i hate how nmixx is now ALSO following that minimalistic music trend for kpop girl groups rn like i wanna fucking die love me like this is not even bad but i am here for their crazy mixxpop and now we just got le sserafim fearless 2.0 tripleS clone newjeans copy. i wanna CRY right now

Time Heals All Wounds ~ SCB

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

PAIRING: Changbin x fem!Reader

GENRE: angst, miscommunication, fluffy ending, established relationships, fighting, accusing of cheating, rumours, swearing, cute ending,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Almost two weeks. That's how long it had been since you and Changbin had been able to go to bed at the same time as you and even be able to hold you in his arms. With everything going on with work he'd found himself busier and busier as each day progressed. However, you seemed to have found comfort with someone else. While 3Racha were all busy making preparations for a show that they would be featuring on and the rest of the members were on a small break from everything. Leading you to spend all of your time with Seungmin, Jeongin and Felix since the four of you seemed to get on the most out of all of the boys - besides your boyfriend of course. Changbin never had an issue with you hanging out with the guys before, in fact, there were multiple times when he had encouraged you to do so if he was busy with something else except now Changbin was beginning to doubt everything around him. Two weeks of you not being around him but with Seungmin and he was starting to go a little insane. 

You: [7:45am] I'll be with Seungmin today, remember to drink water, I love you xx

What could you have possibly been doing from 8 am until now at 10 pm? It seemed almost silly for him to be doubting the two of you together, Changbin knew that you would never do anything to hurt him and he knew Seungmin would never do anything either but somehow logical thinking was gone out of his mind and he was left with the crazy thoughts. It didn't help that there were now photos of you and Seungmin going in and out of the dorms together or to some cafe in the middle of Busan. 

Why did the two of you go all the way to Busan just to go to some cafe? Was it because you thought no one would notice you there? 

Your romantic relationship with Changbin was hidden for now because JYPE wanted to wait for the right moment to announce that one of its members was dating. As far as anyone was concerned you were a close friend of the boys and an ex-employee of JYPE who now worked with another company.

"Thank you for the ride, you sure you don't want to come in? I'm sure Changbin is asleep by now," Changbin's heart shattered as he heard the comment from you. Were you cheating while he was under the same roof as you? How many times had this happened? The rational side of Changbin had been pushed down deep inside of him and replaced with the Changbin who was convinced you were cheating on him and sleeping with his best friend. His hands clutched onto his phone as he stared down at the images of the two of you together. Laughing, your head was thrown back with your hand on Seungmin's shoulder a slight blush appeared on Seungmin's cheeks as he looked down at you with a smile spread on his face. To anyone else, it would just look like two friends who were having fun together but to Changbin it fueled his deluded belief that you were together in secrecy. 

That all of the dating rumours he'd heard about you both were true and he couldn't seem to shake them out of his mind. There were countless articles claiming that they had seen the two of you kissing or that you'd held hands on the beach together.

"No, I should go. I'm up early tomorrow, but can we do this again on Friday?" Seungmin seemed so happy that it killed Changbin inside, how could the two of you do this to him? 

"Sure, but it has to be a secret. No one can know...Okay? It'll kill him if he found out." You whispered, hugging Seungmin goodbye for a final time before shutting and locking the door, sighing happily to yourself as you kicked off your shoes. Turning around and letting out a high pitch squeal when you came face to face with your boyfriend.

"Jesus, fuck, you scared the life out of me." You whined out holding your hand over your chest as you tried to calm the way your heart was racing. It was almost 10 at night and you'd half expected him to be in bed like he had been for the last two weeks.

"Thought I was asleep, did you? Tried to invite your other man into the house?" You stared at Changbin a little confused and shook your head at him, letting out a nervous laugh since you couldn't decide if he was joking around or not.

"You're usually asleep, I was just going to let him stay over in the guest room to save him driving all the way to the dorms." You explained, staring into your boyfriend's eyes as you slowly took off your jacket and waited for him to say something and when he didn't you turned around to hook your jacket up.

"I know you're sleeping with him." The jacket fell to the ground and you snapped your head around to stare at Changbin completely taken aback by his comment.

