#juyeon oneshot
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Taste Me On Your Fingers - Lee Juyeon
W/C: 3.6K
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Prompts: “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” + “I want to taste me on your fingers.”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, hand kink, nudism, nicknames, breast play, nipple stimulation, dirty talking, clit stimulation, fingering, finger riding, neck holding, finger sucking, cum tasting, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You sit down on the couch after you had finished in the kitchen, you bring your feet up onto it and pull your phone out as you move the television controller out of the way, you were about to unlock your phone when your eyes landed on Juyeon’s hands as he firmly held the console controller in his hands, and you could see some veins appearing on his hand and travelling up his arm. You and Juyeon had a day off and decided to spend it together yet doing separate things, which was all going great until now, all thoughts about whatever you were about to do on your phone were out the window and forgotten about. Now you could only imagine what his hands were doing to you, gripping you, holding you, making you feel good. You shift in your position and feel your juices moving between your folds and your eyes widen slightly, there was no way you were already wet just thinking about what his hands can do to you, no way. And before you could even process what you were about to say, the words fell from your lips.
“I want to taste me on your fingers,” You say. You watch him drop the console controller to the floor at your words before turning to you with such speed, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “I…” You begin to shuffle on the couch, moving everything you had near you aside before quickly standing, only for him to grab onto your wrist and stop you.
“You want to… taste yourself on my fingers?” He slowly repeats your words back to you, you keep your gaze away from him, suddenly finding anything else a lot more interesting. “Don’t be shy now… you weren’t shy just a few moments ago,” He tugs on your arm, pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs before he spreads his legs, oh fuck, why did you have to wear such loose shorts today? He takes the phone from your hand, and you watch him put it on the table next to the couch. “You want my fingers inside you?” You slowly nod your head as you now looked directly at his face, you could see his eyes slowly darkening as a cloud of lust covers them, his hand touches your knee, and he slowly slides it upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on your skin, his touch was sending your mind into a frenzy and your senses into overdrive. “What my baby wants… my baby gets.”
“Ju…” You breathe out, but it sounded more like a whimper, you feel your skin heating up and your heart rate spiking, the way he was looking up at you with that fucking smirk on his face. His hand lifts away from your thigh and moments later it was underneath your shirt, slowly sliding up your stomach and to your chest.
“No bra?” He asks, you feel his fingers trace over the curve of your boob before they found your nipple, the light touch makes you take in a shuddering breath as you feel a tingling sensation going down your stomach. “How convenient,” He releases your wrist and takes hold of the hem of your shirt and begins pushing it upwards, you quickly move your hands to grip the hem of your shirt as well and help him with removing it. “Fuck…” His eyes slowly roam over your chest, taking you in, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked, but every time he did, he fell even more in love with you. “What a beautiful sight,” His forefinger was rubbing feather-light circles over your nipple, which was slowly causing your nipple to harden.
“Hmm, Ju…” You whisper, you lick your lips, and your breathing begins to become heavier as the temperature in the room becomes hotter. Juyeon leans closer, and you watch his every movement, he licks his lips before his tongue slowly makes contact with your nipple. “Fuck, Ju,” He was staring up at you with such a dark look in his eyes while his tongue was licking a slow thick stripe over your nipple. “Fuck,” The stare alone made your pussy twitch. “Juyeon, dammit,” His lips wrap around your nipple and your back lightly arches, his thumb takes over from his forefinger, and he rubs harder and faster over the bud. “Hmm, mmh,” You move your hand to the back of his head and slide your fingers through his locks before gently holding onto it. “Ju…” Your lids flutter at the sensation going through you.
You buck your hips over his thighs as you hear him sucking on your nipple and breathing hard against your skin, his other hand cups your pussy through your shorts and panties, and he slowly rubs his hand along your pussy. You reach down with your hand and cup him through his shorts, feeling a bulge slowly forming, you rub your hand along his clothed cock, copying the movements of his own hand on your pussy.
“Ju…” You breathe out, feeling out of breath already. You kept eye contact with him through everything, and you could feel your panties were completely wet by now. “Hmm…” He tugs on your nipple before releasing it, he sits back, and you take note of how wet his lips looked from sucking your nipple.
“You feel so wet,” He mutters. “I swear I can feel it through your pants,” You take in a deep breath and feel him move his hand to the side of your pants before slipping past them and pushing against your panties. “Hmm, I can feel it here especially,” He pushes your panties between your folds, making your juices push through your panties and coat his fingers. “Fuck, let’s get these off,” He pulls his hands away and both his hands quickly grip your waistband, you briefly get up from his lap and allow him to push your pants and panties down before you were back on his lap and his hand back between your legs and pushing against your pussy while his other hand rests on your thigh. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.”
“Hmm, it’s your fault for that,” You mutter. You feel his fingers rubbing over your folds as he spreads your juices over your pussy, he bites his bottom lip, making your walls clench at the sight.
“My fault?” He asks once he released his lip. “And how is that?” His fingers slip to the inside of your folds, and you feel them rub along your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit and slit.
“Because of your hands,” You say and wiggle your hips, hoping you could get his fingers where you ached for them the most. “If they didn’t look so good, then I wouldn’t be this wet right now, and you would have still been playing your game,” He looks down between your bodies, and you bite your lip as he does.
“Then I should thank the universe for giving me these hands to cause this then, shouldn’t I?” He asks, he pushes the tips of his fingers against your slit, making you release your lip as your mouth drops open. He looks up at you to watch your reaction as he pushes two digits into your sopping hole. “I am so thankful for these hands,” Your palm on his cock pressed down a little hard, causing a groan to fall from him.
“Ju… Juyeon,” You moan out, his fingers easily slipping into you with how wet you were. “Oh… my… fuck,” Your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fell shut, his fingers curl inside you when they were pushed into you fully.
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” He says, making your walls clench around him. His fingers slowly uncurl before sliding out of you. “Let’s add another one,” Your hips buck as you feel a third digit slipping into you, stretching your walls around them.
“Ju-Juyeon,” You stutter out, feeling tingles going up your spine. “Oh, fuck,” He curls and uncurls his fingers inside you, you could feel a knot of tension quickly starting to form inside you. “Oh, my fucking…” Your other hand in his hair tightens its hold, and you could feel sweat running down your back.
“Baby, you’re so wet, can you hear that?” He asks, and how could you not? Your wetness was squelching loudly with each movement of his fingers inside you. “Doesn’t that sound delicious?” You lick your lips as they suddenly felt dry. “Since you said you want to taste yourself on my fingers, why don’t you ride them, and I’ll reward you by letting you clean them?”
“Juyeeeeoonnn,” You whine out before living your hips and lowering them back down on his fingers, you move your hand away from his bulge and grab onto his shoulder to help you move. “Fuck, I… Juyeon,” He watches as your tits bounce in front of him as you bounced on his fingers, getting yourself off on them.
“Fuck, baby, you look so hot riding my fingerings,” He says. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” Your walls clench around his fingers at his words of praise. Your breathing picks up, and your nails begin to dig into his shoulder through his shirt as you felt your toes curl as a warm, tingling feeling begins to rush up your legs.
“Oh, fu-fuck,” You moan, you could feel drool spilling from the corner of your lips at how good you were feeling. “I…” Your hips falter for a moment as you felt the tips of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot. “JUYEON!”
“Did that feel good, baby?” He asks. Fuck, you could just hear the smirk on his lips through his words, but you didn’t care at this moment, all you cared about was his fingerings hitting that same spot again and edging you closer to your high. “Let’s add to it,” Your back arches as his thumb makes contact with your throbbing clit.
“JUYEON!” You scream, feeling your mind slipping into the clouds while your body was slowly starting to shake with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I…” You move faster over his fingers, starting to chase after your high to reach that blissful feeling. “Fuck, JUYEON!” His thumb rubs over your clit, making sure to follow the rhythm of your hips, when you came down on his fingers he pressed down harder and when you lifted the touch became lighter. “Fuck, fuck…”
“Cum for me, baby,” He says in a low tone. As you lowered onto his fingers, they press down hard against your sweet spot, causing stars to explode behind your lids and the tension inside you to snap.
“JUYEON!” You scream and pull at his hair while digging your fingers harder into his shoulder, your hips stutter as your high courses through, and you come undone around his fingers. “FUCK!” The feeling was indescribable, but you just know it felt so good and you loved experiencing it. “FUCK!” Your mind was spinning in the clouds as your body floats along.
“That’s it, baby, make a mess for you to clean up,” He says. Your hips sink on his fingers a final time before he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your high, his thumb staying to rub your clit. “So fucking hot of you, baby,” Your body slowly stops shaking as you come down from your high. His hand that was just resting on your thigh slowly begins sliding along your leg and over your hips before you felt it pause at your collarbone. “Look at me,” You swallow as your pussy clenches at how low his voice was. You lift your head and his hand lightly wraps around your neck, just to hold onto it. “Open your pretty mouth.”
“Ju…” You whisper and keep your lips parted, his fingers slip from you, and you suddenly felt so empty without them. He presses his fingers against your bottom lip, making you feel how wet they were before he pushed them into your mouth. Your lips immediately closer around them and you begin sucking on them, you open your eyes and make contact with his dark lust-covered ones as he stares at you, watching you intently as you suck on his fingers.
“How do you taste?” He asks. He feels your tongue running along the pads of his fingers as you tried to get everything, the way your mouth looked so stuffed with just his fingers made his mind spin as he imagined his cock stuffing it instead.
“Hmm,” You hum, and release his shoulder to grab onto his wrist and hold onto it. The sight only causes his mind to spin even further, he presses his fingers down on your tongue, causing drool to pool around them before it started to pour from the corner of your mouth and slip down your chin before dripping onto your chest.
“How fucking hot…” He mutters before slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth. “Take my cock out for me, baby,” Your hand immediately drops from his wrist and your other hand releases his hair as you move to grip onto his shorts, he pulls his hand away from your neck, allowing you to look down between your bodies. You carefully push it down before you carefully move his underwear over his bulge. “Hmm… see what you caused,” Your pussy twitches as you saw his cock, the prominent vein on the underside and the slit leaking with pre-cum.
“Fuck, Juyeon…” You whimper. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and curl your fingers around the fabric before pushing it upwards, he lifts his arms, letting you remove it. You could see his skin glistering with sweat as you toss the shirt aside. “Wow…” You barely picked up as he moves everything that was on the couch out of the way or even pushing it onto the floor, he grips onto your waist and moments later you found yourself on your back and him hovering above you with his cock pressing between your folds, inches away from your entrance, his body moves, and you quickly realise he was getting rid of his pants and underwear.
“I need to be inside you so desperately now,” He says. You feel one of his hands slide down your thigh before he wraps your leg around his waist before his hand disappeared and seconds later you felt his cock sliding down to your entrance.
“Ohh, oh, fuck, yes, I…” You moan out, your lids fluttering at the feeling of his cock causing friction against your pussy. You lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, hooking your ankles. He pushes his cock into your entrance before his hand pressed down into the couch next to your head. “Ohh, oh, fuck, Ju…”
“Fuck, I… uhm,” He groans as he feels your sopping walls sucking him right in. “Fuck…” His other hand finds yours, and he pushes it down above your head, his fingers interlacing with yours and squeezing your hand as he slides deeper into you. “So… good,” His words were strained as his mind spun at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.
“Ju…” You moan, your free hand moves to the back of his head, and you slide your fingers through his hair before gripping onto them. “So… good,” You feel his hips pause once he was completely inside you, both of you breathing hard at how good it was feeling.
“Shit… so good,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated and pleasure was morphed onto his face. “Fuck,” He lifts his hips, his cock siding out from you almost fully before he thrusts back into you.
“Fuck!” You moan as you feel your breath get stuck inside your throat for a moment. The sound of your juices squelching fills the air and the sound of your moans and his grunts and groans bounced off the walls, his hips were moving just fast enough to cause pleasure to course through your veins and a ball of ecstasy to build inside you again yet slow enough to drag the moment out.
“Fuck, fuck, taking me so good,” He grunts. The sound of skin hitting against skin was loud as he thrusts in and out of you, your walls were starting to pulse around him as another high was building inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, and you could already see stars starting to appear behind your lids.
“Fuck, Ju… fuck,” You breathe out. You could feel your muscles starting to pull tighter as the blissful feeling was nearing. “More, harder,” And with your words, his hips thrust into you harder, and you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger. “Fuck, fuck, I…” You could feel tingles running up and down your spine, making you dig your heels into his lower back. “Ju…” Your hips buck up into his, and you feel his cock sliding deeper into you momentarily, your muscles twitch and the stars behind your eyes quickly turn into fireworks as the tension inside you snaps. “JU!”
“That’s it, fuck, yes,” He groans out, his hips moving faster as he feels your walls milking his cock. “Fuck…” You push your head harder against the couch as your body shakes with pleasure, your hand squeezes his, and you could feel your thighs becoming wet with how your wetness splattered against them.
“JU!” You scream. His other hand slides between your bodies and, moments late, your back arches as you feel his fingers touch your clit. “FUCK!” You hadn’t even come down from your high, and he was already causing another one to build up inside you. “JUYEEEOOOONN!” His hips were stuttering as he tried to keep up with the fast pace he had, but his mind was buzzing with pleasure and the feeling he was going to experience within moments.
“Fuck, keep milking my cock, baby,” He breathes out. Your body felt sticky and wet, and everything felt sinful as you did it in the living room, but it all felt so right and so good. Your legs shake as another orgasm rips through you, and you could feel tears spilling from the corner of your eyes.
“FUCK, SHIT, I!” You scream, unable to form a proper sentence. Your mind was empty as your body floats through the blissful feelings, his hips falter as your walls clamp down around him, and then he felt it, a heartbeat in the tip of his cock and he knew that he was close. “Juyeon, fuck, I…” His fingers rub your clit vigorously as his hips ram into yours.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His voice hitches as he chants out, his back arches, and he tilts his head back as the feeling of the heartbeat explodes in the head of his cock and hot ropes of cum spill into your hole, filling you with his load. “FUCK, Y/N!” His hips slow down until they’re just rocking into yours to ease himself through his high, his fingers pause against your clit and his jaw clenches as he breathes loudly through his nose. Your body felt like it was numb to the amount of pleasure that you experienced, and your lids felt heavy as you forced them open to watch him experience his high.
“Fuck… just like that, Ju…” You whisper, your grip on his hair loosened as you slide your hand to his cheek and softly rub your thumb over his cheek. “Just like that, it feels so good,” You feel his hips come to a halt against yours, and he lowers his head before burying it in the crook of your neck to take a moment to catch his breath.
You both lay there in silence as you let the moment sink in and let everything settle down, the temperature slowly begins to drop, and the colder air begins to nip at your sweat-coated skin, the feeling of the afterglow slowly begins to settle inside you, and you felt content with him being on top of you, his warmth radiating off onto you and his scent surrounding you and filling your lungs, which immediately brought you comfort and a sense of peace.
“Did you like tasting yourself from my fingers?” He asks as he lifts his head, you nod your head as you make eye contact with him, the clouds of lust now gone and replaced with warmth.
“Hmm, I did,” You say. He slowly releases the grip he had on your hand and moves his hand that was between your bodies away and presses it into the couch.
“And how are you feeling?” He asks. “Anything you didn’t like?” You quickly shake your head. “Any pain?” You once again shake your head. “Any discomfort?”
“No to all of them,” You quickly say. “Just pleasure, and all good feelings,” He nods his head. “And you, any pain? Any discomfort?” He chuckles and leans slightly down, his nose brushing against yours.
“No to all of them,” He whispers. “All pleasure,” You tilt your head and your lips touch, your eyes shut as his lips move against yours, love pouring into you at that moment as he kisses you with passion and love. The kiss didn’t last long before you pulled back, breathing hard again. “Why don’t we go clean each other?”
“I would like that very much,” You say. He gently smiles before releasing your hand and sitting back on his knees, his cock slipping out from you and causing your mixed arousal to spill from you.
“Hmm, we definitely should,” He says before standing, he takes your hand and pulls you into a sitting position before pulling you to your feet. “I can’t wait to let you feel and see how my hands can clean you also.”
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LOVE SHARED WITH WINE — JUYEON FF
SYNOPSIS : when an attempt of trying to have drinks of wine leads to accidental confessions between two best friends. (totally not from the effect of the alcohol).
PAIRING : best-friend!juyeon x best-friend!fem!reader
GENRE : best friends to lovers, fluff
WARNINGS : mentions of alcohol, drinking
WORD COUNT : 2.5K+ (2536)
SOPH — a request from my bae @flwoie ! the way i immediately went to work on this … (hope this makes up for the other two reqs) hope you enjoy this short fic <3
As the evening grew colder, the bustling streets gradually transformed into a peaceful sanctuary as you and Juyeon departed from the lively night mall. The loud chatter gradually subsided, giving way to the gentle sounds of your footsteps and the whispering wind.
With Juyeon shouldering the weight of most of your bags, he attentively listened to your words, finding pure joy in the way your voice grew animated with excitement. The sight of your face lighting up as you shared your thoughts and experiences captivated him.
In the hushed atmosphere of the night, his attention was solely focused on you. He appreciated the way your voice carried, the way your emotions danced across your features. It was in these stolen moments, away from the clamor of the world, that he found solace in being your silent confidant.
Despite his best efforts to deny it to his friends, deep down, Juyeon knew it would be foolish to claim he had no feelings for you. Every time he saw you, a whirlwind of emotions erupted within him, contradicting his denials. The intensity of his reactions spoke louder than any words he could muster.
With every interaction, every stolen glance, Juyeon's conviction wavered. The more he tried to suppress the fluttering emotions, the stronger they became, refusing to be silenced. The magnetism between you was undeniable, an invisible thread pulling him closer, even against his better judgment.
