hannie, I couldn't find apple juice anywhere, so I grabbed orange juice instead." Minho enters the studio, holding a bottle of orange juice. He stops in his tracks, as we stand almost face to face, my expression probably mirroring his. He seems a bit lost, definitely not prepared to see me but he recovers quickly, eyes blinking the shock away and face shifting into his usual bored-looking expression.

"Why are you here again?" He sighs.

I blink back at him, forcing myself to look away, and forcing the memories of the last time we saw each other that immediately rush into my mind with only a glance at his face, away. His tone was expected honestly, but I was kinda hoping that something would have changed between us. Nothing much, nothing major, but just a little something.

"Who's Hannie?" I clear my throat, looking at the guys.

"Oh, I'm Hannie." Jisung grabs the bottle from Minho. "My last name's Han."

"Oh." I nod a few times, focusing my eyes on him as I feel Minho staring at me, not moving. "That's cute. Can I call you Hannie too?"

"No, you can't," Minho mumbles and walks past me, taking a seat on the couch. Clearly, nothing has changed.

"Where's my coffee sunshine?" Jeongin grins at me, changing the subject, completely and I can't help but I get a feeling that he somehow sensed my discomfort.

"Shit." I slap my forehead. "I completely forgot, I'll go grab one right now."

"What coffee?" Changbin looks between us, confused. From the way everyone's looking at us I'm guessing that Jeongin didn't tell them that we hang out yesterday. I make eye contact with Minho, waiting for Jeongin to speak up. For some reason, I can't bring myself to say anything.

"Oh, Y/n and I hang out last night."

Minho's face immediately twitches.

"I met her when I went out to grab a few beers, and since we both had nothing to do we went back to her place and watch a movie."

The words make him inhale a deep breath through his nose. His tongue makes a circle on the inside of his cheek and the over his teeth, while he slowly leans forward, resting his hands on his knees. I can't help the small smirk that sneaks into my lips and the satisfaction that I feel seeing him trying to contain his annoyance. His eyes are completely still, focusing on me, not even blinking. And then, in a split second something shifts, as if a flame of anger passes through them, and then it's gone, leaving only a small smile on his dark pink lips. A dark smile that sends chills down my spine and makes my pulse raise in a fucking second. It's almost like something crossed his mind cause he drops my gaze and leans back taking his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger.

I clear my throat. "Yeah and h-he paid so, I offered to buy him coffee today." My face feels hot and Minho's eyes snap back to mine when he hears me shutter. I thought that I had the upper hand but right now I feel completely and utterly controlled by him. His eyes shine in the most challenging way.

Come on, Y/n focus.

"Chan, do you want a coffee?" I turn to him.

"Yes, please." He throws his head back.

"Great, I'll be right back." I move towards the door, but his voice stops me dead in my tracks.

"I'm coming, I want on too."

"I'll grab it for you, you don't have to come." I mumble, but he's already off the couch and walking towards me.

"I'll help you carry them." He says and it's not until his back is fully facing the rest of the guys that he lets his expressionless face fall into a smirk.

Fuck me.

"Minho grab one for me too." Jisung smiles and Minho lifts his eyebrows at me, the smirk not leaving his face. I sigh and walk out the door, not waiting for him. I can already feel the sweat building on my palms, my stomach turning and my heart rate rising but I continue to walk down the hall. I hear the studio door close and Minho's footsteps approaching me. Fast, maybe too fast. And then the air is knocked out of my chest as he grips my jacket and pulls me backwards so hard that my back colliding with his front was almost audible.

His sharp laugh vibrates on my back. "A movie huh?" He says, his voice sounding almost careful. As if he's trying to control himself. And that gives me a little boost. I take a breath collecting myself and masking my face. I turn to look at him, not moving my body.

"And wine" I add, shaking his grip off, and continue to walk, acting unbothered when in reality my whole back is on fire. Burning, from his touch and his breath against my neck

It takes him a second but he catches up and appears right beside me. "You're really testing my patience," He says so low, that it sounds like a growl.