"Sleeping with Seungmin?" You questioned, wanting to make sure you were assuming what he said was correct. How could you even think about sleeping with him? He was your puppy best friend, someone you would tease a lot and pretend to bully one another with. There was nothing there but years of friendship and someone you saw as a brother to you, the mere idea of ever kissing Seungmin made you want to clean your lips with bleach. Sure, he was attractive but again he was nothing but the brother type to you.

"You're always sneaking around together, hanging out until late. And what was that about? "it'll kill him if he found out", hmm?" Hearing him repeat the words with his assumption that you were cheating on him hurt. You'd never in a million years hurt Changbin.

"First, we're not sneaking around. You know I'm hanging out with Seungmin and that's it. Just hanging out, friends." You stated, reminding Changbin that it had been his idea for you to become close with the guys in the first place. You were friends with each of them, why wasn't he just accusing you of being with them all?

"We started "hanging out" and look where we are now," You blinked at Changbin. You didn't know if this was some sleep-deprived and overworked side of him but you didn't like that he was accusing you of something you hadn't and would never have done.  

"Changbin, seriously. Why would you ever think I would hurt you like this?" You reached out to touch his arm but he flinched away from you, shaking his head and laughing dryly at you to show he didn't believe you.

"I don't know but it's obvious. All of the articles that are coming out. The secret meetings on Friday, the not coming home until late? What else am I supposed to think?" Changbin was red in the face by now, his eyes tearing up as he stared down at you.

"You're supposed to trust me." You stated calmly. The last thing you wanted to do was cause some kind of big argument over nothing. You didn't blame Changbin for putting two and two together and coming up with five, there had been times when you'd seen articles of him and another idol together and thought the worst. You knew when you were in the wrong mindset it was hard to see through the fog and think rationally about things that were happening around you.

"How can I when you're sneaking around? Going to Busan together when there are plenty of cafes in Seoul the two of you can go to." He rambled out as you rubbed the bridge of your nose waiting for him to at least calm down a little so you could explain everything to him. You walked further into the living room and took notice of the laptop that was open, one article was opening debating how long you and Seungmin had been together. 

For a long time, there had been rumours of Changbin and you but they'd been gone for a while now and suddenly replaced with Seungmin. It seemed as if no one believed guys and girls could be friends with each other, even in the idol industry and you hated that. Even when you were a stylist you'd heard people gossiping about their idols being together even if it wasn't true. 

"You can't trust anything that they say, you know that babe." You called out, glancing at the images that were being used. Sure if they're taken out of context they could mean something but all of it was bogus. Seungmin was like a brother to you, the two of you playfully bullied one another far too much to ever be able to date.

"Do I? Because it all looks pretty damn real to me," You ran your hands over your face, you were too exhausted to deal with this and all you really wanted was to crawl into bed and get some shut-eye.

"Changbin..." You trailed off, yawning a little as you turned to look at him and shook your head. It was too late for either of you to be getting into a fight and you knew he needed to be up early for his day of shooting some more scenes.

"You know what, no. I don't want to hear you come up with some dumb excuse. Or to tell me it's not true when clearly it is." He grabbed his coat and next his car keys, 

"You're just going to walk away without letting me explain it?" You questioned, your hand falling onto your hip as you stared over at him. 

"There's nothing to explain. You're fucking my best friend behind my back, so if you want each other. So be it," Your heart just shattered into a billion pieces right in front of him.

"What's that supposed to mean exactly?" Your voice was shakey as you got the words out, waiting for him to tell you that this was all some mistake. That he didn't mean what he was accusing you of and that he was deeply sorry for what he'd said.

"I'm done. I need space, I can't deal with it." He mumbled, wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he reached for the door again, only stopping when he heard you sniffling a little.

"I've stuck by you through every rumour you had while we were together but you're just going to give up when I get one?" It was true, through your time together there had been plenty of times when this could have had the roles reversed when you could have been the one accusing him but you knew Changbin would never hurt you.

"Because you KNEW I wasn't doing it." He cried out and that was it, you'd reached the point where you could no longer stay calm with him.

"And you should know I'm not either!" You yelled at him, you'd reached your breaking point. How was it okay for him to have his rumours but the second you got one he was calling it quits?

"Seo Changbin!" You yelled as he reached for the front door handle, his body tensing when he heard you call him by his full name.

"If you walk out of that door...that means you don't trust me," Your voice cracked, a few tears rolling down your cheeks as you watched him. Praying that he would see the truth in all of this and turn around and apologise for ever believing it but he didn't The door opened and slammed shut behind him.