After figuring out his feelings, he felt himself paying more attention to you. He began saying yes to your hangouts without hesitation, eager for any opportunity to spend time with you. His focus shifted, making sure you had a chance to speak before he chimed in, genuinely interested in your thoughts and experiences.
Small gestures became his way of showing his affection, as he couldn't resist the joy that illuminated your face. Whether it was surprising you with your favorite snack or going out of his way to make your day a little brighter, Juyeon found immense satisfaction in seeing you smile.
And now, as the two of you walked side by side, the city's nightlights creating a mesmerizing pathway above, Juyeon couldn't help but revel in the beauty of the moment. He was keenly aware of the subtle brush of your arms against each other, the warmth that seemed to radiate between you.
With every step, the connection between you grew stronger, as did his desire to be a constant presence in your life. The nightlights seemed to guide your path, illuminating the way forward, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you closer together.
Juyeon's heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He longed to take your hand in his, to let you know just how much you meant to him. But for now, he savored the simple joy of being in your company, relishing the shared moments and the unspoken promises you two held.
"The lights are so pretty," you say, gazing upward in awe, mesmerized by the shimmering display above.
Juyeon's eyes flicker with a mischievous glimmer as he seizes the opportunity. "You're right," he responds, his voice carrying a subtle boldness. "It makes people look prettier under the light too. It makes me want to snap a picture of you right now."
Your cheeks flush with a gentle warmth as his words sink in. Surprised by his audacity, you meet his gaze, catching the way the lights accentuate his features. You've always known your best friend to be handsome, though it feels almost strange to openly acknowledge it. But it's true—he has a magnetic charm that effortlessly draws attention wherever he goes.
Caught off guard, Juyeon stumbles, realizing the slip of his tongue. "Oh, my bad," he mumbles sheepishly, a tinge of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
But you can't help but reciprocate his playful banter. With a soft smile, you reply, "You know, you look pretty too." Your eyes meet his, the warmth and sincerity in your voice echoing through the quiet night.
A grin spreads across Juyeon's face, his eyes lighting up with delight at your words. It's a small, shared moment—a genuine exchange that speaks volumes without needing to delve into deeper confessions.
"We can take pictures when we find a place to sit, though," you suggest, a playful smile on your face. Juyeon's eyes light up, instantly agreeing with your idea.
You both begin scanning the surroundings, searching for an ideal spot to pause and capture the moment. Your eyes land on a nearby bench, its inviting presence drawing you in. "Let's go there," Juyeon points out, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation. Without hesitation, he takes the lead, guiding you towards the waiting bench.
As you both settle down on the bench, inching closer together, your eyes naturally gravitate towards the starry night sky above. Lost in the beauty of the moment, an idea sparks in Juyeon's mind, prompting him to set down the bags he was carrying. With a mischievous grin, he reaches into a long bag, revealing a bottle of wine, playfully shaking it as he offers it to you.
"You want some wine as we talk?" he suggests, his voice laced with a playful charm.
Chuckling softly, you respond, "I didn't know we would be drinking it right now." You nod slowly, accepting his invitation with a hint of curiosity.
Juyeon's eyes gleam with anticipation as he blurts out his idea, his words hanging in the air. "Thought of a date idea. Drinking wine under the nightlights. It's pretty cozy, isn't it?"
Your playful nature takes over as you tease him, a twinkle in your eye. "Date idea, huh? Is it a friendly one or something more?"
Caught off guard by his own words, Juyeon feels a rush of warmth spread across his cheeks. He stumbles for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. "Whatever you want it to be," he whispers, his voice barely audible, feeling himself wear a stupid grin on his face.
The strange sensation in your stomach, the subtle flutter that his confession evokes, it all points towards something more than just friendship. And deep down, you secretly hope that it's a romantic date, just as much as he does.
"Just hold on for a moment," Juyeon requested, determined to open the bottle. Twist after twist, the stubborn cork remained firmly in place. Every time he attempted to twist the corkscrew, his hands betrayed him, and the tool slipped, almost slipping from his grasp. Undeterred, he persisted, trying over and over again. With each unsuccessful try, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, intensifying the desire to impress you.
"Why won't this budge?" he grumbled to himself, increasing his efforts. He felt your eyes on him, making him panic slightly. "YN, trust me, it's the bottle's fault, not mine. They sealed it too tightly," Juyeon defended himself, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in your presence.
You couldn't help but chuckle in response. "Juyeon, I never judged you in the first place. We can always save the wine for later and enjoy it with our friends."
Although you reassured him, Juyeon's determination to create a memorable impression persisted (even though it wasn't necessary, given your long-standing friendship). "I won't let Hyunjae touch this wine, not even for a second. It was quite expensive, you know. I'd rather share it with you."
"Just give me a minute," Juyeon tried once more, refusing to give up. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his hands and clear his mind of the mounting frustration. With renewed focus, he inserted the corkscrew once again, slowly and methodically, making sure each turn was precise.
You watched him with a mixture of amusement and admiration. Despite the initial struggle, you could see his genuine desire to impress you, even though you had known each other for years and his efforts were unnecessary. But that was Juyeon, always striving for perfection, even in the smallest of things.
As Juyeon persisted, twisting and exerting just the right amount of force, a glimmer of success began to appear. The cork gradually loosened its grip, and a sense of relief washed over him. A smile crept onto your face, appreciating his determination and his refusal to let a stubborn wine bottle defeat him.
Finally, with one last twist, the cork surrendered, releasing a satisfying pop that echoed in the park. Juyeon's face lit up with triumph, and a mixture of joy and relief washed over him.
“You finally did it! Thank you for not giving up," you said sincerely, appreciating his dedication to making the evening special.
Gently taking the two wine glasses from the bag, Juyeon placed them in your hands, making sure they were steady. With a careful hand, he poured the rich, vibrant red liquid into each glass, the color he had longed to see throughout the evening. Once the pouring was complete, he sealed the wine bottle tightly and set it down beside the bag.
"Cheers," Juyeon exclaimed, offering a glass to you, his eyes shining with a blend of pride and affection.
"Cheers to your hard work," you playfully responded. You clink your glass against his, relishing in the taste of triumph and the sweetness of the present moment.
The atmosphere was perfect, wrapped in a serene silence as you both savored the wine under the enchanting glow of the midnight sky.
Amidst the tranquility, you noticed hiccups emanating from Juyeon's direction, his empty glass placed beside yours. His cheeks were adorned with a blush, leaving you uncertain whether it was the effect of alcohol or a result of his fondness for you—perhaps a delightful combination of both.
"Already feeling drunk?" you chuckled, amused by Juyeon's current tipsy state. It was not unusual for him to become drunk sooner than you; you simply had a higher tolerance for alcohol.
As Juyeon tried to steady himself, his words stumbled slightly. "I guess I couldn't resist the taste of this wine, especially when shared with you," he confessed with a lopsided grin.
You couldn't help but laugh, appreciating his candidness. "Well, it's a good thing we're in the park and not somewhere that requires our impeccable coordination," you teased, taking another sip of the wine.
Juyeon nodded, his gaze fixated on you. "I must admit, though, being a bit tipsy makes it easier to let my guard down," he admitted, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability.
The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter. "Sometimes, the best moments are those when we're unfiltered and free," you replied softly, your own inhibitions melting away as the night grew deeper.
As the night grew deeper and the conversations flowed, Juyeon's cheeks grew even rosier, his inhibitions slipping further away with each passing moment. He looked at you, his gaze filled with an intensity that couldn't be attributed solely to the alcohol.
"I... I have something I want to tell you," Juyeon's voice wavered, his words carrying a mix of nervousness and earnestness.
Curiosity flickered in your eyes as you encouraged him to share. "What is it, Juyeon?"
He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've known you for years, and... I can't deny how much you mean to me. You're not just a friend anymore. I... I think I'm in love with you."
The weight of his confession hung in the air, his vulnerability wrapping around both of you. You felt a surge of emotions, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched for the right words.
"I... Juyeon, I never expected this," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and warmth. A soft blush tinted your cheeks as his words reached your ears. The genuine admiration and attraction in his voice made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him in return. “I feel the same way.”
A mixture of relief and joy washed over Juyeon's face, his eyes shimmering with newfound hope. "You do?"
You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes, Juyeon.” Sporting another smile, you decided to playfully tease him. "Save that confession for when you're sober, though.”
“But I am!” Juyeon grumbled, though his grumpy facade couldn't hide the playful glint in his eyes. Your laughter bubbled up once again, unable to resist his adorable antics. His scowl quickly transformed into a broad smile, illuminating his face. It was evident that he had always found you pretty, right from the beginning.
Juyeon's hesitant words hung in the air, his eyes fixed on your captivating features as he nervously asked, "Can I... share a kiss with you?"
The unexpected question caught you off guard, causing your heart to quicken its pace. It felt surreal, almost too good to be true. You observed him staring at you, unaware of the immense impact his simple request had on you. His hesitant inquiry made you realize the depth of his feelings, and you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes.
"All of a sudden?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that coursed through you.
"Yes, Juyeon," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. "I'd like that."
How harmful could this kiss be?
As Juyeon's lips drew closer, time seemed to slow down. The soft brush of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. With a gentle touch, his lips met yours in a tender embrace, and the world around you faded into the background.
As his lips finally touched yours, the taste of wine lingered, blending with your own, creating a sweet kiss. It was as if the shared sip of wine had prepared you for this moment, deepening the intimacy and adding an extra layer of sensory delight to the kiss.
Neither of you rushed, allowing the anticipation to build, savoring the tender connection growing between you. The pace was perfect, a natural rhythm that aligned with the beating of your hearts.
As you reluctantly pulled away from the lingering kiss, you couldn't help but notice the blush that adorned Juyeon's face, matching the warmth that spread across your own cheeks. His eyes crinkled with a contented smile, a reflection of the joy he had ignited within you. With each passing moment, he seemed to have a way of making your heart beat louder and louder.
"Let's go home, shall we?" you suggested, gently breaking the spell of the moment. Juyeon, still in a daze, sluggishly nodded in agreement. A mix of amusement and tenderness filled your voice as you added, "Geez, what will I do with you?" You fought back a smile as you observed Juyeon, who was already starting to doze off.
Deep inside, you hoped that this beautiful moment would remain etched in Juyeon's memory. But if it were to slip away, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would be the first to confess your feelings. Now that your heart's desires had been confirmed, you were ready to take that leap, to embrace the vulnerability and let your love for him be known.
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝(𝐞𝐫)
lee juyeon x fem!reader (only f!reader cuz i used she/her pronouns at the end)
1.1k words, kind of fluff, angst if squinting, barely proofread as usual, pretty much just pining?
Yours and Lee Juyeon's giggles lit up the night, volume just loud enough so that you could hear the other squeal amongst the drumming rain against the street. It was a miracle that Juyeon had parked directly in front of Sangyeon's house, and the two of you practically crashed into your respective sides of the car, rain water everywhere and laughter spilling from your lips as freely as the sky wept.
Juyeon's cheeks ached from the wide smile on his face, and he watched you run your hands through your damp hair. There was a stray lock hanging over your forehead dropping water down your nose, and he reached over to brush it out of the way for you.
You turned to look at him with that glimmer in your eyes, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. Maybe it was the combination of the amber streetlights reflecting through the rainwater dribbling down his front windshield… but god, if he didn't think you looked so beautiful right now.
"I'm glad I parked close to the house," he said, clearing his throat, then shifting around to awkwardly take off his damp denim jacket.
You laughed. "So am I. Jeez, I do not envy Changmin and Chanhee one bit."
"Their fault for coming late," Juyeon snickered. He sighed and crafted a hand through his wet hair, staring out the front windshield. "Wah, that's a lot of rain." He needed to be careful—not that he wasn't already careful whenever he drove you, but he wanted to get you home safe and sound as always.
You nodded in agreement, leaning back in your seat while licking your lips. "Yeah, but I think we needed it after that hell of a dry season."
Juyeon felt for his keys in his pants pockets before realizing that he kept them in his jacket. He twisted around to retrieve his jacket from where he had tossed it in the backseat. "Sorry, we'll head out soon. Just dunno where I put my keys."
"No worries, Juyo. Take your time."
He fumbled around blindly before he hooked his hand in one of the inside pockets and withdrew his key ring. There were a couple important keys chained there, as well as an acrylic keychain frame of one of yours and his photos. It was cute—one of those pieces of old film from a camera you had dug out of your house's attic. You'd also found pieces of film of your parents; they had been young in those photos, just around the age that you and Juyeon were now.
Juyeon tried not to think about that too much.
He settled in his seat, front two teeth nibbling on his bottom lip as he stuck the car key into the ignition and started up the car. You both reached for your own seatbelts in unison, and Juyeon's hand went toward the front console. "Hey, you cold?"
On cue, you shivered just a bit, giving him a slight nod. "Yeah, just a little bit of heat, please."
"You got it." He didn't want the windows to fog up, so he had to turn on the air conditioning, but he kept it low for your sake, then turned on both of your seat warmers.
Juyeon flicked on the car's headlights and windshield wipers; he watched the black wipers swipe to and fro over the front window. When he was finally satisfied, he put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.
Your hand reached for the stereo, turning the volume on low.
It was relatively late, even for a Saturday night. Sangyeon lived in a pretty nice neighborhood with his partner, so most of his neighbors were all asleep by this time. Thus, the road out was practically barren, and Juyeon met each traffic light with little to no opposition, rolling past in green-lit glory. He could feel the familiar sensation of drowsiness tugging at the corners of his eyes, but he kept himself awake. He focused on the road, the music, the pounding of his heart. He wondered vaguely what it might be like to reach over and hold your hand—or what it might be like to feel your hand over his where it rested on the center console.
This late into the night, your perfume had slowly melted away, especially after the run through the rain. Yet, he swore he could smell the lingering bits of crisp apple blossom and clementine in the air. Or maybe he was picturing the smile on your face and the damp hair in your eyes and the way you'd looked at him in the dim light—
Juyeon pulled up in front of your apartment complex, slipping into park along the curb. You and he sat there for a while, neither of you saying a word nor addressing the elephant in the car.
You didn't get out of the car, not yet.
He suddenly cleared his throat. "You can—you can wait till the rain dies down a little."
Your head moved slightly. "Right."
"No need to rush," he added quietly, glancing over at you.
You met his eyes in the dark of his car, his headlights switched off, the radio on low, and the rain drumming against the ceiling. "'Course." You tried for a smile. "Did you have fun tonight?"
Flashes of warm laughter, bubbly liquids, friendly faces, that fuzzy feeling in his chest—yes, he'd had a good night. He'd had one hell of a night. "I did. I had a lot of fun tonight," he chuckled. "What about you?"
You replied similarly, "Same here. I think we all needed something like this."
"Yeah. It's been a while, huh?" How much longer? His subconscious seemed to ask. How much longer would he wait? How many more of these nights, these moments, would he allow to pass before telling you exactly how he felt?
The rain seemed to dull down through the course of this brief exchange, and he could read the reluctance in your flickering gaze. You began to gather your things, to gather your wits and strength. The run to the complex door wouldn't be too bad, but it was going to be a run in the rain nonetheless.
Juyeon felt his heart leap into his throat. You can tell her now, he said to himself, you should tell her now. Your hair had dried just slightly by now, leaving it slightly voluminous and soft-looking—and by god, were you beautiful.
Your hand went to the car door, but before you let yourself out, you stopped.
You leaned over the center console and pressed your lips to his cheek, letting yourself linger for a second longer. "Thanks for driving me home, Juyo. Good night."
And before he could even comprehend what had happened, you'd locked yourself out into the heavy downpour and left him alone to his thoughts.
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okay since you're back, may i please request something around 4am with changmin (or sunwoo?) and make it angst or comfort or whatever just because why not thank you my love i'm so happy you're here you don't imagine how much
[4:01AM]
Not often did you wake up in the middle of the night, yet something felt different. Maybe it was because there was a sudden lump that had developed within your pillow or the temperature in the room had changed, but your dream had slowly faded into darkness. As you adjusted to your senses and reality itself, your eyes fluttered open and caught a glimpse of Changmin in the dark.
Your eyes traced the silhouette illuminated by the moon, noticing his eyes wide and fixated on the ceiling. Unsure of both the time and if Changmin had noticed you, you scooted over to where he was and wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging it close to your chest.
“Why are you up?” you mumbled while tucking your nose behind his shoulder, wanting to remain as close as possible.
Changmin turned his head to face you, slightly startled that you had woken up, but his parted lips of shock curled up into a warm smile—it was almost impossible to not be in love whenever he saw you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before shifting in his spot, adjusting so he could bring you into his arms.
“Why are you awake, hm?” He pulled you in close and against his chest, allowing you to snuggle up against him within his embrace.
“I asked you first,” you retaliated. You gave him an exaggerated pout before having it interrupted with a yawn. He shook his head and laughed at you softly, his arms squeezing you. He then had one of his hands gently pat you on the head, providing a weak attempt to get you back to sleep.
“Just woke up randomly, and I couldn’t go back asleep,” he whispered.
“You better not be bullshitting.” He giggled at your grumble, causing you to shuffle your feet under the comforters and kick his legs when you found them. Changmin then burst out in laughter at your terrible attempt and refuted the action by locking his legs around yours, trapping you completely in his hold.
Instead of fighting back, your tired state melted against him, but you still glared at him as a threat.
“I’m not bullshitting, I promise.” Your skepticism made him coo and kiss your nose, watching as your bunched-up facial features began to relax.
“We sleep together?” Noticing your slight worry, he nodded and pressed a soft kiss against your lips to reassure you.
“We sleep together.”