"How so?" I keep my voice, loud and steady. "Why do you care?"

"I don't." He sharply laughs, shaking his head.

I break into a chuckle. "Oh my god, you're so entertaining." His head snaps my way so hard, that I'm surprised it didn't break as we keep walking, exiting the building. It's pretty clear that there's something between us, but of course, we're gonna go into fucking circles.

"Watching you use Jeongin, to get my attention is what's entertaining. You're trying too hard."

"I'm not using anyone." I scoff. "I like Jeongin, that's why I hang out with him."

"Hang out all you want with him." His face turns dark. "Just make sure that I don't find out if he laid a finger on you in a non-friendly way 'cause then I won't be that much entertaining angel." My heart does a little jump at the use of the nickname. It's the second time he calls me that and it tickles my ears in the most attractive way. The boys always use nicknames for me and Emma. Babe, baby, princess. I've heard them all, but none of them really stick out to me.

Angel. None's ever called me that before.

I stop in my tracks, his tone and words forcing anger out of me. He flashes me a devilish, satisfying grin. "Dude you're-" His eyes flicker to something behind me, his whole expression shifts, and suddenly my words disappear down my throat as the wind gets knocked out of my chest. In a swift motion, his hand wraps around my waist, making me crash into his body. I see black, my face buried in his chest and all I hear is a car honking as it drives away alongside my own heartbeat. I look up, so hesitantly, still holding my breath.

"Fucking asshole." He curses, following the car with his eyes, and then looks down at me. Concern. It's concern written all over his slightly wide eyes.

"Are you okay?" He brings his hand to the side of my head, searching my face, eyes moving everywhere, all over my face and body. I let out the breath I was holding and finally inhaled again, the air in my lungs hitting me like a train, almost burning me from the inside. 'I'm fine' I want to say but the words won't leave my mouth. I keep staring at him, my body freezing in his hands completely. I go numb and all I can hear is the sound of my own heartbeat.

His grip on my waist tightens. "Y/n."

I try to take another breath but it's hard. My stomach tightens and I can feel the unsettling feeling of panic making its way through my body. My ears start ringing and I tear my eyes away from his face, looking around, trying to focus on something. Anything.

"Hey," He cups my face with both of his hands, forcing my eyes back on him. "Focus on me yeah? Look in my eyes." His whispers in a soft voice. I exhale and try to take breaths from my nose. But the lump in my throat grows and my eyes begin to water. No, I won't cry again. I'm sick of this, this feeling of pure panic and inability to control my own mind. But the memories come rushing back, and suddenly I'm 13 again, covered in blood, screaming my lungs out. And it hurts. It hurts my brain and my heart so much that I suck a breath and bury my face in his chest. I feel him freezing, going still but it takes him only a few seconds for his arms to wrap around me.

I let out a silent sob, almost inaudible but his arms tighten even more. His hand brushed my hair softly before sliding down to my back, comforting me silently. As though he understood. As though he cared.

It felt like minutes passed but we stayed like this, glued to each other as his vanilla scent consumed me the more I buried my face into his chest, and slowly I felt like I could breathe again. But I didn't pull away. And he didn't as well. His arms felt good around me. So good, that it made my heart beat faster for a completely different reason.

I slowly lift my head, his big eyes, softer than ever looked down at me.

"I'm sorry." I pull my arms away slowly, unwrapping myself from him as the realization of what happened hit me almost as hard as that car was about to. "I'm so sorry." I flinch further away.

"Stop apologizing. " He shakes his head and takes a large step forward, closing the gap between us. He tilts my face to him, his eyes searching mine.

I wanna freeze time and keep this moment. This moment, that he's not being a dick, that he's not ignoring me, that his face is not hard and his eyes are soft, and I slowly realize that I want more moments like this with him, I wanna keep the feeling of his hands on me and the weird sense of safety that comes with it.