Your knees buckled as you fell onto the rug and began to sob, pulling your knees into your chest as the love of your life walked away from you like you meant nothing. As if the last three years you'd spent together were no indication of trust between the two of you. 

Changbin hadn't know where he was going but he was just gone and out of the house, hearing you and Seungmin talking about meeting in secret was the part that drilled it home that you were cheating. There were almost 16 missed calls from Seungmin, along with some voicemails that Changbin was exclusively ignoring because he didn't want to hear you both lie to him.

It was Friday, four days since he'd spoken to either of you and his final day of shooting on set. Chan and Jisung hadn't mentioned you or Seungmin since the first time he'd come to work after the fight. They knew better than to do so if they wanted a productive day with Changbin, it seemed if anyone mentioned you by the name he'd shut down and refuse to talk unless it was for the cameras.

"We're going to have all three of you stand right in the centre and then we're going to have you announce the winners." The director stated as all three of the boys stood where they were supposed to, Chan clutching a golden envelope. They'd been hosting a small competition to help bring in a few new producers for JYPE and they'd been there to host as well as help aid people who needed it.

"The time has finally come," Changbin called out with a huge smile on his face as he stared into the camera,

"It's time to announce which four lucky people have won the chance at becoming producers," Jisung said as he smiled, winking at the camera before Chan read out all four names. Music blasted through the speakers as each of them came out to thank the judges, giving small speeches to the camera. Once the cameras cut, the contestants began to speak with the guys there was a sudden burst of music once again and confetti began to rain down on them all. The rest of the Stray Kids members came out from backstage and smirked at the surprised-looking 3racha members.

"What's going on?"Chan laughed looking at them as all of the members screamed happily and congratulated the guys on completing the show,

"It's a wrap-up party," Jeongin explained, blowing a sound maker into the leader's face and smirking as loads of people began to flood the stage. Almost everyone who had been working on set as well as the contestants were here, having a good time and shaking everyone's hand.

"Yn and Seungmin had been planning it," Felix said to Chan, loud enough so that Changbin could hear him. The only member that wasn't here with them all was Seungmin and Changbin knew where he would have been.

"Probably to hide the fact that they'd been sleeping together," Changbin grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. As much as he wanted to celebrate the last day of shooting, it was hard to do that when the thought of you played on his mind.

After a few days of being away from you and having time to think about things he knew it wasn't true, he'd known from the start that none of it was true but he'd still let his thoughts get the better of him.

"You know neither of them would do that," Felix told him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Changbin had refused to talk to them about what was going on but you'd told Seungmin who told the rest of them. Each of them had previously attempted to make Changbin see sense in it all but he flat-out refused, too stubborn to think about anything else.

"You're forgetting me and Jeongin were there for most of it too. They'd barely make it five minutes without bullying each other, I  know they'd never do that to you hyung." CHangbin stared at Felix before shrugging his arms off him and making his way to the exit, ignoring the pleas of the others to stay and party with them all.

The door to your place unlocked and you looked up from the sofa where you were laid to see Changbin staring over at you, you said nothing as you turned back to look at the TV. 

"Where's Seungmin?" He called out, noticing the state of the living room as soon as he walked in. It looked like you'd barely moved for the last few days and it hurt him to know you were in so much pain.

"On a date." You mumbled, cuddling into the pillows and sniffling a little. Ever since he'd walked out on you, you'd refused to move from the sofa and wallowed in your pitty, taking his hoodie and wearing it while you cuddled into the sheets you'd bought down from upstairs.

"A date?" Changbin walked further into the room, there were empty glasses of water all over the place, and a few bottles of soju spotted about. It was obvious you weren't taking very good care of yourself right now and it wasn't like he blamed you for it, he blamed himself since he'd been the one to cause you so much upset.

"Yes, that thing couples do when they want to go out together," You hissed, Changbin knew you had every right to be angry with him and he bit down on his lip. Seeing you like this killed him inside and to know he had been the one to cause this? it practically ripped him in two.

"Yn-" He tried to say but you cut him off before he even had the chance.