It had taken less than a few minutes for you to knock out, but Changmin was still completely awake. He would play with your hair, tucking strands behind your ear, before his thoughts drifted off once more. He kissed your cheek with a whispered ‘I love you’ before untangling himself from you to glance at the ceiling once more.
His eyes then trailed over to the nightstand by their bed, and without much thought, he silently pulled out the drawer to take out a small velvet box. He flipped it open to reveal the ring he had bought you and raised it to where the moon was shining, wanting to look at it one last time before officially getting down on one knee for you.
His heart thudded against his chest and fluttered the moment he thought about you wearing it on your ring finger. He smiled and put it away so he could go back to holding you, finally relaxed enough to fall back asleep.
You were his forever, and he couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
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serendipity | jacob bae.
genre: fluff, boyfriend jacob, established relationship
tagging: @deoboyznet
a/n: 726 words. a short work because of the rainy weather. hope y'all love this <3
song recommendation
The room is quiet with a serene ambience as Jacob's arms wrapped around your middle while your back faces him. your hands held over him like an immediate reaction that you had developed as you got used to this habit of him. Jacob snuggled closer to you, leaving one small kiss on the back of your shoulder and breathing in your scent. you slowly woke up, hearing the pitter-patter of rain before you could even see it. as you drowsily blink your eyes, you finally take in the tranquil view beyond the glass door of your bedroom.
The green landscape outside gave a somber feeling to the already lazy afternoon, and the rain decorated the sky, leaving your glass doors foggy with drizzle. You feel Jacob's breath on your nape and shoulder. The shuddering feeling leaves you smiling, turning around to face the warm body behind you.
A smile crossed your lips. He looks comfortable with his hair down, cute with sleepy features across his face, and warm with how he's snuggling into you right now. as if you weren't close enough, he snuggled more, his hands rested on the small of your back as he caressed it gently. Without a thought, Jacob's face leans closer to you, eyes still closed, and lips leaving a peck on your forehead. when he realizes that you're now facing him, his eyes open, still sleepy from the cold weather.
You giggled, "Still sleepy?" You asked in a whisper. Jacob responded with a shy grin, his cheeks painted with pink.
Jacob hummed, "It feels cold." He says as he snuggles closer, pulling you into his warmth until your cheeks rest on his chest. You chuckled at his excuse to hug you tighter.
"Is this warm enough?" You asked as you let yourself listen to his heartbeat. His plain white shirt felt soft and comfortable over his toned chest. "Hm..." Jacob hummed again in agreement, "Do you still want to take a road trip?" He asked, voice gentle as ever.
It is a request you have asked since you came here. The roads fascinated you during your travels so you wanted to capture more of those views while on a lovely drive with your boyfriend. The strikingly beautiful scenery of the mountains acted like a curtain hiding another beautiful scenery of the sea and sky, where the road you were driving in was a stage. The shore below the mountains intermingled with the green patches of an exquisite beach.
However, as you get ready in the morning, the rain didn't stop so it hindered the two of you from going on a ride. The gloomy sky painted the bright scenery with dark clouds.
You didn't complain though. There's no way this gets more comfortable with the two of you just feeling each other's warmth. You can't deny that Jacob has always made you feel at home, like he's your safe place. It's the same for Jacob. Both of you prefer a peaceful time with just the two of you. Talking about yourselves, your memories and your dreams, and sometimes you let silence fill the place but you're both still comfortable.
Sometimes you stay at home or go out or take a short drive just anywhere. But this moment is like a photo captured in serendipity. Nothing else in your mind can compete with how safe you feel right now, embracing the love of your life in a cozy bed as you watch the rain drizzle behind your windows with the green terrain from afar.
This is home. It's not always a place, sometimes it's an instance where you just feel safe without worries.
"No," you say as you look up at him. The beat of your heart almost burst when you met his gaze, "can we stay like this for a little more instead?" You pouted, delightfully staring at Jacob's pretty face. He gave you a smile that could have been the brightest thing you've seen for the day.
Jacob lifts his upper body and props his elbow on his pillow. "Alright," he says as he pulls up the blanket and looks at you with a silly expression, "we can stay like this all day, if you like."
"Jakey, what—" It made you smile and laugh, and in a few moments, you're both under the blankets tickling each other and laughter filled the room.
Home. Your person is your home.
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The Boyz Masterlist
Sangyeon
~ Cat and Mouse (Oneshot) (Yandere)
~ Happy birthday Mr leader (Oneshot)
~ “Who the fuck put mistletoe here!” (Oneshot)
Jacob
~ Hide and seek (Oneshot) (yandere)
Younghoon
~ Let’s guess baking! (Oneshot)
~ Quickie (Oneshot) (SMUT) (Part 2)
Hyunjae
~Sweet smell (Oneshot) (Yandere)
~ Not so cocky now (Oneshot) (SMUT)
Juyeon,
~ Fight for your love (Oneshot)
~ Brother!Juyeon (Headcannon)
~ Hands (Oneshot) (SMUT)
~ My Hero (Oneshot)
~Sweet smell (Oneshot) (Yandere)
~ Picture Perfect (Oneshot) (Yandere) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)
~ The Model (Oneshot)
Kevin
~ Dark Love (Oneshot) (Yandere)
~ "Who are you drawing?" "Ngh- No one!" (Oneshot)
New (Chanhee)
~ Fashionista (Oneshot)
~ Loving friend (Oneshot) (Yandere)
Q, (Changmin)
~ Best friends bro (Oneshot) (SMUT)
~ Secret obsession (Oneshot) (Yandere)
Haknyeon
~ "Do you want to build a snowman~" (Oneshot)
Sunwoo
~ Best friends forever (Oneshot)
~ Brother!Sunwoo (Headcannon)
~ Tattoo boy (Oneshot)
~ Silly Kitty (Oneshot) (SMUT)
~ Stalker Boy (Oneshot) (Yandere) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Final)
Eric
~ Gentle touch (Oneshot) (SMUT)
~ “Hey, I don’t know you but, can you pretend to be my boyfriend?” (Oneshot)
~ A night in (Oneshot) (SMUT)
~ Movie time (Oneshot)
~ The Spy (Oneshot) (Yandere)
All members
~ Snow day (Oneshot)
~ Let’s Play - The Boyz. An eleven member mafia group. Dangerous. Manipulative. Mad as a Hatter. Just a few words to describe the criminals. The police have given up chasing them after many failed attempts. The Boyz being too powerful. What happens when two girls just want a little fun and decide to play some games with the most dangerous mafia? (Masterlist) (Complete)
~ The Bad Boyz - Jade Song is the new girl. She has to face new school with new faces. Most of them are friendly faces but what happens when she gets wrapped up with the schools bad boys and one just happens to catch her eyes. (Masterlist) (Complete)
~ Under the moonlight - In a dark, twisted world of werewolves, four omega friends live out their lives peacefully, just trying to blend in. What happens when the four come across a group of betas and alphas? Throwing them deeper into the dark, dangerous world? (Masterlist) (Complete)
~ Watch it - Ivy and Storm, two girls who run a small drug business, with the help of a few other friends. What happens when the girls learn that the dangerous, crazy and manipulative mafia group, The Boyz, are being set free from prison? (Masterlist) (Complete)
~ Thrill Ride ~ In which a young girl receives a strange letter and is soon thrown into the world of street racing with some overprotective men. (Masterlist) (Complete)
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MY FIRST AND LAST . . . 이주연 !
PAIRING. secretary! juyeon x gn! reader
GENRE. fluff, ceo ish au, implied childhood friends to lovers
WARNINGS. none, kinda corny but when was i never
WORD COUNT. 1k words
𓂋˚˖ A/N. for @svhnflwr’s next steps collab! the prompt i chose is being their plus one at an event. pls do check out the works by the other writers in the collab! i tried to make this follow the theme but my dumb ass matched it w/ a conflicting genre so i hope it still works 😭
“AND SHE STEPPED ON THE BALL!”
“I did not!”
“Yes, you did!”
You chuckled as you stretched your cheeks into your nth smile of the night.
“They’re not going to stop bickering, are they,” you whispered as you tilted your body sideways, closer to Juyeon, who was seated to your right on the banquet table.
“No, I don’t think so, Ma’am,” he chuckled.
You turned your head slowly towards him, who was still watching your father’s friends tease each other. This wasn't the first time he addressed you formally in a place where he didn't have to. “Ju,”
Ripping his eyes off the other guests, he returned your gaze and took your hand from under the table. “Sorry. Old habits,” he smiled shyly, causing you to smile as well.
With your other arm, you straightened your back a little to place your elbow upright on the table and your chin on your open hand. “Old habits? Wouldn’t that refer to all those nicknames you called me back in high school?”
He pressed his lips into a thin line and squinted his eyes while looking upwards as if he was thinking. “Technically, we’re at work, so I can’t just do that,”
“But this is a Christmas party,”
“A formal Christmas party for your father’s company that he is also hosting. The first one, might I add,” he corrected you.
You give up, sighing and pouting as you lightly squeeze his hand. Feeling the lack of sleep begin to sink in your body, you yawn as you turn your head so that your left ear is on your palm.
“Did you not sleep well last night?” Juyeon asked, voice laced with concern, as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.
“After you fell asleep first on FaceTime, I stayed up for maybe another hour, so yeah, I slept well. For about three hours,” When you hear him sigh, you lightly chuckle and give him a lazy smile.
“We can leave right now. Only the dancing is left anyway, and I’m sure your father won’t mind,”
“Everyone’s still here, and you already want to leave?” He squeezes your hand and looks at you with a face that says ‘you know what I mean’. You chuckle again, quickly gracing your eyes over his suit and tie that accentuates his shoulders well. “Not when I put effort into picking a tux and styling your hair, you’re not,”
“I think I’ve had this on long enough,”
“No, I wanna see you like this longer,” you pouted, making him chuckle and look away. Even if you two have been friends ever since who knows when, things like still make him flustered, especially because it’s you.
Yawning once again, you slightly turned your body towards Juyeon and placed your arm on the table so that you could put your head on it like a pillow. Watching you get more comfortable in your new position, Juyeon mirrors what you were doing and did the same.
As time ticked by, your eyes were finally beginning to droop even with the loud music blaring. However, before your fatigue could get the best of you, Juyeon started playing with your fingers. Eyes opening lazily, you chuckle once you see how focused he was on your numbing fingers.
“You know what, let’s dance,” you announced, slowly getting up from your seat.
“I thought you were tired,”
“Yeah, but when did we ever actually dance at a party like this? We didn’t even dance during prom ‘cause we were a bunch of awkward teenagers,”
Finally getting convinced, Juyeon stands up and drags you toward the dance floor, where majority of the attendees have gone.
“May I have this dance?” He placed his hand out in front of you, and you take it while miserably failing to hid your growing smile. He spins you around before placing his hands on your waist, to which you place yours over his shoulders.
From an outside perspective, you looked like you were in your own little bubble as if you were the only people present in the large hall. And in some ways, things did feel like that with Juyeon. Even if you were now both working adults, looking at him brings you back to when you used to walk each other to class, both in high school and college. Looking at him makes you feel like a child again, when the two of you would spend afternoons in the playground, free of all care and worry.
But at the same time, seeing him as he is now, especially in this moment with only the fairy lights shining on his features, will always be a new experience for you. He’s no longer just the guy who followed you around school like a cat or your secretary in your father’s company. He’s standing before you as the man who you’ve entrusted your entire heart to, which you perhaps didn’t even realize you did until only recently.
And of course, he feels the same about you. Even if he’s seen you in your most embarrassing times, he still thinks that you are the definition of beauty in human form, that when you open the dictionary and look for the word ‘beauty’, there would be a photo of you under it. Although he spent months on end debating whether he should keep his feelings to himself and simply watch you from a step away or just come out with it and hopefully be the person who holds your hand while you both grew older together, he’s extremely glad he took the leap and did it.
Because in this moment, despite the loud music and energetic crowd, you feel safe and at peace.
Or maybe it was just your exhaustion taking over your body once again as you leaned on him while swaying together slowly, not caring about the eyes looking your way.
Whatever the case, you knew that despite all this time, you’re more than happy to continue your intertwined paths full of new firsts together with Juyeon, your first and hopefully, your last as well.
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Bite (Juyeon x Reader)
Pairing: Lee Juyeon x gn!Reader
Requested?: No
Genre: College!au, Halloween party, 7 minutes in heaven
Trigger Warnings!!: it’s quite suggestive
Summary: At a Halloween party you get picked to play 7 minutes in heaven with the star of the football team.
Word Count: 516
A/N: I got this idea on a random Saturday evening so I wrote it down. Count it as part of my spooktober ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°). Hope you like it! -Admin J
"So next up is number 11! Juyeon come up here and pick!" Juyeon stumbled up the impromptu stage, almost losing the hat he was wearing.
Honestly, Juyeon hadn't been aware that he was expected to dress up in a costume for the Halloween party the football team was hosting after winning their latest game, so his last minute costume considered of a pink, glittery cowboy hat that he had probably gotten from one of the sorority girls and a plastic toy gun he had won at an arcade once.
Everyone focused on him as he took his time picking out an item out of the magician hat one of his teammates had offered for this game of seven minutes in heaven. No one and I mean absolutely NO ONE would miss the chance to be his partner for the game, obviously he was the star player of the football team.
Your heart almost stopped when he pulled out the red crystal necklace that had previously adorned your neck. Not even seconds after the two of you were pushed into the small space of a broom closet. Juyeon was smiling at you shyly, his cheeks slightly reddened, probably from the alcohol.
"So uhm... Can I bite you?" "Sure." He shrugged. You had only been joking, making a reference to the fact that you were wearing a vampire costume, you had expected him to laugh about the bad joke, but the way he was so unaffected by it and the fact that you were playing seven minutes in heaven after all made you unable to back down.
However, being a decent human begin, even when tipsy, you decided to go for his lips first. As the two of you melted into the kiss, you felt his large hands find leverage at your hips. Your lips started to move lower, to the skin of his neck and collarbones, sucking and nibbling on it to leave a trail of little purple marks.
It was easy to tell Juyeon was enjoying himself by the noises that left his lips and to say you weren't enjoying yourself would be quite a lie.
Every once in a while he would pull you up again so your lips could meet, fueled by the sexual tension in the room and the alcohol both of you had consumed prior.
The doors opened again, way too early for your liking. What was worse was the kind of walk of shame that followed. All eyes on you, they were all aware you had just made out with Juyeon in the broom closet.
Your head was hanging low in embarrassment, all the confidence you had suddenly gone. "Well, seems like Y/N had quite a good time sucking Juyeon’s blood!" The football team captain announced loudly, patting his teammates back, making a similar reference to your costume as you had done.
"Oh, because you're a Vampire!" Juyeon's eyes suddenly widened in realization. You looked at him dumbfounded, was he just now realizing that? The whole time, was he just thinking you were some random creep asking to bite people?
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Hello there! Can I request a fic for your 5-year anniversary drabble game, please? Something like "the boyz juyeon + regency au". I think you're an amazing writer and I love your work! And congratulations on your 5 years on Tumblr. Thank you :)
thank you for your request and kind words, I hope you enjoy this!
5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!
(update: I've written a sequel to this story, lilacs and roses!)
REQUESTS OPEN!!
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Title: What the Heart Wants
Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader
Note: it might be assumed that the reader is fem based on the story’s time period, but I’ve tried to remove all gender-identifying information regarding the reader to make it as gender neutral as possible
Word count: 963
Warnings: n/a
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When the door to the balcony opens behind you, when you hear footsteps tapping across the stone, all you do is sigh. “If you come out here, people will talk, my lord.”
Juyeon steps up to the balcony railing next to you. You can feel him looking at you, even if you don’t return his gaze. “I know.”
Sighing loudly, you step away. “Stop making this harder than it has to be.”
“I could say the same to you.”
You give in to the urge to turn toward the man you love, pinching the bridge of your nose in a futile effort to hide the emotion prickling behind your eyes. “You’re the one with the power to stop pursuing me,” you snap. “End it, and look at someone else.”
For a long moment, Juyeon only looks at you. His eyes remain soft despite your sharp words. “Would it were that I could,” he finally says slowly, “I would have already done that a long time ago.” He takes a step forward, and though your mind screams for you to step back, not a single muscle in your body will allow you to move.
“But in every room,” he murmurs, close enough for his breath to ghost across your lips, “it seems my eyes only search for you.”
You grasp the balcony with a vice grip, knuckles turning pale as you hold yourself against Juyeon’s gaze. “Well, they shouldn’t,” you say, voice cracking on the last word. “It’s not my season. It’s past my time. You should be looking at the others in the ballroom, the ones who are really here to be married, not a spinster like me -”
“If you marry me, you will be a spinster no longer.”
You freeze.
Juyeon takes another step forward, so gentle, so calm, so at ease in contrast to all the emotions whirling sharply in your own chest. His eyes remain steady upon yours, and it all just doesn’t make sense.
He was a rake, the very definition of one. While respectful as far as you were concerned, you know Juyeon had no intention of settling down until very recently - the entire ton did. When he did finally show up to the first ball of the season as an eligible bachelor, every debutant and their mama was there, clamoring for his attention.
You were only there to guide your younger sister, newly debuted that season and terribly shy. Your time had passed. Your entire family had accepted you would be a spinster - a drag on your family’s finances for certain, but at least your brother cared for you and would not let you starve - you weren’t supposed to steal the light from your young, sweet sister. You weren’t supposed to put yourself at the center of the ton’s attention, the main source of news in every one of Lady Whistledown’s society papers. You weren’t supposed to capture the eye of a rake.
And most certainly you weren’t supposed to fall in love with him, either.