"Yeah." I snap back to reality. "I'm-" I clear my voice. "I was in a car accident a few years ago." The words come out before I can stop them "I'm sorry. It just happened so fast." I add, laughing awkwardly.

"Oh," Something flashes in his eyes and his hands slowly drop from my body. "I understand." He nods his head to himself a couple of times, not saying anything else. He lifts his eyes to mine, no words come out of his mouth but I feel like his gaze is silently questioning me if I wanna talk about it. I chew on my bottom lip, shaking my head lightly and trying to look anywhere else. I'm grateful that he doesn't press the matter further, not that I was expecting him to start any sort of conversation for anything.

"Come on let's go." I turn around and begin to walk. His hand comes around my waist once again, pushing me to the inner side of the sidewalk.

"Sidewalk rule." He smiles.

"Look who's back for his second coffee of the day already." A girl with long. blond hair and big round glasses say as we reach the counter of the coffee shop.

"Hey, Maddie." Minho smiles at her and she smiles back. I stand beside him awkwardly staring at the menu, in front of me, even though I know exactly what I'm getting. "I love your hair today." He complements her and I almost snorted out loud. I wanna laugh at the way he speaks to her, I've never heard him use this tone or words to anyone.

"What can I get you? " She tugs a piece of hair behind her ear and looks at him through her glasses. I try not to roll my eyes at her classic move. Her focus stays completely on him, not even acknowledging me, standing right next to him.

"Can I have 3 iced Americanos, an iced latte, and..." He turns to me, leaning closer, and puts his hand on the counter, on the other side of my hips, kind of trapping me between his hands.

"What do you want angel?" He says close to my ear, making the blood rush into my cheeks. The girl's face visibly drops and I feel a spark of satisfaction.

"Um," I try to find my voice. "I'll have an iced latte as well." I smile at the girl, nevertheless.

She looks between us and nods with a smile. "Coming right up." When she leaves to make our order, I push Minho away, glaring at him and he laughs under his breath.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not jealous stupid. I'm uncomfortable." I pull my credit card out of my pocket.

"I'm paying." He says.

"No way. I offered to get coffee."

"I don't care." He steps in front of me, placing both of his hands on the counter.

"Fine. Then I'll pay for Jeongin's and my coffee and you can pay for the rest." I offer, trying to squeeze my way back to the counter.

"There you go" The blonde girl comes back with our coffees.

"Thank you, Maddie." Minho nods with a smile. He grabs the 3 Americanos. "Y/n, can you grab the resto for me?"

"Yeah, sure." I grab the other two but before I have time to do anything he places his phone in front of the little machine and I hear the familiar 'blink' from apple pay. "See you, tomorrow." He smiles at her.

"You're not buying him a damn coffee." He says inches away from my face and then walks out of the coffee shop.

We made our way back to the studio in almost complete silence but I was too lost in my thoughts to realize. He seemed in his head as well, cause whenever I would steal glances at him as walked, he didn't look at me once. I would kill to know what he was thinking. Or what he thinks about me in general.

" You have a beautiful voice." I turn to Jisung, with a genuine smile. Chan played me their song and I must say that I'm completely shocked. It's amazing how all of their voices blend in perfectly together.

His cheeks turn pink. "I sound okay."

"Oh my god," Minho rolls his eyes. "Take a compliment for once."

Jisung buries his face in his hands, blushing even more. I let out a giggle and try to take his hands off of his face. I hear Minho release a breathy laugh, drawing my attention. He's staring at Jisung with a small smile on his lips, his face is relaxed and his eyes hold a softness that I don't usually see in them. Their friendship is really interesting to me. Somehow I'm interested in anything that involves him. I have this urge to just unravel him and learn every little detail about him. Maybe cause he's been a mystery to me all this time or maybe because I'm simply drawn to him in a way that I can explain and absolutely hate.

"Seungmin, Jeongin, and Minho are the vocalists. I just help sometimes." He mumbles with a shy smile.