"If you're here to get your stuff, can you just not talk to me? I'd rather not be accused of something I didn't do again," You choked out, turning your head into the pillow and beginning to cry heavily into it. Changbin dropped his keys and rushed to your side, bringing you to rest your head against his chest as he ran his hands down your back in a soothing motion.

"I hate you," You mumbled even though it wasn't true, your fist curled up as you weakly hit his chest whimpering as you shook your head at him.

"You walked out on me, on us like we meant nothing." You hissed at him as you weakly hit his chest again, Changbin let you as he held your crying body.

"I'm so sorry," He repeated every time you told him you hated him, whimpering and crying heavily against him as he continued to soothe you.

"After I trusted you with yours, you didn't even t-try to extend the same courtesy to me." You sniffled, pulling away from him and shaking your head. The two of you stared at one another, you could see the tears forming in his eyes as he stared back at you and shook his head.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I know I should have listened I just couldn't see past the photos," He whispered as you stared back at him, scoffing a little.

"There has never and never will be anything between me and Seungmin. Ever. If you'd listened to me you would have known that," You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest as you watched him looking down at the floor.

"Nothing will make things right but I will spend every day apologising and trying to earn your forgiveness," He spoke clearly, turning his head to look at you again as you bit down on your lip.

"You accused me of cheating on you," You reminded him, looking up at the ceiling so the tears wouldn't fall down your cheeks.

"In all of the times, you had rumours I never once-" You took in a deep breath so you didn't start to cry again.

"I never once accused you of it. We talked about it, that's what we're supposed to do Changbin," You sniffled, wiping your eyes on the sleeves of your hoodie and shaking your head at him.

"We're supposed to talk things through, you're not just supposed to walk away as soon as things get hard," You finally broke down again and instantly you were wrapped up inside his arms and held against his chest. Both of you sobbed into one another as he continued to hold you, refusing to let you go even for a second.

"I should have stayed. I should have calmed down and listened to everything you had to say that night," He whispered as you nodded your head, cuddling into him. As badly as you wanted to hate him, you still loved him and adored being back in his arms again. it finally felt as though you could be at peace.

You'd sat there together, cuddled in one another's arms as you broke down every now and again. Talking everything through about your time with Seungmin even though Changbin had told you that you didn't need to. That he trusted you despite acting as though he didn't.

"So, you've been going all the way to Busan because he has a crush on the waitress in one internet cafe?" Changbin chuckled as you laughed weakly, looking down into the mug of hot chocolate and nodding. Once you'd calmed down a little, Changbin cleaned up around the living room and made you both a warm drink so that you could talk things over. Nothing would make up for what he'd done right away but he was going to do what he could.

"Yeah. He finally asked her out the night we got into our fight. That's why he wasn't- Oh my god, the party!" You cried out remembering that you and Seungmin had planned a surprise party for the boys.

"Went off without a hitch, Felix took charge," Changbin explained, drawing small circles on your shoulder as you let out a painful groan. 

"I forgot. After the fight, I just shut everything out." You mumbled, looking at Changbin who was smiling weakly at you and leaning down to kiss the top of your head and pulled you closer to him.

"It's fine, we're making up and that's what's important," He whispered to you, kissing your cheek as he kept himself pressed against you.

"True." You glanced at him and smiled a little, he was blushing a little as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Am I banished to sleeping on the sofa for a few days?" He chuckled but you shook your head, you'd spent too long being apart it was time the two of you fell asleep holding each other for a while.

"You're banished from leaving the house for a while until I've had too many cuddles." The two of you nodded and began to make your way up to bed. While things were going to need to be worked on with trust, you just needed to be held by one another for now and let time do the rest of the work.

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warnings: swearing

an: this was posted on the 1st of march, 2023

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ITZY’s Eve Files To Terminate Her Contract With JYP

Fans are shocked by the sudden news

ITZY’s Eve has filed an injunction to terminate her contract with JYP Entertainment.

On March 1, DongA News reported that ITZY’s Eve has filed an injunction to terminate her contract with JYP Entertainment in January of this year.

The reasoning for the Eve’s lawsuit was revealed to be due to mistreatment, abuse of power and lack of trust. JYP Entertainment has so far released a statement:

Hello, this is JYPE,

The rumours of ITZY member Eve are true. We are just as shocked as fans must be by the news. As an agency, we view ITZY as a group who is precious to us and would never treat any of the members in a way that is unacceptable. We feel blindsided by Eve’s actions as we did our best to make her feel comfortable. We don’t know what would make her turn on us like this.