A thousand emotions rise in your chest and it takes all of your effort to swallow them down. Juyeon - he’s chased you around these balls, tormented you with his gentle smiles and laughing eyes, torn down each thorny bramble you’d grown around your heart with his strong hands and sweet touch. He pursued you, and you have been so scared, so terrified you would just be another one of his old conquests that you bloodied his skin with your barbed refusals and bladed attacks, but now he’s saying he would marry you and -
Too late, you realize you’re trembling. From emotion or cold, you aren’t sure, but when Juyeon takes the hand that’s been holding the balcony railing and folds it into his, you finally feel like you can breathe.
“You want to marry me.” Your voice, barely a whisper, surely couldn’t have reached Juyeon’s ears over the muted din of the music in the ballroom.
But it does, somehow, because Juyeon nods, taking the final step forward to slot himself against you. “I do,” he says quietly, and with those two words your final defenses drop, and you allow him to come into you, pressing his lips to yours.
He is - strong. And steady. And so, so warm. You gasp into his lips, trying to catch your breath as your heart pounds, and Juyeon only takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling you flush to his chest.
For how long you stay there, locked in each other’s embrace, you don’t know. All you know is that when you do split apart, Juyeon is looking at you like you hung all the stars in the sky.
On your part, it feels like if you let go of him, the entire world will fall to pieces.
“Marry me, Y/N,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours. “I do not think I could stand to be without you in my arms for a moment longer.”
There are tears in your eyes. You only register them when one of Juyeon’s hands shifts up your cheek to wipe a tear from the side of your face, the brush of his thumb gentle as his firm hold on your waist.
He loves you, you realize, staring into Juyeon’s sparkling eyes. He loves you - truly loves you, loves you enough to turn against expectation, to chase you through the thorny maze of your emotions to show you his own heart beating for you.
Just as your own heart beats for him.
You nod once, twice, three times. Juyeon’s eyes light up as you do, relief shattering over his expression as you open your mouth to speak.
“I will, Juyeon,” you whisper, kissing him softly. “I will marry you.”
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THE BOYZ MASTERLIST
-- guide: angst (a), fluff (f), suggestive (sg) || p.s. links are under cut!!
kim sunwoo
why do i even like him? (f)/(a)
sohn youngjae
san sebastian (f) - part one
goodbye san sebastian (f) - part two
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In The Practice Room - Lee Juyeon
W/C: 4.2K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!
Warnings: Smut, pole dancing, explicit language, public sex, boob play, nipple sucking, palming, clit stimulation, fingering, pet/nicknames, unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), mirror sex, scratching, aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
“Ju, are you sure you’re allowed to show me?” You ask as he leads you down the hallway towards the practice room. He was holding your hand as he was leading you. “Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise for Deobi?” He pushes the door open and pulls you inside before shutting it, eleven poles were set up around the room.
“But I want to show you, you should see it before we take it to the stage,” He says as he releases your hand. “Trust me, you should see it,” He moves towards the stereo. “And I also need your thoughts and opinion about it,” You nod your head and move towards him to stand near the stereo.
“Okay, but I think you’re asking the wrong person about an opinion,” You say and lean against the table. “I know when someone dances well, but I’m not an expert, you know that, right?”
“I know,” He says. “But, just watch and then let me know what you think, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he makes his way towards one of the poles. “Can you hit the play button for me, it’s on the right track,” You nod your head and pick up the button to press play on the stereo, you put it down and turn to look in his direction and watch as he grips onto the pole.
Juyeon had told you that they were working on a special stage for a song, but you didn’t think it was with poles. You watch as his body moves, and he makes the pole part of everything, it is like they have become one. You feel your jaw drop as you watch him grip the pole, his veins form on his hands and slowly travel up his arms, you have no idea where to look, his hands, his body or his face. The song ends, and another one begins playing, pulling you out of your trance.
“Oh,” You mumble as you quickly scramble to pick up the remote again to switch the stereo off, you finally stop the song and put the remote down before slowly turning around to find a smiling Juyeon looking at you as if he had just not pole dancing. “I… That was…” You weren’t sure how to respond to what you had just seen. “Ju…” He makes his way up to you. “I…”
“I don’t know if your reaction is a good thing or a bad thing,” He says. He stops in front of you, and you can feel how heated your cheeks are. “So, was it a good or bad?”
“I, well, it was good,” You say. “It was good, I… wasn’t expecting that,” You slowly nod your head, trying to find the right words to say. “But uh… that was hot, Ju,” You could see something flicker in his eyes before he stepped closer to you, his hands moving to your waist and gripping you.
“It was?” He asks and pulls you flush against him, his crotch presses against yours, and you feel your cheeks heating up more and feel your stomach drop. “How hot?”
“Fucking hot…” You breathe out. You close the distance between you both, kissing him hotly and hungrily, your hand moves to the back of his head and curl your fingers into his locks, he slowly backs you up until your back hits the wall near the stereo, and your mind is growing fuzzy as your skin was slowly heating up, the air surrounding you was slowly becoming hot. “Ju…” You mutter against his lips, he bites your bottom lip before pulling at it and releasing it. “Ju…” His lips travel down your neck and his hands slide over your hips and your ass before squeezing just below your ass cheeks. “Fuck, Ju…” His large hands were creating such a warmth, and you could feel his fingers pressing close to your pussy.
“Hmm, yes?” He mutters against your neck between kisses. You could feel yourself growing wet at his low tone and at how he was touching and kissing you.
“We’re in the practice room,” You say. You didn’t want to stop, but you had to, anyone could walk in on you like this. “We should go home,” He pulls back and looks at you, some strands of his hair had fallen over his eyes that had now darkened with lust and need, and a hunger to have and taste you. “Ju, fuck.”
“Let’s lock the door,” He mutters. He releases the back of your legs and takes a step back, your hand falls away from his hair and your other hand drops from his shoulder. “Home is too far away right now,” Your eyes fall to his pants and see a slight tent forming. He turns away and makes his way towards the door, you hear the lock click as he locks it, and you can feel your heart rate picking up. Were you about to have sex with the man you loved in a practice room? Yes, yes you were.
He makes his way back to you with long and quick strides before pushing you against the wall, your hands instantly move to his shoulders to grip him, his hands grip your shirt and pull it upwards and places his hands flush against your bare skin, his hands were warm as he slid them over your ribs and towards your breasts that were being held by your bra.
“We should turn the music on,” You mutter. “Nobody would hear anything over how loud it's been turned,” He nods his head and pulls one hand away from you and retracts it from underneath your shirt and reaches for the remote to turn the stereo on again. Music quickly fills the room, and he drops the controller before his hand is right back underneath your shirt and making its way to your boob. He cups your breasts through your bra and slowly kneads his fingers into them, the palms of his hands rub against your nipples through the bra, and you can feel yourself growing wetter.
“This feels so bad, yet so good,” He mutters as he leans his head closer to you, you tilt your head back and close your eyes as you feel his nose brush along your neck before his lips press against your collarbone.
“It’s naughty of us,” You mumble as you move one of your hands to the back of his head and slowly massage your fingers into his scalp as his locks move between your fingers. “But it makes it a little exciting,” He pulls back, and you immediately pull your hands away from him and open your eyes as he grips the hem of your shirt, you lift your arms and let him remove your shirt.
“We’ll worry about the rest later,” He says with a half smirk on his lips as he drops your shirt to the floor, he reaches for the hem of your bra and lifts it upwards as well, removing it swiftly. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and pull it upwards, making sure that your knuckles are making contact with his skin as you remove it. He lifts his arms, and you pull his shirt off, dropping the piece of fabric where yours had landed. He moves closer to you and dips his head lower and presses his forehead against your chest, his lips touch your skin, and you feel him leaving soft kissing along your skin.
“Hmm, Ju…” You mumble. His lips quickly make their way to your nipple and within seconds they latch onto your nipple, and he begins sucking on it. “Fuck… your mouth feels so good,” You press a hand against his abdomen and slowly slide your hand lower, moving it over the fabric of his bottoms before finding the growing bulge in his pants, you cup it and slowly rub your hand along it. “Ju…” The sensation of his mouth on your nipple was causing your skin to grow hotter, and you could feel sweat slowly building up on your skin. Your stomach muscles twitch as you feel his hand press against your abdomen and slowly move lower, his fingers slip into your pants, and you feel his hand cup your mound through your panties before his hand moves lower, and you feel his fingers press against your folds.
“Ohh, fucking… hell, Ju,” You mutter. You could feel his breathing against your breast, and you could hear how loud it was becoming. Your eyes shut as you feel his fingers push against the fabric of your panties and push them between your folds. “Hmm, hmm,” Your hand continues to rub his cock through his pants, and you could feel him growing harder as the seconds ticked by. “Ju…” His fingers press against your clit through the fabric, and you feel yourself instantly growing wetter as he begins to rub the bundle of nerves. “Ohh, Ju…” His other hand cups your boob and slides his thumb over your nipple before circling the pad of his finger over the bud, the feeling that was coursing through you was unexplainable, but it was causing your breathing to become heavier and the room to grow hotter.
You could feel your insides knotting together as an orgasm was slowly building inside you, the way his mouth felt and the way his finger felt on your clit and how he was playing with your other nipple with his fingers were causing your mind to spin, you felt like you were starting to float with how good it was feeling.
He pulls his finger away from your clit, and you feel him pull the fabric away from between your folds before you felt his fingers slip between them and slide towards your entrance, you lick your lips and take your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel the tips of his fingers push inside you, and slowly stretch your walls to have two fingers fit inside you, you could feel your juices moving around his fingers and between your folds, as he begins thrusting them in and out of you at a slow pace, you swore you could hear the sound of your juices moving over the loud music.
“Ju, fuck, it feels so good, ohh, fucking, shit…” You moan as your toes curl inside your shoes from the pleasure going through you. You slide your hand upwards and away from his bulge before you push your hand into his pants and underwear.
“Hmm, arghh,” He groans against your tit as he feels your hand touch his throbbing cock. Your fingers wrap around his length, and you slowly slide your hand along his girth towards the base of it, you could feel the prominent vein on his cock, and you swore you felt it throb for a second. “Hmm, hmm,” Your hand reaches the base of his cock, and you turn your hand as you move to cup his balls. “Argh,” You felt his lips release your nipple for a split second as he groaned with pleasure.
“Feels good, Ju?” You ask in a teasing tone. You open your eyes halfway to look down at him through lidded eyes, a smirk on your lips as you feel him harshly suck on your nipple. “Fuck, thought so,” You feel a third finger slip inside you, which causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head before your eyes shut once more. “Juuuu,” His thumb presses against your pussy and slowly slides along it before he reaches your clit. “FUCK!” Your legs twitch as his thumb pressed hard against your clit before he slowly rubs circles over the sensitive nub. “Ju, oh, fucking, shit, shit…” Your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you felt the tension inside you only growing. “F-Fuck, Ju…” You could feel a hot, tingling sensation going up your legs. “Ju…” Your head tilts back, and you feel your walls pulse around his fingers. “I’m gonna… J-Ju…” Your back arches and his fingers curl inside you, which causes something inside you to snap.
“JUYEON!” You loudly moan as you come undone, and you turn your head from side to side as stars fly past your vision from behind your lids, your mind feels like it is floating through the clouds as your body shakes with pleasure, at that moment you didn’t care how you were still able to stand, you just knew that everything felt good, your mind and body felt amazing. “JU, FUCK!” He tugs on your nipple with his mouth which causes your walls to clench at the feeling, he releases the bud as he feels your hand squeezing his balls.
“That’s it, baby, just like that for me,” He mumbles and moves his hand to your wrist and pulls your hand from his pants, you release his balls and immediately grip his hand, squeezing it as you’re going through your high. “Feels good, huh?” You slowly descend from your high, your chest heaves up and down as you breathe loudly.
“Fuck…” You mutter. He slowly pulls his fingers out from you, making you feel every inch of them as he does, and purposely slides them over your clit, making your knees twitch. “Ju…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll pick you up in just a minute, baby,” He says. His fingers curl around your waistband, and you release his hand so he can use both to remove your pants. You grip his shoulders as he pushes your pants down to your ankles along with your panties before bending down, your nails dig into his shoulders as you keep yourself from falling. “Lift one foot,” You do as he says, and you feel him remove your shoe and sock and pants leg before you switch sides, and he does the same to the other side. “Good girl,” He stands upright and pushes his pants down along with his underwear, he steps out of them before he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms around you. “Jump,”
“Fuck…” You mutter before jumping, your legs instantly wrap around him and your ankles hook together behind his back as he pushes you against the wall. “Fuck, that’s cold,” You feel his cock rub against your pussy. His hand slides over your ass before taking his cock into his hands and moving it over your folds, you felt him rub the head of his cock over your folds before moving it between them. “Juu, fuck, fuck,” He circles your clit with his cock before slowly moving his length towards your entrance.
“Fuck, you’re just so wet for me, you’re fucking soaked,” He says. You feel the tip press against your entrance before you feel it easily slip into you. “Fucking hell, so warm, so ready for me,” You feel him slowly pushing into you, he was making you feel every single inch of him with the slow and agonising pace he was pushing into you.
“Juu, fuck, ohh, shit, you feel so fucking good, fuck,” You moan and press your head against the wall, your walls were pulsing as the feeling of him filling you to the brim. “Fucking hell…”
“So good, baby, so fucking delicious,” He mumbles. He pauses once he is fully buried inside you, both of you breathing hard and taking a moment to take everything in. He could feel your juices already sliding over his balls from how wet you were. “Fuck, you make it impossible to resist you,” He pulls you away from the wall, and your arms wrap around him as he walks across the room.
“FUCK, JU!” You gasp as your back hits a colder surface, and you quickly realize you were pressed up against the mirror. “Fuck, Ju… oh, my fucking gosh,” The mixed feeling of hot and cold was making your body more sensitive than it already was, he wraps his arms around your legs, hooking your knees over his arms and presses his hands against the mirror, spreading you wide open for him. “F-Fuck, J-Ju…” The feeling of his cock shifting into a new position instantly made your insides tighten and tense.
“Fuck, you feel so good…” He mutters and slowly begins moving his hips, you press your head against the mirror and your jaw slacks as you feel his cock slowly slide along your walls before he thrusts back in. “Fuck, so good, such a good fucking feeling around me, baby,” Your toes curl in pleasure as his movements pick up before settling at just the right pace for you both.
“J-Ju, fuck, ohh, shit,” You moan and grip his back, your nails bite into his skin as you claw at his skin. “Fucking… s-shit,” He leans closer and presses open-mouthed kisses against your neck, you could feel his pubic bone faintly brushing against your clit which was making you needier.
“Babe…” He groans as he feels your walls pulse around him slowly. “Fuck, it feels so nice to be balls deep inside you,” His words were filthy, and it was only driving you closer to an orgasm. He shifts your body slightly, and you feel him rest his head on your shoulder and feel his breathing against your chest. “Fuck, what a sight,” Your walls squeeze around him as he said those words.
“You’re watching?” You whimper and roll your hips forward, making him groan as he watched his cock disappear into you before reappearing, coated in your juices and glistening from it.
“It’s such a pretty sight,” He mumbles. He thrusts forward harshly, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as you feel his pubic bone hitting your sensitive clit. “Fuck, how did that feel, baby?” You scratch along his shoulder blades before settling your grip onto his shoulders.
“S-so good,” You stutter out, feeling yourself running out of breath as he brushes against it again. “Fuck, Juyeon, fuck,” You lean your head closer to him. “Do it again,” You manage to whisper into his ear, which causes his hips to stutter for a slight second.
“Do it again, is that what you want, baby?” He asks before his hips harshly snap into yours, making you moan into his ear. “Fuck, it sounds like it,” You press your lips against his neck just below his ear. “How about I find that sweet spot also?” Your nose brushes against his earlobe, and he feels a shiver going up his spine as his mind begins spinning.
“I dare you,” You whisper into his ear before taking the lobe between your teeth. You feel his arms shift underneath your legs before you feel him hit from a different angle inside you. “Hmm, mh,” You release his earlobe and gasp as you feel the head of his cock brush right against that one spot that makes you see stars. “FUCK, JUYEON!”
“That was quick,” He mutter before pulling his hips back. “Fuck, are you gonna come for me if I hit again?” You feel his hips slowly move closer to yours, his cock sinking back inside you at such a slow pace. “Gonna make a mess for me?” You shift your hips forward before you feel him move his hips back.
“Juuuu, fuck, yes, yes, give it to me,” You whine. You need to feel his cock hit that spot, just a brush against it made you feel needy for the sensational feeling that would course through you. “Fuuck, I need to feel it.”
“So cute,” He chuckles before thrusting forward, your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut, tears form in the corner of your eyes as his cock hits that spot just at the right angle and at the right speed.
“JUYEON!” You cry out and feel the tension inside you growing at a rapid pace, he pulls back and repeats the movement, going faster this time, and each time his pubic bone hit your clit as well as your sweet spot. “FUCK, FUCK, JUYEON!” Tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as you feel your walls pulsing erratically around him, you were close, and he knew it. “JUYEON, I’M GONNA…” You were caught off by your gasp, your heart was pounding fast and everything was spinning. “JUYEEOONN!” He could feel his balls slowly tightening as your walls were milking his cock for an orgasm.
“Come on, baby, let it go,” He mutters and lifts his head, your breathing stops for a moment as you feel his hot breath against your neck. “Let it go,” He grunts lowly into your ear, which sends you over the edge almost instantly, stars explode behind your lids and your mind spins from ecstasy.
“JUYEON, OH, MY GOSH!” You moan loudly as the tension inside you snaps, and a hot tingling sensation runs through your body as you come undone, the feeling is indescribable, and the pleasure you feel is practically addicting. “JUYEON!”