"I offered to change spots." Minho says.

"First of all, you can't rap to save your life."

"Bullshit" Minho scoffs.

"And second," Jisung continues "Your voice is too good to waste."

"Aww," I place a hand over my heart. "You're too sweet, I can't"

"What can I say?" He shrugs. " I am a pretty sweet guy."

I take a deep breath, getting myself ready. "So you're a vocalist? I haven't heard you sing yet." I turn to Minho. This is the first time I address him in a conversation, without trying to pick a fight, so this can go both ways.

His posture remains relaxed and his small smile from before grows into a smirk. "I haven't seen you dance yet."

Some tension rolls off of me. "That will not happen."

"Then you won't hear me sing."

I narrow my eyes on him. "You know I can just ask Chan to play me the song you recorded last time right? Your demo specifically."

His smirk grows more. "And you know that I know where you practice?" He shoots back. "Right?"

"Shut up." I shake my head.

He lets his lips turn into a smile. His teeth are exposed to me for the first time. His smile lights up his whole face and I let my eyes admire him a bit.

"Y/n?" Chans calls.

"Yeah?"

He keeps his eyes on Minho for a few seconds before speaking. "I think we need to talk to Hyunjin," he says in an unsure tone.

"What?" I straighten up. "What do you mean?"

"Check his insta story and the group chat." he says staring at his phone. I pull out my own phone and open Instagram to check his story.

"He's listening to that song..." Chan sighs, making eye contact with me.

"What song?" Jisung leans closer to me, trying to take a look.

"And he's spamming the group chat..." I mutter.

"And what about it?" Minho leans in as well, trying to hide his interest.

"It's his break-up song.." Chan sighs. "I'm going."

"No," I get up. "I think it's better if I go."

I grab my bag and my jacket. "Okay, but text me." Chan says.

"I will."

He buries his face further into my arms as he sobs uncontrollably. For as long as I know him, I have never seen Hyunjin cry like that, he's a mess. When I walked into his room, I found him curled into a ball, under layers of blankets, staring at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes.

I smooth his messy blonde hair, trying to calm him down. "I'm going to kill her." I say through my teeth.

He sniffs. "How can she be so fucking fake?"

"I don't know." I honestly answer, shaking my head. They'd been with each other for almost a year now, she looked head over heels for him. Hyunjin went over to her dorm to surprise her and he caught her fucking some other dude.

"Wait, who was the guy?" The question that I had totally forgotten to ask, suddenly pops up in my mind.

He lifts his head to look at me through his wet lashes. "One of Jackson's friends."

I tense up. "What?" My voice comes out louder than I intended.

He nods his head. "Yeah, I swear once I stop crying, I'll beat the shit out of him." He says through sniffs.

"I'll do it for you, don't worry." I clench my jaw. " God, I fucking hate him and his whole group." Even when Jackson and I were dating, I never really got along with his friends. They were all just a bunch of stupid fuckboys with absolutely zero respect towards anyone.

"Actually, I have to tell you something." He hesitantly says.

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Well," He thinks for a second and I feel myself already getting annoyed. "Remember when I told you that I'll ask around for the club we were talking about? For New years? The one that has live performances?"

"Yeah.." After a lot of fighting and back and forth, we decided that on New Year's Eve, we'll stay at the frat until midnight and then go to this super popular club that everyone is talking about around campus. It's going to have live performances by unknown artists. Many people say that Drake and Jack Harlow are 2 of them. The problem is that we don't know how we're getting in.

"Um," He pauses.

"Oh my god, Hyunjin just say it."

"Jackson's uncle owns the club." He finally says.

I groan, blurring my face into my hands. "That's just fucking great."

"So we can't beat them up just yet. " He jokes.

Jackson is incredibly famous around campus and his career is pretty much set already thanks to his father's connections to the music industry. To be honest, he is talented but everything has been handed to him, he never really tried for anything.

"Fuck" I sigh.

"Yeah, fuck."

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