While the future of ITZY is unclear, the members will still ensure to never do anything that causes fans distress. The members’ number one priority is, and will continue to be, MIDZY and making sure they never do anything to cause MIDZY’s mental distress.

Not much is known for now, but we wish Eve the best and we will work hard to diminish any misunderstandings.

Eve, meanwhile, went on Bubble to talk to fans:

Fans have started reacting to both the news and the announcement, showing shock at Eve’s contract cancelation and anger at JYP’s statement:

You were shocked when you saw the news, right?

I’m sorry to MIDZY’s who are waking up to this news or going to sleep after seeing it

I can’t say much about anything for legal reasons, but I want you to know that I will do my best to protect everything I love

I hope MIDZY doesn’t worry too much and can understand

idk, something about how jyp made it seem like eve is being selfish for cancelling her contract doesn’t sit right with me

wdym shes cancellingher contract??? WDYM

how the hell is jyp gonna say they shocked by eve filing to cancel her contract as if the reasoning behind it isn’t mistreatment, abuse of power and lack of trust? like OBVIOUSLY shes gonna wanna leave when shes got a trio like that

not her still worrying about midzys😭😭😭 girl fuck midzys aarw you okay?

omg i hope the members are doing okay

im crying she really only loved us till this spring

on one hand im literally heartbroken by this news, but she’s been working nonstop for a while and im glad shes taking herself out of that environment

The court ruled that Eve’s case would be partially approved, and she could be granted a preliminary injuction.

THANK GOD SHE’S LEAVING THAT COMPANY

omg the timing is amazing

©️ kim nabi

tay I would love to hear ur thoughts on skz twice and JYPE ur thoughts r always fascinating 🫶

LMAO ok i have. many actually so here we go

mostly all of my thoughts boil down to not being surprised that twice renewed (early! at that. they had months to do so) and how i wouldn't be surprised if skz did the same thing

i think we're all still really burned by how jyp treated got7 (which was not good!) and day6 (i know jae is on like. thin fucking ice w/ everyone but he was done insanely bad) but i think overall everyone needs to realize something and that it's skz are not got7 or day6. if anything, skz are probably the most favored bg of jyp lmao. they're treated pretty well and it's based solely in my opinion in the fact that chan is sort of the golden jyp child (he gets called jyp's son for a reason!!). jyp (the man and company) clearly has 100% trust in what chan can do and what skz can do. it's why he put together 3racha, it's why he lets them have full creative control, it's why he let chan put together skz himself and not the company to begin with. got7 did not have any of those privileges (even if they worked on songs, it most certainly was not like skz has from the beginning). this isn't to say the company hasn't made mistakes (putting minho on that goddamn roof for that thunderous performance recently comes to mind......lmao) but as a whole it's been a pretty decent going considering imo. even with hyunjin's temporary hiatus, i consider that lucky in the grand scheme. we could've seen him evaporate into the air like some other companies have done and never gotten an answer or seen him again. they had him take a break, and he came back better than ever.

i know everyone's really stressed that the boys are so busy right now (i do imagine they'll get a break soon btw), but i think we need to keep two things in mind in that a) they're in the middle of their contract, and are RAPIDLY gaining an audience. this will arguably be their busiest time no matter what. but b) the "world" at large has basically said we're "coming out" of a pandemic, so every event that was put off for two years is suddenly being squished together. tours, isac, appearances. again, it's not an excuse and in a more perfect world is more spaced out, but everyone's racing to get back to "normalcy" in some form, so it all feels very pushed together. imo there will probably be a real decent break in october or so, but that's just based on assumption, i think they'll probably get a few small ones in between too, especially with holidays coming up and whatnot.

i can't remember what the post said exactly or where i saw it but i did want to clarify that 3racha don't own their songs, not fully. they have the production and writing credits, sure, but they don't own them, and certainly not their masters. they're still being published under jyp with the jyp entertainment name, attached to the name stray kids, which as of now they don't own. actually owning your songs and masters is a HELL of a legal thing, speaking from experience of going through this as a swiftie. unless the boys have a specific contract saying they own all the rights, those still belong to jyp, unless they can one day buy them or sign some sort of agreement. song copyright and ownership and masters are an insane legal thing that personally i don't see them persuing, at least not right now. i know got7 made it seem p easy but jayb had to do so much work to get that business and legal wise lmao.