“F-fuck, that’s it, ju-just like that,” He groans. He could feel your juices spilling from around his cock and splatter onto the front of his thighs, the feeling of it was pushing him closer to the edge. “B-baby, fuck,” He could feel your body shaking in his arms are you were going through your high, he could barely hear your little moans and whimpers over the loud music. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close too, baby,” He could feel the tightening feeling slowly creeping along his cock towards the head of it.
“FUCK, JU!” You cry out and slide one of your hands to the back of his head, twisting his locks between your fingers and tugging on it. “FUCK!” You were rocking your hips to get yourself through the high. “Fuck, fuck, ohhh, hmm,” Your walls clamp down around him as you begin coming down from your high, and you feel his hips snap into you before he begins rapidly and sloppily thrusting into you. “Fuck, that’s it, Ju, fuck,” You breathe out, trying to encourage him as he comes undone, his load spills into you, and you could feel yourself growing fuller as the seconds go by. “Fuck… fuck, Ju,” Your walls continue to pulse around him at the thought of his cum filling you and mixing with yours.
“Y/N!” He moans loudly, his mind spins in pleasure as he rapidly rocks his hips into yours to get him through his high. “FUCK!” His breathing was loud as grunts and groans left his mouth every few seconds. “FUCK!” Your fingers massage into his scalp as you roll your hips against him, trying to help him through the feeling.
“That’s it, Ju, fuck, feels so good when you do that,” You mumble. You could feel his hips slowing down after a few more seconds and his cock slowly growing soft inside you as he was spilling the last bit of his cum inside you. “So good…” You mumble as you open your eyes, you blink several times to adjust to the lighting and loosen your grip on his shoulder. His hips were completely still against yours, and the only sound that now filled the room was the stereo playing. You both pant loudly as you try and catch your breath and let the afterglow settle in.
He was fully pressed against you as you were still held up against the mirror, he could feel your mixed releases rolling over his balls before they reached his upper thighs, he slowly and carefully lowered your legs before gently lowering your feet to the floor and letting you stand on your own, your legs feel shaky, and you weren’t sure how you would walk out of here without giving anything away.
“Ohm, hmm,” You whimper as you feel your mixed juices spilling from you and slowly begin leaking down your inner thighs, the warm wet sticky feeling was making you relive wet had just happened moments ago.
“Are you okay?” He asks in a soft tone. He still hadn’t lifted his head to look at you. “Did you feel uncomfortable?” You could hear something different in his tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask if you wanted to do it here, I just… assumed, I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” You quickly lean your head back and tug on the back of his head, making him look at you.
“Ju…” You mumble. “I wasn’t uncomfortable, if I didn’t want to do this, I would have said so,” You move to cup his jaw, gently pressing your fingers into his cheeks. “I was comfortable with this, I would have told you, you know that…” His eyes search yours for any sign that you are feeling uncomfortable. “This… sure it felt wrong, but the thrill of it, the absolute dirtiness of it, fuck…” He could see something flash through your eyes before it disappeared. “I’m okay, it felt amazing, Ju, absolutely wonderful,” He nods his head as a smile begins forming on his lips. “But now, we should go home and take a shower, because I’m probably dripping onto the floor right now.”
“Right, right, yes,” He says and quickly pulls back, sliding out from you and causing your legs to almost give underneath you. “Oh, I got you, I got you,” He says as he wraps his arms around you and holds you upright.
“Next time, a little slower,” You say as he begins guiding you towards where your clothes are, and to turn off the stereo. “Are you okay? Were you comfortable?” He hums and nods his head.
“I’m good, all good, it felt amazing,” He says. “Maybe one day we should do it again.”
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : a series!
[7 OF 11 NOW CUFFED!] ; it's cuffing season! — and the boyz are in for quite the adventure as they learn to juggle school, work, friends, and love.
starring: the boyz, f!reader
genre: college au, fluff, humor, comfort, assorted pairings
word count: 216k/?? // at least 20k+ words per part
**note: the main plotline (the 4 szns) can be read completely as stand-alones. all other spin-offs can also technically be read as stand-alones, but some might require context from the main plotline. (all prev yns will appear as __!yn)
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a/n: i'm very excited for this series tbh and i really hope i retain the strength to finish it 🤧 a great way to help me out tho is to blow this post up by reblogging, esp since tumblr gatekeeps the actual fics when they're published :')
SEASON ONE: PARTY PEOPLE — jacob b.
yours and jacob's mutual friend kevin is convinced that you're meant to be, even if he only just met you. (trailer, 34k)
SEASON TWO: FLIGHT RISK — eric s.
you and eric met on an airplane, and that's where you thought it would end, but clearly the universe has a different plan in mind. (trailer, 30k)
SEASON THREE: OFF THE RECORD — j. changmin (parts 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈)
everyone thinks changmin is cute and harmless, but you know that's not who he really is. (trailer, 36k)
SEASON FOUR: AIN'T NO ROMEO — l. hyunjae
your best friend hyunjae ain't no romeo, but you're still in love... so let's hope he doesn't find out you wrote a whole play about him! (trailer, 30k)
— spin-offs & side adventures.
RHAPSODY ANONYMOUS — k. sunwoo
you never thought your humble, little podcast would ever touch somebody's soul like it did one kim sunwoo's. (trailer, 28k)
RESCUE PROTOCOL — kevin m.
another summer break, another annual trip to the lake! except, it seems like when you and kev get there, you'll have to make some tweaks to the original rescue protocol. (trailer, 29k)
AT YOUR CONVENIENCE — k. younghoon
neither you nor younghoon were party people, but you did find love in the convenience store down the block. (trailer, 29k)
HOT COMMODITY — j. haknyeon
no matter how many times he's been to this restaurant, haknyeon swears he's not just here for the cute waitress. (trailer, __)
PINKY SWEAR — c. chanhee
you and chanhee are far from the years of pinky swears, but here you are, still lacing fingers after all this time. (trailer, __)
THE REVEAL — l. sangyeon
does sangyeon really have a secret girlfriend? well... let's find out. (trailer, __)
CLASS(Y) ACTION — l. juyeon
nothing is more cutthroat than the legal sphere, and sometimes we have to find allies in the strangest places—even if he spills coffee on you. (trailer, __)
EXTRA/"DELETED" SCENES
section under construction.
EXTRA, EXTRA CONTENT
— QUIZZES!
lmk what u got for a free smooch and a cookie 🤸♀️🥰
which love in unity boy will you be cuffing this year? (uquiz)
which love in unity boy will you be cuffing this school year? (**NEW & IMPROVED VER)
love in unity trivia !! for the main plot only (uquiz)
— ALT. READING ORDERS
if u want to read this series in timeline order, this is how it should be done: jacob/younghoon, eric/haknyeon, changmin/sunwoo, hyunjae/chanhee, sangyeon, kevin, juyeon
if u wanna read sungbeam's favorites: [under construction]
— SERIES TAGS: general series. any wip can be searched via "wip: _____" (usually just the initials, except for party people); or "the (member) fic™"
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[ 18+ ] . . . . . . . . will the inferno rekindle?
[ OUR INFERNO ] WORD COUNT : THREAD
OUR INFERNO elaborates the complexities within a relationship—the spark, the blaze, the pain. your love with hyunjae is a never ending fire; it's something so strong, so beautiful and powerful, that it suffocates you both into believing that your relationship would last, only for it to go down in flames.
C—URRENT WOR—D . C—OUNT : 22k
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—-—-— i want us to experience this journey together <3
OUR INFERNO —T—AGLIST <- | -> PERM—T—AGLIST
lovely beta readers : @simpforsunwoo @stealanity @drunkdrazed @winterchimez — they own my heart
THERE WILL BE A HAECHAN VERSION AS WELL
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Picture Perfect ~ Lee Juyeon (Yandere)
Warnings: Yandere, jerking off, sending pics, mad/crazy!juyeon
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It was a Friday night. Juyeon was sat in his dark bedroom, staring at the wall full of pictures. Pictures of you. At work, walking the streets, even at home. Juyeon was a master behind the camera, taking pictures of you when you didn't even notice. His favourite was one of his most recent ones, you standing in your bedroom, half naked.
Juyeon smiled holding the picture in his hands. He stared at the picture, imagining your body in his hands. As he let his mind wander, he felt himself getting hard.
"Oh fuck." He cursed.
Not being able to contain himself, Juyeon pulled his shorts and boxers down, letting his hard member spring free. He gently stroked himself, moaning softly, but then got a wicked idea. A small smirk rose to his lips.
Juyeon grabbed his phone and set it up so it was facing him. He was careful not to show his face, just his lower body, especially his dick. He then pressed record.
"Hmm... Y/n~"
Juyeon moaned out your name, touching himself gently. His eyes closed as he pictured your sweet face helping him. As he kept rubbing himself, he moaned louder, dreaming of you.
"Oh fuck...Y/n, so pretty~"
Before he knew it, Juyeon came hard all over his bed. He chuckled and kept touching himself before stopping the recording. After cleaning up quickly, Juyeon sent the video to you by an unknown number.
"My pretty girl, you'll soon fall for me~"
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You sat in your room, your phone pinged. You looked at it, seeing the unknown number and a video. You felt confused but watched it anyway.
"Hmm.... Y/n~"
Your blood ran cold hearing the moans and your name. You dropped your phone as the video continued to play, seeing a video of a man jerking off to you. As the video ended and you heard his voice again, you felt scared and worried. You knew you had to be careful, having a stalker now.
#au#kpop#the boyz#the boyz fanfic#juyeon#lee juyeon#yandere#kpop yandere#yandere oneshot#yandere fanfic#yandere x reader#x you#juyeon x reader#juyeon x you#yandere juyeon#request
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NOWHERE TO RUN
tbz scream (1996) au
𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 @: cloverdaisies
description: if the landline rings, remember to answer the questions 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. you don’t want to be locked in a house with a masked killer. a tbz au based on & inspired by (scream 1996).
warnings: mentions of violence, murder, blood. this is a work of fiction !!! however, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 … 🔪💀
member: tbz x you
channel: @deoboyznet
word count: 5k+
NEWS ANCHOR: “The murder of two high school students in the small town of Saltclover has led to the closure of their local high school due to an outbreak of pranks. Students wearing a costume sold as the grim reaper or as their calling it ‘ghost face’ have been heartlessly terrorizing this suburban school after the incident. This is Madeline Fox, Channel One News.”
♫ PSYCHO KILLER - TALKING HEADS plays faintly in the distance. ♫
🔪 10PM IN SALTCLOVER, 30th October 1996
“AGHHH!” A group of kids scream as a man adorning a ghostface mask whips his around from the corner of a tree. Then they scream again as they see another one behind them.
“Got ‘em.” Juyeon rips the mask of his face, high fiving Changmin as they both chuckle with enlightenment.
“Guys it’s not funny to be wearing those, nevermind scaring the little ones.” You sigh, stood on the front porch with a bowl of candy tucked between your elbow.
“They’re literally middle schoolers, too old to be trick or treating anyway. Besides what? You scared?” Changmin laughed, rubbing the mask in your face before walking inside, Juyeon chuckling shortly behind him.
The crackling of the log fire in the living room created a warm ambience, lighting up the room in an orange light. Duvets and pillows all messily lined across the floor as halloween played on the television on the opposite side of the room.
“And then she screams, the ghost is right behind her. She runs away he catches her and guts her like a fish. It was all a dream though.” Changmin burst into maniacal laughter before tucking himself into the sheets beneath him.
“What if, he caught her, bit off her fingers and became known as the finger ghost.” Juyeon adds with spooky jazz hands, crouched in front us, the both of them kept chuckling and watching your reactions, but nothing.
“You guys, two people we know literally died can you not take this a little bit more seriously?” You asked cocking an eyebrow towards the two boys who stared back blankly.
“The more fear you feel, the more you manifest the danger y/n.” Changmin sighed, grabbing the television remote began flicking the channels for another movie.
Eventually all the horror films that you’d all seen around 3 times over sent all 3 of you to sleep. As you slept soundly with locked doors, closed blinds, a black cat perched upon your windowsill looking out into the moon.
🔪7PM SALTCLOVER, 31st October 1996
♫ BACKSTREET BOYS - EVERYBODY, playing through the stereo system. ♫
Halloween was usually a time of harmless fun, where most normally functioning teenagers dressed in silly costumes and pretended they were in a movie as they trashed somebody else’s shitty house party. Unfortunately with a serial murderer running around it was hard for most of society to have fun, knowing someone in a grim reaper mask could show up any second and take your life from your hands. The boys didn’t seem to let such nuisance bother them as they all showed up to your home, wearing costumes from the classics to movie characters to musicians.
“Guys let’s play ring of fire!” Kevin suggested, suitably clothed in a ruby red leather outfit that resembled Michael Jackson’s from the iconic Thriller music video - seemingly he’d put a lot of effort into crafting the costume, that was much like Kevin. The boys each sprant to the kitchen to table, placing a huge cup in the middle of a circle of cards before each looking at Sangyeon hopefully, who wore a blue jumpsuit, in hand a Michael Myers Mask from the famous horror movie ‘Halloween’
“Oldest first.” Sunwoo, the green power ranger pointed towards the cards waiting for him to pick, a silly smirk painted on his face. “Youngest last.”
“That’s unfair but whatever.” Sangyeon grabbed a card picking up the 9 of hearts and flashing it to the table. “Nine is rhyme, so death.”
“Breath.” Haknyeon, wearing all black with a batman mask, quickly added as they began to go around the table reciting words that rhymed.
“Why’d you pick that? Because you’re breath stinks?” Hyunjae laughed pulling a silly face to the boy who hid behind a chuckle at the remark.
“I was actually thinking about yours.” Haknyeon replied cleverly, sticking his tongue out like a child and then looking at Sunwoo expectantly.
“Meth.” Sunwoo added bluntly.
“What I’ll be doing when I leave this place.” Chanhee, rolled his eyes taking a polite chug of his drink since he couldn’t think of a word that rhymed. He wore all red with glitter on his eyes, his skin glowed off the colour and his neatly arranged side part brought everything together.
The sound of the landline ringing and rattling on the kitchen wall interrupted the circle, Sangyeon sighed and got up as the rest of the boys chatted and carried on with the game.
“Hello Sangyeon. You know …”A mysterious low voice taunted him on the other end of the line, you could almost here the cheshire cat grin across the long eerie pause he left. “I think there’s a snake in the room, I see you’re wearing Michael’s costume quite appropriate for someone who is willing to stab their friends in the back.”
“Who’s this?” Sangyeon furrowed his brows and adjusted his posture as he awaited a reply from the caller.
“Answer the question right to survive, who said this ‘Changmin is so insufferable, I have no idea why we are still friends with him’? Little cut throat to say about a friend right?”
“Oh shutup, prank call another house.” Sangyeon almost let out a cackle at how pathetic the call was in his head, probably just one of their high school friends trying to scare him.
“If you hang up you die. I can see you smiling, how about I cut one into that face of yours smart ass.” The mysterious caller grew angry, spitting down the wire hating the ridicule and how unserious Sangyeon thought he was.
“Okay, listen I said it and what?” Sangyeon smiled, since he knew the answer even if this guy was going to kill him, he was going to be correct anyways.
“Incorrect.” The caller replied with a dubious snicker, the sound of him licking his lips grotesquely sounded crystal clear through the speaker.
“What?” Sangyeon laughed in disbelief, he definitely had said that to a few people before so there was no way on earth it wasn’t him - at least in his mind.
“Sunwoo said it, you agreed remember? Don’t you?” Suddenly, Sangyeon’s memory jogged, despite having repeated Sunwoo’s words he wasn’t the first person to say such a thing.
“Who are you?” Sangyeon demanded to know the caller’s identity, his anger made evident as he gritted his teeth and gripped the halloween mask between his fist damp with fear.
“You didn’t even get to the next round. It was horror movie trivia! Snakes don’t survive in this world and as they always say oldest first!” The caller laughed before the phone was slammed into the receiver by Sangyeon, who then stormed up to the bathroom to cool off.
“What’s wrong with him?” Sunwoo asked, as he looked around at the silence on the table, the boys each staring blankly at each other as if there was something he’d missed whilst he’d went to retrieve a beer.
“Well, I walked past and whoever was on the phone said he’d been talking about Changmin behind his back with Sunwoo.” Jacob replied talking a sip of his drink obliviously, wearing a red polo and green apron with a shitty cardboard prop that read “PIZZA DELIVERY” in his own hand writing.
“Listen Changmin, we didn’t mean it like that-.” Sunwoo tried to excuse himself before Changmin who had dressed as Chucky slammed his palms on the table and walked out, tears in his eyes, into the garden for some air, Hyunjae following closely behind him in his Boy George costume.
“Guys we shouldn’t figh-” Younghoon tried to mediate but ultimately failed, the white garments and halo clearly not doing him any favors in trying to play peacemaker in this little argument.
“Let’s not try solve this right now, quite frankly I can’t be bothered.” Juyeon slammed his beer down on the table next to you, picking up the lasso for his Indiana Jones get up and also walking out on to the patio to observe the night.
“Roger that.” Eric further got up, his blonde hair slicked back and an orange scarf tied around his neck. He made probably the most accurate ‘Fred’ from scooby doo you’d ever seen.
🔪 HEY Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?
🔪.
It made you happy to see everyone dressed up and get together at times like this, however you couldn’t bare to see everyone argue over such childish stuff like he said this? he that? bullshit.
Still the party is lively nethertheless, Juyeon appears from the patio seemingly having brought more beers from the garage in his hands.
Before he even began to speak a bloodcurdling scream bellows through the hallways, the sound of footsteps dashing downstairs and muffled tears getting closer to the kitchen.
“It’s Sangyeon, he’s dead! The front door is wide open, someone came in and killed him.” Chanhee screams, the palms of his hands covered in blood, trembling in fear with tears falling down his face. Juyeon gets up and dashes up the stairs followed by Sunwoo and soon Hyunjae as he hears the commotion.
Kevin calls the police, on the kitchen landline and you run to hug Chanhee and sit up down on one of the chairs as you shush and cradle him.
Soon sirens were arriving and red and blue lights flashed through the windows, who could of done this? It can’t be one of us? Surely.
🔪. 2.AM IN SALTCLOVER, 1st November 1996
News Anchor: “A killer is indeed on the loose, at a local house party where locals teens were celebrating the halloween season, they found their friend in the bathroom murdered. The police have advised no one to leave their homes until further notice.”
♫ SOMEBODYS WATCHING ME - ROCKWELL ♫ playing over the following scene.
“I mean how did he even get into my house? You don’t understand I’m terrified!” You fiddle with the wire of the telephone as the police search through your home. Eric on the other end of the line agrees, tries to calm you down a little bit, but at the same time he’s seemingly also chill about the situation.
You’d all been questioned on the scene, and whilst they tried to catch the killer who could be nearby, any extra evidence collection was postponed until further notice.
“We’re all done here.” A police officer pops his head through the crack of your door, you quickly ended the call, briefly saying bye to Eric. “Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight?” He further asked taking off his hat and giving you a comforting smile.
“Yeah I’ll manage.” You reply with a nod, knowing you were smart enough to keep everything under control on your own.
As the officer and forensic clean up team left, you closed your bedroom door feeling to ill to use the upstairs bathroom with the events of tonight. Before the landline began to rattle and ring on your bedside table again.
“What Eric?” You laugh picking up the phone expecting him to be there on the other end of the line again like he always was, yapping for hours and unable to control his talkative tendencies.
“Hi y/n.. how’s your evening.” A low unrecognizable male voice speaks through the line, you tangle your fingers in the wire and stand to look out of your bedroom window.
“Who’s this?” You ask with an eyebrow raised, a shiver tickling your spine at the sheer depth of his voice.
“How about I get to know you first, what’s your favorite horror movie?” He asked tauntingly, his breath heavy and menacing.
“Hmm.. Probably Friday the 13th why?” You answered the question before rolling your eyes, thinking a man had probably been looking for people to prank call in yellow pages and stumbled across you.
“Well answer me this question, I can see you looking outside but no one is there honey.” He spoke with a sly chuckle after pretty much every word he said and that’s when slight fear started to cross your mind.
“Exactly no one’s there, you’re just trying to scare me liar.” You laugh at him trying to scare you, after all there’s plenty of creeps out there and so many ghostface wannabes. He couldn’t possibly strike twice in one night.
“Oh but don’t you see I am.” With that a firework was set off on your front porch causing your breath to fall short, watching the red lights hit your window causing you to fall back on to your bed clumsily.
“What do you want from me?” You tremble slightly but assert confidence in your voice as he tries to taunt you from the outside.
“Oh I just want you to answer my questions.” You could hear the nature from outside, the trees rustling behind him as he spoke.
“What if I just hang up?” You asked before you heard him begin shouting down the line in a vicious tone about how idiotic you were being.
“Then I’ll gut you like a fish you clever bitch.” He spat clearly violently annoyed you were not taking him seriously, which irked him to the core. Covering your mouth, you realized he was being serious, this is what happened to Sangyeon on the phone? tears beginning to well as he begins to ask his question.
“In the movie Friday the 13th, what happened to the camp in 1958 that made it close?” He asked you a question about the movie you’d seen so many times, you can’t possibly get it wrong.
“Oh,I know this! Jason drowned and everyone thought he was dead..” You bit your lip anxiously, hand shaking, but you knew it ! That’s how Jason got away with it, they all thought he was dead!
“Incorrect. That was in 1957, there was a serial murder at the camp in 1958-” After he spoke those words you slammed the phone down, you should have thought more about your answer but you couldn’t help but think he would have killed you if you’d gotten it right anyway.
You almost wanted to crawl into a hole as the phone line ended, before you heard an immense crash echoing through halls and coming the front door. Footsteps creaking on the staircase, the end was near as the black fabric of his suit trailed the wooden floors.
You grabbed your star light, the metal cage that housed a bulb was the sharpest object in the room before creeping towards your bedroom door, locking it, ready to strike. You weren’t the dumb character in their horror movie, you were the smart one who put up a fight, you will be the one that escapes.
A knock at your door made your heart beat faster before a series of banging, splitting the wood of the door as the killer burst through in the grim reaper mask, gripping a sharp silver dagger.
You threw the lamp with every bit of strength and the killer fell to the ground with the metal wires of the light lodged in his stomach. You ran past him before he got up and chased you down the staircase, grabbing anything on your way and throwing it right at him. You tried to get out the front door but it was bolted shut and ghostface mask grabbed the back of your shirt holding you against him with the knife to your neck. Complying with him by putting your hands up before suddenly breaking free of his grip and pushing his hand away, it was clear he wanted to hear you scream and at least hear you suffer before being able to kill you.
After managing to escape you dash into the kitchen, throwing a chair to break the patio doors which were likely also locked and ran around towards the back gate, also bolted shut and nowhere near budging.
The killer stood at the end of the alleyway next to your house, slowly stepping closer as your back pressed against the back gate. Next to your foot there was a brick that prevented the gate from swinging open in the night, grabbing it you lobbed it straight towards the killer, hitting him square where he was already injured.
“How dare you kill my friends asshole.” You yelled at the top of your lungs before placing both feet on the metal bars of the fence and jumping over with a struggle, barely landing on your feet. You ran onto the street in front of your house and yelled for help, before you saw headlights driving towards you.
The worn down brick red car only belonged to one person you knew, Juyeon who stuck his head out of the window and called your name as you looked at him with fear in your eyes. Panicked with no other option, you ran towards the passenger door swung it open with the last of your strength and got in.
“Darling what happened?” Juyeon looked at you with concern, his eyes then scanning the wind mirrors and rear view as you told him to drive over and over again in pure terror that you wouldn’t make it out in time.
“He got in again, he was asking me about all these horror movies and tried to kill me-“ You rambled on out of breath, your body covered in tiny cuts and bruises from all the falling and colliding with things.
“Well you escaped, that’s the main thing.” The only words Juyeon could find were those, as he exhaled his smoke with the burning cigarette he held outside the car window.
“I guess so, why are you driving up here anyway?” You manage to gather your thoughts and slightly move away from the original problem at hand, since if you thought about it anymore you would force yourself into a heart attack.
“I was actually coming to check on you, I mean your parents being away is not exactly ideal in the current climate. Your phone line has been engaged for the past hour.” Despite this being a believable statement, you still couldn’t understand his suspiciously peaceful composure.
You looked at him observing his tranquil features as he looked back you with a pair of innocent doe eyes, almost a face you believed read “how could little ol’ me do anything wrong?” Perhaps you were overthinking everything.
“What?” He looked at you confused, making sure to do a double take at the face you were pulling. “You don’t think I’m the killer do you?” He added a slight chuckle of disbelief before pointing to himself with his other hand on the wheel.
“No. Obviously not. He was in the house, you’re here.” You shake away your thoughts and turn your attention to the view from out the window, the houses, the cars and anything else you could analyze but him.
“I think you’re suspicious, I can’t lie.” He took another puff of the cigarette and shook his head, the black streak of hair he kept gelled moving towards one side.
“I’m not! The more you say I am the more I’m going to assume.” You started to get a bit frustrated with his assuming accusations and and waved your hands to confirm your point just to end his train of words.
“Yeah well you know I wouldn’t to do that to you.” He sighed, flicking the but out of the window and returning both hands to the wheel with a sad face.
🔪5AM SALTCLOVER, 1st November 1996
🚔 COUNTY SHERRIF’S POLICE DEPARTMENT
“Deputy Lee I swear I’m telling the truth. He was there the phone rang, my patio door is smashed through because I was trying to escape.” You try to plea with the officer questioning you, seemingly not believing your story since the door had been smashed through the wrong way at the back.
“I mean look at her she’s all cut up, I don’t understand why you can’t believe her. It will be her next if you don’t do anything, just record it for your brothers sake” Juyeon chimed in, being a witness and also arriving just in time to save you from the mess.
“Look I’ll record it y/n, because it’s you and I know you wouldn’t do that to me. But if you are lying to me and giving false leads you’ll hear about it. Don’t bring my brother into this again.” Deputy Lee was unfortunately Sangyeon’s brother and having to work on a case that involved the murder of his little brother was clearly taking a toll on him, like the rest of us he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
🔪 LEE JUYEON’S HOUSE, FARMLAND OUTSKIRTS OF SALTCLOVER
“Did he wear the costume?” Hyunjae burst in with the rest of the boys, his first question being rather on brand for his lack of care about the situation since all he knew about murder was the movies. Maybe that was his coping mechanism.
“Did he threaten to slice your guts?” Changmin further asked in the parade of questions, not asking if you were okay first because in his eyes, ‘oh well you look fine.’
“Are you okay?” Younghoon asked, Kevin and Chanhee crouching beside the bed you were sat on and making an effort to hold your hand and smile at you bitter sweetly.
“She’s staying here whilst her house is investigated top to bottom for trace of the killer, plus she’s much safer here.” Juyeon stood beside you, his arms folded across the clean white tank top he was wearing.
Interrupting the chaos of the entourage that had come to visit you, the landline began to call again faintly heard from the down the stairs.
“y/n it’s for you sweetie.” Juyeon’s Mom stepped through the door with a smile, letting you know she was going out for the night with Juyeon’s stepfather to a salsa party.
“Hi sweetheart, it’s not over yet. Which door am I at? Guess right.” The same mysterious voice almost whispered down the line as your hands begin to tremble.
“No… No.. Stop doing this and leave my friends alone.” You yell as the boys watch you from across the corridor, shaking in fear of their own.
“Which door? you stupid bitch.” The killer on the line grows angry, he could be at any door at any time who knows? You had to get this right, you can’t lose anymore friends.
“The patio.” You blurted out thinking of the patterns in horror movies and how he would usually break in the past few weeks.
“Incorrect.” He laughed at your petrified screaming, making a fake buzzer noise across the line to taunt you. With that the bathroom swung open revealing ghostface, you began running into the bedroom and locking the door. Juyeon grabs a pistol from beneath his bed and aims at the door that was thrashing. Hyunjae grabs a chair whilst the others hide behind the bed.
The killer wearing the costume store ghostface bursts in, snatches the chair from Hyunjae and battles with him, eventually crushing him beneath the chair as the others scream. Juyeon guides you out of the room behind him and hides you in the closest closet whilst he stands outside telling the others where to hide.
You could hear Sunwoo above all the screaming seemingly battling with Juyeon to get him to move to his own hiding spot, whereas Juyeon insisted he had the weapon he had to be the one to get rid of the killer.
“Don’t kill me. Please this isn’t a god damn movie and I want to be in the sequel.” You heard a shrill voice from outside the closet, muffling your whimpers you clamp your hand over your mouth, until all falls silent on the upper floor and chaos sounds out downstairs. You burst out of the wardrobe to see that Juyeon is gone and on the floor lies Chanhee still breathing but barely, stab wounds oozing with blood across his body.
“Chanhee get in the wardrobe I’ll be back, I’m so sorry.” Tears of fear falling from your eyes like mini waterfalls, as you helped him into the safe place and closed it gently to not alert anyone of his whereabouts, he can survive this, you just have to be quick.
You ran into the kitchen where you saw Eric, knife in hand trying to fend of the murderer but clearly to scared to even use the weapon, you grabbed one of the tall breakfast bar stools and pinned the killer to the counter with its legs with all the adrenaline you had you were able to move quick enough.
“WHO ARE YOU?! TAKE THE MASK OFF.” You screamed at him as he was stuck, he surrendered and brought his hand to his head, gently tugging off the mask.
There stood Changmin drenched in red smudges of blood, smiling like a maniac and laughing at the scene as if you were nothing to him. These years of friendship were nothing to him, what happened? Why? Too many thoughts crossed your mind upon seeing him of all people behind the mask that you almost dropped the strength of the chair you were holding.
“What happened to you? Have you become a psycho, you’ve watched too many damn movies.” You spat with unreal fits of rage at how a friend could’ve done this to all of you, how could he kill his lifelong best friends? After just a few horror movies…
“Psychos are psychos y/n don’t you dare blame it on the movies.” He used the phone voice changer to taunt you. before pushing the chair and you to the ground and grabbing your arm twisting it behind your back and holding a black handheld gun to your head.
“Where’s Juyeon? Where’d you get that gun?” You panicked as you saw the item in his hand, struggling to release yourself from his grip as Eric stayed cornered in the kitchen not knowing whether to strike or not.
“It’s all part of the game y/n, you should have answered the questions right.” Changmin laughed cackling at how pathetic your fear had become to him, that sweet boy you knew years ago had lost himself to a few movies.
“Don’t touch her.” Another ghostface mask appears, there can’t be two, all along there was two? Who else would have done this to you? The mask is pulled off revealing Hyunjae?… “The deal was you wouldn’t touch her.”
“And the deal is off.” Changmin smiled with a cheerful voice, clearly being the mastermind of the situation between the two of them. Shock overtook your fear and you broke out of Changmin’s grip with a sharp snap.
They began to argue like children before Hyunjae snatched the gun out of Changmin’s grip with a struggle, shooting him to the ground.
“Princess don’t be angry. He made me do it, he told me we would be together and we could be happy just us two.” Hyunjae stepped closer to you wielding the gun in his hands, pointing it closer towards you without a finger on the trigger.
“No Hyunjae, you’re a fucking psychopath. You were apart of this all along.” You couldn’t hold back the tears of betrayal that fell from your eyes, as he took the gun and traced it down your jawline looking at you with bright proud eyes.
In the corner of your eyes, you saw Juyeon quietly sneaking into the room, his torso littered with stab wounds blood seeping through his white tank top, visibly and seriously injured. However in his hand, he held the dagger of the original killer, you stayed quiet, not looking at him and stalling Hyunjae who had you pinned against the counter.
“It’s almost over now darling, just Eric left! be my prize! Just me and you, everyone else is gone! They’re dead! Although you would look gorgeous with your guts loose too.” He looked at you with the same bright eyes he always did, as if nothing he was doing was wrong he was about to turn to kill Eric, however, that’s when he screamed.
Juyeon pushed him to the ground, the dagger slicing straight through his chest, blood seeping through the costume as Hyunjae groaned in the pain he’d been able to deal but not tolerate.
“It’s over for you, asshole. Who’s scary movie is it now?” Juyeon laughed before wincing, the hole in his own stomach bleeding profusely.
“Juyeon lie down.” You grabbed the back of his head as he began to fall to the ground, you had no tears left to cry and now you had to be the strong one. You lied him down and began putting pressure on his wound.
“POLICE!” Deputy Lee walks into to the kitchen, mortified at the scenes of the house, it was over, it was all over. The surviving boys were rushed into hospital to recover, for you and Eric it was time to heal emotionally together, because it was all you had.
🔪6AM SALTCLOVER, 5TH NOVEMBER 1996
And in the end, it was most of the boys that survived their injuries, having lost most of your childhood friends it was rough but after living a life of loss, you had to deal with what you had.
Haknyeon wasn’t doing well, he’d managed to escape the house that night but entered intensive therapy and you’d visit him sometimes but he didn’t seem to trust you guys since the entire thing. Fair enough.
On the bench seated outside the hospital, you held 4 bouquets of flowers, one for Juyeon who saved you that night, One for Sunwoo for being so brave and trying to save his friend, one for Chanhee who needed them more than anyone right now even if he wasn’t awake.
“Eric?” You asked kicking your legs waiting for the visiting hours to open on the hospital ward they were situated.
“Hm?” He hummed, listening to music through his walkman and looking up at you thoughtfully.
“Do you think we could have changed things?” You asked with a sigh, the question that had plagued your mind for weeks.
“Probably. But it’s over now, we’re safe.” He replied and brought you into his touch to pat your head comfortingly as the birds sang melodies of the early morning around you.
It was all over, but unfortunately you’d lost too much.
“I just can’t believe they’re gone.” You burst into tears as Eric brought you in for a hug immediately, trying to hush you back into composure.
That’s if you believe they’re dead, or is it all just a game.
🔪.
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eric x reader (submission for the cutest tbz summer event💕)
summary: your planned summer getaway doesn’t go as expected and it’s only you and eric, your childhood best friend. but, new feelings may just join you on your little vacation
genre: summer time!! beach house, childhood friends to lovers (my absolute fav btw), fluff, eric pining for years, getting together, cute little memories, feelings realization, juyeons just there for a second, slow dancing, slight hurt/comfort, eric's love language is fixing your hair, author is a big red velvet fan if you couldn't tell, love confession
notes: this is more of a character/relationship study so if youre expecting a super simple oneshot with lesser description then im sorry🥲 songs mentioned are from this specific summer album LOL
word count: 7.8k
Sometimes, you just liked to observe. A lot of people did anyway for various reasons. Some people, like your friend Juyeon, observed for the sake of reading others’ needs and emotions. He was always the one to notice when you were upset and he would hurry to make horrible puns just to make you laugh.
Other people, like Eric who’s been your best friend since the age when you two couldn’t even reach the kitchen counter, observed for the sake of learning who a person was as a whole. He was the one who took note of your tendency to shift energies and he would adjust his own to match yours.
You, on the other hand, liked to observe simply because what you saw brought you back to the past. You treasured good memories, so being able to see them again in the future brought a sense of joy to your heart like a flickering lightbulb.
In Eric’s room, there was a lot to observe that brought back the past. The broken science project of the solar system because you two were dancing too much late at night, the cut-out superhero mask that was supposed to be Eric’s last-minute Halloween costume in middle school, and the foolish paper heart that sparked it all in the first place.
Sitting on his bed, you then observed your two closest friends. Juyeon was on his phone whilst drinking from a water bottle—which he comically once tripped on that led to his lunch tray and its contents flying into your clothes. But that was how you became friends anyway. Eric was simply doodling in his sketchbook with a small, content smile. Just like he had done on that same paper heart in elementary school.
You felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with a boy, about your age with a backpack on that was much too big for him. He had a kind smile and bright eyes.
And then he shoved a red, paper heart in your hands. Though, it took you a second to realize if it even was one with the edges so raggedly cut.
Bringing it up to your face, you read the large, shaky letters with your newly obtained skill of reading words.
“Will you marry me?”
Young Eric simply had bad comprehension skills. Apparently, he wasn't proposing. He just wanted to become friends.
“How does ‘marry me’ and ‘be my friend’ sound at all similar?” You muttered to yourself.
Eric looked up and groaned. “You’re still on that? I was a baby back then. A cute one at that.”
“An annoying one at that.”
Eric was about to argue back but Juyeon had spoken up with his lovely and calm voice.
“Let’s not fight. We have a trip to look forward to.”
The two of you immediately brightened at his reminder—the Summer Getaway. The three of you called it that because you all sucked at coming up with a better name. It was the trip that you had been planning since the first year of high school. The beach house to rent, the seaside to visit, everything already was laid out. And after so many years of fumbling with life and its many obstacles, it was finally happening.
“Tomorrow!” Eric sat up. “You’re all going to witness my dreamy beach boy actor debut.”
Juyeon looked at him, unimpressed. “And who’s the love interest?”
You snorted, turning your gaze over to Eric, only for him to be looking straight at you. Widening your eyes, you stuttered in confusion.
“No one,” He curtly said, turning away suddenly, his ears slightly red.
It was awkwardly silent. Until Juyeon nervously laughed. “What about clothes? Summer outfits?” He rambled. “We have to take a lot of pictures.”
You nodded, smiling excitedly. “I bought some just for this trip actually.” You frowned. “My paycheck practically disappeared.”
Juyeon laughed. “Was it as expensive as your prom outfit?”
Again, memories rushed back to you. More negative this time. With a frustrated sigh, you grimaced. “Let’s not bring that up. It was so bad, I looked horrible.”
Juyeon shook his head sympathetically. But your ears picked up someone else’s voice.
“I think you looked beautiful,” You heard Eric whisper. But maybe you were imagining things.
“Too bad my date dumped me the day after,” You continued.
“He was horrible for that,” Juyeon remarked.
“That’s why you should’ve taken me,” Eric piped up. He got up to sit next to you on the bed. And to your surprise, his hand gently came up to your hair to smooth it down. But of course, that's what friends did.
You nodded in agreement. “I should have. You looked handsome that day.”
Eric glanced at you briefly and you could catch the sight of his cheeks turning red. “Of course I did,” He stammered.
“Then why didn’t you ask anyone out for prom?” You questioned. “You went all alone.”
“Because you—“ Eric sighed, hurt flitting across his expression. “Nevermind.”
Juyeon coughed anxiously. “So!” He blurted. “The trip! Let’s talk about the trip tomorrow.”
—
“Where’s Juyeon?” Eric called out when he noticed you approaching the car. Yes, you prepared so much for the trip that you even had the car inspected and tested the driver—Eric—to make sure he could properly drive without swerving from talking too much. He did talk a lot.
You shrugged, lugging your bag packed with all the things you needed.
“He’s not here yet?” You frowned.
Eric shook his head with a worried look. “Usually he’s the early one.”
You hummed, standing next to him. And then you looked him over. He had dressed differently, his hair swept up nicely and his skin glowed golden in the sun. You wouldn't admit it but he did give off “dreamy beach boy” as corny as it may have sounded.
After a few minutes, you were about to call Juyeon to make sure he didn’t oversleep until you heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, you breathed out a sigh of relief.
“What took you so long?” You complained.
Juyeon furrowed his eyebrows and that was when you realized that he did not have a single piece of luggage with him.
“I can’t go,” He breathlessly responded.
Eric inhaled sharply. “What?”
“There’s been an emergency,” Juyeon whined. “Involving my cat.”
You pouted knowing very well that Juyeon absolutely adored his cat and would drop anything for the feline, including this trip that you’d all been planning years ago.
“But go without me,” Juyeon rushed to say. “I don’t want to hold you both back.”
The two of you silently stared at him, disappointment and guilt holding grim over your faces.
“Please.” His eyes softened. “Just make sure to send pictures.”
—
The car ride that was initially meant to be a karaoke session, turned into a quiet silence. It wasn’t awkward, no, it was never awkward between you and Eric. But it was solemn.
“He did say he’d be fine,” Eric spoke, flipping the right turn signal.
You sighed. “But you know him. He always likes to hide his disappointment.”
Eric shook his head. “He would be more disappointed if he knew we weren’t having fun.”
You thought for a moment. And then you nodded because it was true. You often observed that Juyeon would smile whenever you or Eric would smile first. He was like an older brother to you.
“Okay. Then I’m choosing the first song.” A devilish smile appeared on your lips as you queued up the music.
“Go ahead,” Eric laughed.
When you pressed play, he gasped. He glanced at you with acknowledgment accompanied by a slight wince. “Is this…”
“Mhm,” You giggled. “The song we sang together when we got drunk for the first time?”
“The headache I had after,” Eric groaned. “Never again.” You smiled at the fond memory.
“And you’re such a clingy drunk.”
“I was not.”
“You literally hugged me and kissed my cheek,” You deadpanned. “You even said—“
Eric had his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm back hug, so tight that you could feel his hips and chest pressed up against your back. He smelled faintly of cherry wine and from the corner of your eye, you could see his adorably flushed cheeks and the dazed look in his eyes. “Please, don’t ever leave,” He cried, snuggling his face into your neck. “You’re so special to me.”
But then again, that’s just what friends say, right?
Your best friend looked at you in confusion. Ah, he must have forgotten.
“What did I say?”
“Nothing,” You muttered. Choosing to change the topic, you turned up the volume. And soon enough, you were dancing and singing along to the song like you were on cloud nine. Eric chuckled to himself as he watched you with soft eyes, a small smile tugging on his lips.
You glared playfully. “Eyes on the road, sir.”
Eric rolled his eyes but obliged. For safety, of course. When the song ended, you sat back in your seat and you looked at him. Sometimes you forgot that Eric wasn’t a little boy who played hide and seek with you anymore. He was a man who had grown up to be… fairly attractive. His jawline was sharp now, he was taller, and he had muscles from his endless workouts that you would constantly walk in on him doing. You could see that from the way he had rolled up his sleeves to reveal his forearms, handling the steering wheel with one hand. Taking a gulp, you quickly looked away. What were you thinking?
“Eyes on me?” He lifted an eyebrow, glancing at you teasingly.
You cleared your throat. “No, I— You just look bad today.”
“Mhm,” He hummed smugly. “Sure.”
And for some reason, your cheeks felt unusually warm.
It was a long road trip so naturally, that meant that the evening would come. It was dark out now and the music was long turned off. At some point, you had fallen asleep, the sound of the car engine lulling you easily.
Whilst you were dreaming of a beach house lit naturally by the bright sun, Eric took a glimpse at you. He smiled to himself affectionately, staying quiet. But it faltered when he noticed you shiver from the cool night air.
Parking to the side for a moment, he reached back to pull out a blanket. Carefully and lovingly, he placed it over you, trying not to wake you up.
But, you always had the tendency to wake up whenever the car was stopped so you felt every single sensation with your eyes still closed. The warmth of his fingertips brushing against your arm, the rhythm of your quickening heartbeat, and… the press of a soft pair of lips on your forehead.
But maybe it was just a dream.
When Eric had started driving, before you dozed off again, you could hear him humming a song. A song that you recognized. A love song.
—
The house was ten times better than what it looked like in the pictures. The exterior of it looked like it came straight out of those real estate magazines. Palm trees decorated the scene and if you had simply turned around, you would be met with the breathtaking sight of the beach with its clear, almost sparkling ocean. Scrambling to explore the inside, you were surprised to see just how big it was. The ceiling was tall and the interior was embellished with various decorations.
“This is what we deserve after practicing good financial habits for all those years,” You marveled, opening all the doors to reveal gorgeous rooms that were bright simply from the sunlight outside. Just like you had dreamed about. Eric hummed, trailing behind you, taking in the house silently, as opposed to your constant awes.
Finally, the two of you ended up in the master bedroom.
Turning to him slowly, you put on your best puppy-like impression. “Can I have this one?”
Eric looked at you thoroughly unimpressed. “Is that the best you could do?”
You even pouted this time. He still stared back, completely unabashed. At a loss, you leaned in close, right up to his face. And for some reason, almost immediately, he was backing away with reddening cheeks.
“O-okay,” He stuttered. “Fine. You can have this one.”
Cheering, you flopped down on the bed, and with a sigh, you looked out the window dreamily. “If only my room was this neat all the time. It’s always messy.”
Eric huffed, lying down next to you. You turned your head to him and smiled softly at his serene expression as he looked up to the ceiling.
“You can always call me if you need someone to clean your room,” He mumbled. “I’m the neatest after all.”
“Ah…” You breathed. “You’re right. Last time when you–”
“Knock, knock.” You could hear Eric’s voice from outside your door. With a slight sniffle, you brought the covers over your face, curling up to yourself. Being hit with a sudden slump that left you unable to do anything except lie in bed defeated wasn’t entirely ideal.
Your room was an absolute mess and when Eric had called you, he immediately could tell from your voice that you were having a hard time. You heard the door opening and him entering the room. He stood there silently for a moment. But suddenly, you could hear various sounds. Trash being picked up, clothes being folded… peeking your head outside of your blankets, you realized that he was cleaning up for you.
With tears welling up in your eyes at his kind actions, you sniffled even louder. Eric instantly looked up at the sound and he was right by your side. He pulled you into a hug, whispering sweet, sweet words in your ear as his hand stroked the back of your head soothingly.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” He had whispered, pulling away so that he could brush a strand of hair out of your face gently. Even caressing your cheek, he had let you fall asleep against his chest.
But that’s what friends do, right?
Clearing your throat, you sat up abruptly. Eric followed, staring at you with slight perplexion. Suddenly, you turned to him.
“I never got to say thank you,” You blurted out. “For taking care of me that one time. So… thank you.”
And you had feared he would question what you were talking about. But instead, he nodded with a small smile.
“Of course,” He chuckled casually. “I’ll always care for you, dummy.”
You smiled at that and then you lunged forward, pulling him into a hug. With your sheer force, he fell back on the bed. And just like that, it was the two of you, giggling and hugging each other, arms wrapped around warmly, in the midst of a beautiful beach house.
–
After unpacking and getting everything in order, you were so exhausted that you had fallen asleep almost immediately. But waking up in the morning was refreshing, with the bright sunshine pouring straight onto your face, warming you up perfectly. With a satisfied yawn and stretch, you walked out of your room, still dressed in your sleepwear.
But you paused abruptly when you saw Eric standing in the kitchen, apron tied around his waist and his sleeves rolled up again. He looked up and he smiled.
“Let’s cook together today.”
You gave him a pained smile and approached him. Before you could even say anything, he was leaning in to brush the messy strands of hair out of your face from just waking up. You’ve always noticed how gentle his hands were on you. When with Juyeon, he was rough and playful. But with you… he treated you like a piece of glass.
“We still suck though,” You complained.
“All the more reason to practice?” He gave you a quirked-up smile.
Late at night, Eric was sleeping over. But suddenly, he had sprung up, startling you from your dozing off.
“I’m hungry,” He grumbled. “Let’s cook something.”
And that was how you found yourself, half-asleep in the kitchen, figuring out how to make a simple dish from an old cookbook in one of your drawers. The two of you tried so hard, following each and every direction, only for it to taste like burnt pieces of garbage.
And so, Eric, with a sleepy, raspy voice, had to order takeout. You were silent until your eyes landed on the failed attempt once again. It looked like a blob of black, green, and somehow… pink. And soon enough, you were bent over the counter, laughing so hard over the monstrosity. You had expected Eric to join in on your laughing fit but instead, he had put down his phone and only stared at you fondly.
His eyes were sparkling as they met with yours and he had on the softest tug of his lips. Something in his expression made you stop laughing over how embarrassed you had gotten. Why was he looking at you like that? Almost like he…
But that’s just how friends look at each other, is it not?
“You look focused,” Eric remarked, brushing past you to flip the pancakes.
“Huh? Oh– yeah,” You breathed out. “I just… remembered something.”
“What’s up?”
And again, he looked at you like that. Eyes warm and gentle on yours, his smile small yet so, so fond. Your eyes trailed down to where his hand had reached forward, near your waist to steady you from bumping into the sharp corner of the counter. Your cheeks immediately warmed up as you abruptly turned around.
“N-nothing.”
–
After breakfast and getting ready, you headed out to the nearby outdoor market. It was a beautiful, yet bustling sight. People were in every corner, every stall, buying various things like seashell necklaces and cute jellyfish lamps. Your eyes were practically shimmering and you quickly grabbed hold of Eric’s wrist to pull him along.
At the first stall, a woman was selling beautiful leis. You gasped, picking one up and showing your best friend. He grinned and nodded expectantly.
“What’re you waiting for? Put it on,” He joked.
You laughed and shook your head. Instead, you stepped forward, looping the pink and purple flower garland around his neck. You could hear the small intake from his lips as he looked down at you, eyes wide. Maybe, you were a bit too close to him. But, you didn’t think much of it as you continued to adjust it and admire the colors that complimented him perfectly.
Well, up until a child had run past, bumping into you and causing you to fall straight into Eric’s arms.
“Oh, I–” You gulped, feeling a warm hand close around your waist, holding you steady.
“Sorry,” He muttered nervously, his cheeks flushing.
“It’s okay,” You whispered, peering up at him, still pressed against his body. He gazed back and his eyes began to slowly trail down to your… With a cough, you pulled away, refusing to look him in the eye. His hands were always gentle.
Again, you took his wrist to lead him somewhere else. But that was when you felt him pull away. For a second, you thought you might have lost him in the crowd, but he was still right behind you. Instead, his hand closed around yours, his fingers—rough from playing baseball in his free time—intertwining firmly around. You tried to ignore the quickening pace of your heart.
“So you don’t get lost,” He teased.
“You’re the one who gets lost the most,” You retorted, your voice slightly shaky.
At the next stall, there were plushies displayed for sale. Some were badly sewn, like the cat missing a buttoned eye. But some were particularly cute, especially the white bunny keychain, sitting on one of the shelves.
“Hey,” You mumbled, approaching it. Both ears were intact and upright. “This reminds me of…”
Clutching the bunny plushie with the price tag attached to its ear close to your chest, you looked at Eric with a pleading look.
“Please,” You complained. “Let me buy it. I promise I’ll pay you back tomorrow. Hm?”
Eric looked at you with narrowed eyes, switching his gaze from you to the plushie. And then he sighed, taking it from your hand. With hopeful eyes, you watched as he walked to the shelf and put it back. And just like that, all your dreams were crushed.
“C’mon.” He urged you away. “That’s dumb.”
“But you know my favorite animals are bunnies,” You whined. But still, you followed him out of the store.
About a week later, he showed up at your door. It was your birthday after all so when your eyes landed on the small present box in your hands, you smiled with delight. He tilted his head with a shy smile.
“Happy birthday,” He whispered, leaning in to pull you into a hug. “I know this isn’t great, but I tried my best.” He smiled at you sheepishly.
When you opened it, sitting inside was a small plushie. Of a bunny. It was so, so badly made, the stitches mangled and the ears practically falling off. But it was so… Eric.
“Is that why you didn’t let me buy the other one?” You questioned, clutching it close to your chest protectively.
He nodded with a completely serious expression. “I didn’t need unnecessary competition.”
And despite rolling your eyes at his comment, you found yourself carefully placing the plushie right at your bedside so it was the first thing you saw when you woke up.
And to this day, you still have it.
But that’s just what friends do… you think.
Eric had read your mind and quickly, he was grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the stall.
“My sewing skills could be better,” He said with an embarrassed look on his face. You laughed in response. Before you could even say anything else, he was reaching forward to clasp a necklace around your neck. He was so, so close that you could feel his breath across your lips and smell his scent which reminded you a lot like cotton candy.
“When did you get this?” You whispered, looking down at it. It was a small seashell shaped like a heart.
“Few minutes ago.” He smiled. “But you didn’t notice.”
“I love it.” You grinned. And just like that, you hadn’t reached for his wrist this time, but straight for his hand. With fingers intertwined, the two of you walked down the rest of the market, smiling and laughing all throughout the sunset.
–
Another day had passed and the two of you had mostly stayed inside the beach house, due to the cloudy weather ruining the mood. It was fun nonetheless, watching movies and even playing board games. Which, Eric won all three of them for some reason. You simply call it luck.
Now, laying in your bed, you felt yourself grow drowsy over the ambient noise of the rain pattering on the windows and the occasional rumble of thunder. Sometimes, there would be a flash of light outside–lightning, but you were much too tired to really care.
Just as your eyes were about to shut close, you heard a knock on the door.
“Eric?” You whispered, your voice croaky from sleep.
The door creaked open, and there he was, dressed in a comfy t-shirt. You recognized it. The one that he had once let you borrow because you had spilled coffee all over yourself. It was warm and… well, it smelled just like him.
“What happened?” You frowned, sitting up. He stepped closer and if you looked closely, you could see the tinge of red on his cheeks.
“...you know,” He muttered.
You did know.
Your phone rang, startling you out of your sleep. Despite your initial grumpiness, you picked up when you realized it was your best friend.
“Eric?”
A deep breath from the other line. And then–
“Can you come over?”
You looked at the time. It was two in the morning.
“Why?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“I’m… scared of thunderstorms.” You could even hear his voice tremble. And just like that, you were out the door, umbrella in hand. But the rain was so heavy that it managed to seep into your clothes and hair anyway, leaving you drenched by the time you reached his door.
At the sound of the doorbell, Eric flung the door open. You couldn’t even get a word in because he was pulling you in and he was throwing his arms around you, scrambling to hold you close, his hands grasping onto your shirt tightly. You smiled softly as you hugged him back, even if you were getting his clothes wet too.
“I missed you,” He whispered, tightening his hold. “So much.”
You laughed softly. “I’m right here. You saw me yesterday already, didn’t you?”
“I–” He grumbled, pulling away. His lips were pulled into a tight frown as he searched your eyes with a deeper meaning behind them. “I always miss you.”
That’s not… how friends act, do they?
“Want to sleep here?” You patted the spot next to you, even bringing an extra pillow and adjusting the blankets.
“Gladly,” He grinned. “That’s why I came here in the first place.” In only a matter of seconds, he was climbing into bed with you. The two of you never… slept in the same bed together but it felt so natural with the way your arms wrapped around him and he had snuggled up to your chest.
This is definitely how friends act.
–
The next day was boring. You all had planned it to be the day where each one of you would go off and do whatever separately as a way to individually relax. But, you realized just how much Eric was a part of your life. Wandering the gardens, you found yourself thinking of his stupid puns and his even stupider smile. Truth be told, Eric was always with you. The two of you never went a week without seeing each other. Any much longer than that and Eric was clinging and hugging you for the whole day, saying he needed to “recharge.”
Finally, in the evening, you saw Eric again. He was wearing a comfy, zip-up jacket since the evenings tended to get chilly and his hair was adorably messy. Adorably? Since when did you think that?
“Want to sit with me?” He leaned against the doorway. “My room has a better view.” You nodded brightly and followed him.
You had never noticed just how beautiful the scenery actually was from his room. Your room mostly pointed towards the various palm trees. But his room, with its wide and tall window that overlooked the whole beach, was different. The two of you sat together on the bed, knees drawn up to your chests, as you observed the constant motion of the ocean water moving back and forth, creating bubbles with it. The night sky was dark, yet it sparkled with twinkling stars dotted across it.
When you looked over, you saw Eric, looking out the window too. The moonlight shone perfectly on his face, accentuating each of his handsome features. His kind eyes, the slope of his nose, his plush lips that shaped into a soft smile.
He was always handsome. You always knew that. But something about this moment, right now, left your eyes widening, cheeks flushing, and your heart pounding.
“What do you mean you lost the grocery list?” You whined. “Juyeon wanted this huge Christmas feast. I can’t bear to disappoint him.”
Eric grimaced. “I swear, my dog ate it.”
“You don’t even have a dog.”
The two of you continued to bicker, walking down the numerous aisles of the grocery store, trying to figure out the ingredients to make Juyeon’s favorite food until an elderly couple stopped you in your tracks.
“Aren’t you both an adorable couple?” The woman cooed.
Your jaw dropped and you turned to Eric, only to find that he didn’t share the same shocked expression. He was smiling almost… shyly, the tips of his ears turning red.
“Oh, just look at the way he looks at them,” The man pointed out before turning to his wife. “Just like I had looked at you all those years ago.”
The woman laughed bashfully, batting him away. Then, she turned back to Eric with kind eyes.
“You must love them a lot.” She said with a kind smile.
You were about to jump in and refute, explain everything was all a lie, that you both were just really good friends up until–
“I do,” Eric replied. He looked at you with that same look that he’d been looking at you for ages now. The softening gaze and slight tug of his lips… it was like you were the flame to his wooden match. “I truly do.”
That’s not how friends act.
You swallowed thickly, all words caught in your throat for a moment. That particular moment often flitted past your mind briefly because you thought that he was just playing along. But now that you think about it…
“Did you mean it?” You finally whispered.
He turned to you with a confused smile. “Mean what?”
“That you… love me.” You studied his face for an answer and you had hoped that you wouldn’t find one—that you wouldn’t see the absolutely smitten look on his face that would further complicate your friendship that’s already lasted decades. But you saw it. The smitten look, right there in front of you. It was there and it gave you all the answers that you needed.
He was quiet, watching you with a tender look in his eyes. And then he leaned to the side, bumping his shoulder with yours lightly.
“I meant it,” He replied, smiling to himself shyly. You gazed at him in shock. “But...” He turned to you, his smile faltering slightly. “However you want to interpret that is up to you.”
You bit your lip and tilted your head so that it was resting on his shoulder. It was odd but not that surprising how well it fits in the crook of his neck, almost as if you were always meant to be there. You didn’t say anything right away, instead, choosing to watch the waves roll, over and over. But everything reminded you of the man sitting right beside you. The bright stars in the sky were just like the mischievous twinkle that he would have in his eyes before he would tackle you into a hug and the crystal clear water that flowed in and out on the sand was just like the steady pounding of your heartbeat whenever you caught sight of his pretty smile.
“As friends or romantically?” You spoke, so quietly that Eric had to lean in even closer to hear you, his hair brushing against your forehead.
He hummed ambiguously. “Whatever you want.” But you could hear the slight tremor in his deep voice.
His words only further answered your question. No matter how hard he would try to make it so that it was all up to you, you could sense everything. The soft tone of his voice, his warm hand covering yours, and his calm breathing. You could sense his feelings. Each and every one of them, like his heart was beating directly through yours.
Slowly, the rustle of the palm trees and the natural sound of his slow breaths gently pulled you into a state of drowsiness. Shuffling so that your whole side was pressed up to his, you leaned closer, nuzzling your cheek into his warm shoulder. And gradually, your eyes closed, sleep overcoming you peacefully.
He smiled down at you, gently bringing you to lie down on the bed. He pulled the blankets over you, tucking you in snugly. And then he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, gazing at you with so much warmth.
“Romantically,” He whispered, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “It’s always been romantically.”
–
You had woken up to a text from Juyeon. And yes, you have been sending pictures to him, mostly consisting of blurry selfies of you posing perfectly and Eric who wasn’t even looking at the camera, constantly distracted.
Stretching, you realized that you weren’t in your bed. You were in Eric’s bed. And just like that, all the memories came rushing back to you. Romantically or as friends? As friends or romantically? Whichever one was it?
Shaking your head, you opened the text.
Juyeon: did you do the last activity on the itinerary yet?
Juyeon: the beach party
And so there you were, dressed in one of your summer outfits, flowy and perfect for the weather. Eric was beside you, staring in awe at the scene. The two of you had never quite made it to the beach, being so preoccupied with other places to explore. But now that you were here, the sand soft under you and the sun setting in the background, you couldn’t help but smile dearly. You had waited excitedly for this moment really, as Juyeon had claimed that this was a surprise made by him and he had hired someone to set it up.
And set up it was. String lights and lanterns were scattered about, lighting up the scene. There were chairs set up, made to sit together and watch the calm ocean. And on the right, there was a speaker to play music.
“Well isn’t this pretty?” You mumbled, your mouth agape.
Eric smiled, turning to look right at you. “Very pretty.”
Wordlessly, he took your hand in his, leading you toward the lanterns. It wasn’t really a party anymore. You couldn’t help but think that this was actually a beach… a beach date.
You sat down in one of the chairs and you watched as Eric picked up his phone to put on music. Immediately, you recognized the song.
“You Better Know?” You laughed, remembering all the times you and Eric had belted out Red Velvet songs after failing an exam to cope with the feeling of failure. It never really worked but it was fun either way.
He shrugged with a charming smile. He began to dance slightly as he walked away to pick up seashells that were scattered across the beach. You watched silently, leaning forward as you let your eyes wander over your best friend.
Eric truly no longer was the messy boy who scribbled outside the lines on coloring books or the boy who repeatedly tripped on the playground causing his knees to get scraped. He no longer was the boy who experienced constant voice cracks or who struggled in exams because he had overslept with dark circles under his eyes.
Instead, he was a man with a deeper voice, broader shoulders, and a charming middle part in his hair as opposed to the disorderly, overgrown middle school hairstyle he always had. He was a man who had ditched the dark hoodies in his angsty teenager phase, instead opting for white, flowy button-up shirts that complimented his golden skin perfectly. He even reminded you of Prince Eric–ironically, enough–from The Little Mermaid.
Eric no longer was the boy that you simply were best friends with. He was a man who you have fallen in love with. And you had no idea for how long.
Standing up silently, you approached him. He looked up at you, giving you a soft smile, a beautiful white seashell in his hand.
“Here,” He said, taking your hand in his. He placed the shell in yours, gazing at you with so much affection that you felt a shudder all throughout your spine. “For you.”
You smiled, looking down at it. It was round, embellished with small ridges. It was perfect. The faint sound of the upbeat, song playing in the background as you looked up at him with sparkles in your eyes.
“Eric,” You started. “I have to tell you something.”
And for some reason, he had leaned forward, pressing a finger to your lips to shush you. You let out a muffled sound, gaping at him in bewilderment.
“Eric?”
“Let me speak first,” He whispered.
You inhaled sharply…
“Romantically.”
…held your breath…
“My answer is romantically.”
… and exhaled shakily, processing his confession, one word at a time. But before you could, Eric was saying more.
“For the longest time, I’ve had the biggest crush on you. Ever since I saw you back in elementary school. And mayhaps, I did mean that stupid ‘will you marry me?’ statement,” He chuckled. He reached forward taking your other hand in his, wrapping his fingers around. “Over time I… I tried to get over you. But, since you’re my best friend I couldn’t distance myself. So I accidentally fell in love.”
You felt your heart pound at his words, all of your memories rushing back in full force. It all had started to make sense. The acts of service when you weren’t feeling well, the soft looks when you were only laughing, the homemade gifts even though he claimed that he hated making things, and the… words. The specific word love.
“Eric, I…”
“Ah, wait,” He laughed. “This song.”
Red Flavor by Red Velvet. The classic, happy summer song.
And suddenly, he reached forward, pulling you in by the waist. “Can I sing for you?”
You snorted, your cheeks flushing once you registered the warmth of his large hand on the small of your back. “This song?”
“Mhm,” He hummed, grinning. “This song.”
And before you could retort, he actually started singing, Swaying you from left to right, his arms continuously wrapped around you, his deep voice resonated through the cozy summer night, igniting each and every star one by one. He sang the pre-chorus, gazing at you with affection and well, love.
"I like you, it was love at first sight. I keep thinking of you." His lips pulled up into a soft smile as he sang, his voice husky and a great contrast to the higher-pitched voices of the actual song. You were enamored, your heart beating right against his chest as you watched him silently, watching as he sang so, so, gently. Only for you and for you only. “I want to go my own way.”
And then the chorus started with its fun beat and cheerful singing. You giggled, placing your hands on his chest, leaning forward to hide in his neck.
“This song does not fit the moment right now,” You remarked, smiling against his skin. You could feel the vibration of his deep laugh as he held you closer, his hands stroking your sides gently.
“But at least it got the confession down. So, what’s your answer?”
You laughed, pulling away to look up at him lovingly. He smiled down at you, his eyes wandering over each of your features fondly.
“The very last line,” You replied. He had grown silent at that, listening to each of the lyrics, waiting for the end. And then–
What I like the most is you in the summer.
Eric widened his eyes and he looked down at you hopefully. “Really?”
You nodded, your cheeks flushing. “Not just like. Love.”
“Oh, wow,” He breathed out. And again, just like he had done all those other times, he brushed a piece of hair out of your face, his fingers brushing against your skin with sparks accompanying it. “God, I’m so in love,” He muttered. And just like that, the next song had started—Hear The Sea—playing softly in the background.
You laughed, “Did you just put on a whole Red Velvet playlist?”
“And what about it?” He grinned. “It’s summer.” And slowly, he pulled away, not before looping your hand in his. His hand rested on your waist, holding you close. To the calm singing and beautiful instrumental of the song, the two of you danced. Sometimes, either one of you would trip on the sand, causing an endeared laugh here and there. But mostly, the silence between you was filled with soft smiles and flushed cheeks.
Even though Eric no longer was the boy who ran around when it was summertime, he always would be the boy with the most beautiful smile.
His eyes were bright on yours, watching you closely as the two of you swayed slowly to the music.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this for?” He whispered.
You shook your head, feeling hot all over.
“So long,” He continued. “I’ve always longed to dance with you.”
You smiled. “And what else?”
“Hold you.”
You hummed. “You always loved doing that.”
But then his eyes darkened on you for a moment. “And… kiss you. Though I haven’t done that one yet.”
Your breath hitched, your dancing coming to a halt. “Then do it.”
He gazed at you softly. “Are you sure? There’s no rush.”
“Think for yourself.” You giggled. “How long exactly have you waited to kiss me?”
He paused, and both of his hands came down to grasp your waist this time. “Years. I’ve waited for years.” He looked at you shyly, his eyes adorably hopeful and loving.
“Then act.”
And so he did.
Almost aggravatingly slow–as if to make sure he really had your consent–he tilted his head and he softly placed his lips on yours. Shutting your eyes closed, you allowed yourself to get lost in the addictive feeling, the soft pull of your lips and the gentle grasping of your waist as he pulled you so close that your bodies were flush against each other.
It was like everything was drowned out. In your ears, you could no longer hear the crash of the waves on the shore. Instead, you could only make out the quiet, satisfied hum that escaped Eric’s parted lips. You couldn’t feel the summer breeze blowing against your skin, you could only feel the warmth of the palm of his hand as it came to cup your jaw, tipping your head slightly so he could kiss further.
It was a soft kiss, filled with sparks that would set off fireworks in the very pit of your stomach. Slow movements without fervor, as it was just Eric, kissing you like he must have been dreaming of doing all these years. The hand on your waist fit perfectly around you and so you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, stepping closer. Eric huffed out a quiet laugh as he blindly guided your hand to where his heart was where you could only feel it beat and beat and beat.
And with a tap against his chest, the two of you broke apart, lips red and slightly swollen. You stared at him in silence before bursting out into shy laughter, lunging forward to hide your face in his shoulder. Eric sighed softly, wrapping his arms around you once again, but this time with a different feeling. Love, maybe.
“Who knew that this trip would force me to confess?” He wondered to himself.
“Good.” You scowled. “You took too long.”
“Oh?” He smirked. “But look who finally figured out their feelings on this very trip?”
Your cheeks flushed and you playfully shoved him. “Stop it.”
“Say it.”
You frowned in confusion. “Say what?”
“You know what I mean,” He teased. “I want to hear you.”
You gulped and looked down at the sand. “That I… love you?”
“Mhm,” He hummed. “I love you too.”
And then he pulled something out of his pocket. When he unfolded it, he placed it in your hand which was still clutching onto the seashell. You looked down, only to realize that it was another red, paper heart. Written in neater, more legible handwriting this time, were the words,
“Will you date me?”
“Ah,” You breathed out. “So you finally get the words right.”
He rolled his eyes. “Is that a yes or no, my beautiful?”
“My,” You laughed. “If you use my, then that means I’m already yours.”
“You’ve always been mine.” His eyes sparkled.
“Then my answer is yes,” You whispered before smiling and leaning up to peck his lips once again. He was about to pull you into a full-fledged kiss but you giggled before running away, kicking behind flurries of sand. Eric groaned and he began to chase you down the shoreline.
“You can’t do that after you’ve just kissed me!” He complained.
“Too bad.” You stuck your tongue out. His frown turned into a fond smile as he laughed and ran after you.
You didn’t know exactly when, but the two of you somehow ended up in the water–clothes that weren’t meant for swimming, thoroughly soaked.
He looked at you with a loving smile as he waded over to you, his hair slightly damp from your splashing. Huffing out a fond laugh, he quickly trapped you into his embrace. And then he turned you, his back to the rest of the ocean so that you wouldn’t be hit by the waves. Smiling at you, he pulled you back in, his lips, wet from the water, pressing onto yours.
“You taste like the ocean.” You grinned after pulling away.
“And you taste delicious.”
“Oh my.” You gasped. “Why are you flirty now? I only know the clumsy, foolish Eric.”
“There’s much more to learn about me,” He whispered, grinning widely as he reached a hand out of the water to brush away a strand that had stuck to your forehead. “Just you wait. I’d even write a whole novel for you. And you know I failed literature class.”
You laughed, clearly remembering the defeated look on his face when he had checked his exam grade.
“I learned something already,” You quietly said. A particularly harsh wave almost shoved you both off your feet, but Eric was quick to steady you with his hands. Always so gentle and firm.
“And what’s that?”
“That you’re an excellent kisser.”
He laughed adorably before pressing a kiss to your lips again.
“And I knew something already,” He uttered. "For a while now."
“Hm?” A smile grew on your face.
“That I’m so–” A peck on your cheek. “So…” Another on the tip of your nose. “So in love with you.” And finally, a kiss on your lips.
The truth is, that neither of you cared if the ocean was trying its best to knock you both over. Your blooming love and soft, adoring smiles in between kisses were steady enough to hold you up.
Because that’s just how friends act. Or more specifically, how two best friends who fell in love with each other act.
–
You sent one thing to Juyeon on the last day of your trip. Attached, was a selfie of the two of you, kissing softly, the ocean and the moon in the background.
Juyeon immediately opened it. And then the bubbles of his texting appeared and disappeared, for over three minutes. When his message appeared, you laughed loudly at the one word that appeared on the screen.
Juyeon: finally
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