as for their future at jyp, i would 100% not be surprised if they renewed at the end of contract (we still have like. years to go but personally it would surprise me). skz basically have every resource at their disposal while still getting to make THEIR music, there's really no reason to. chan especially i think has a lot of loyalty to jyp (he talks so highly of jyp himself and of the company and their staff and has always admired everyone there, i'd be kinda shocked if he ever leaves tbh LMAO), and i honestly cannot see the boys splitting up. i think they'll be very much in a twice situation (which a lot of people were surprised about?? it wasn't a shock to me tbh lmao. twice are the jyp golden girls and mostly have no reason to leave, and now that their initial contract is up they're getting to relax a little, while still doing what they love with each other) and if they did leave it'd be after a 3 year renewal to finish out 10 years. honestly i could see them just being like 2pm and just sort of always there tbh LMAO. that's just me though!

anyways those are my. thoughts. i don't think think they're v popular though but this is just what i've Gleaned. i think it's better to stay optimistic and look at things a bit more big picture so that there's not so much stress about everything. i realize this post comes probably across as a company apologist (don't worry if jyp burned to the ground today i would celebrate LOUDLY) but i morseo think after seeing other companies skz have a p decent hand dealt to them rn, all things considered. a lot of what everyone's upset about isn't even specific to jyp, it's an idol culture/celebrity/industry standards thing, but i think it's easier to try and pinpoint it there, when really they're things that are just sort of rampant (and should be addressed and fixed but that takes time and a change in...everything so! who knows! i think things are better now than they have been though, if only a little).

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stray kids 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Minho EXPLICIT/NSFW

🖤 warnings: semi-public sex, marking, mild degradation, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, use of pet name ‘kitten’ 🖤

🚨🚨 banter and desecration of the jype practice room

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You should have expected something like this to happen, when you were called to the studio so late at night.

Felix and Hyunjin had called you just as you were getting unready for the evening, fully intending to sit in bed and watch videos on your phone until you fell asleep. But the call came in, and the two other members of the dance line sounded pretty damn concerned when you answered the phone.

Minho’s overworking himself, they said. He’s been doing the same choreography for hours because he keeps missing a beat, and he won’t let himself stop until he does it right. You had told Hyunjin to just fucking tell him to stop, but the boys would not let it go. Apparently, it’s all your job, as his girlfriend, to make him quit it. As if anyone can reason with Minho when he’s really in the zone.

But no; as soon as you arrived, Felix and Hyunjin called it a night, saying that they have schedules in the morning and can’t deal with this anymore. Which, in hindsight, is a very good thing.

Because right now, you’re hoping to God that nobody comes into the practice room.

The bright overhead lights are off, but the little ones over the entertainment center and along the counters are on, casting the two of you in a strange half-light. You’re sat on the floor in front of the enormous mirrored wall, pants gone, legs open so you can see far more of yourself than you’re used to seeing.

Minho is pressed behind you so that you’re between his legs, still fully dressed in his comfy practice clothes, holding your thighs open with one hand. Your legs are thrown over his to either side, and your head lolls back onto his shoulder.

“You’re not watching, kitten,” Minho chides. “If you’re not looking, I’ll stop.”

Well, you don’t want him to stop. You peel your eyes open, and focus your gaze on your reflection.

Minho has two fingers working into your slick pussy, and you have to watch as he scissors and stretches you open, pulls out to drag his wet fingers over your clit. The sound of it is enough to make your cheeks burn in shame, but you can’t look away. You don’t want him to stop.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, “So dirty.”

You yelp as Minho sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your neck, nibbling a bruise into your flesh as his fingers pump into you in perfect time. It makes your head spin, exactly how quickly the night turned from a half-hearted argument to get Minho to go home to this, so exposed and all for him.

“We’re gonna get caught and I’m gonna get killed by your manager,” you hiss.

“We won’t get caught if you stay quiet,” Minho replies.

You’re not so sure about that. There might be cameras in here, for fuck’s sake, but you assume Minho’s not that stupid. He had better not be, you steam, as you scan the ceiling line of the room for the security cameras that might or might not be catching all of this.

Minho bites you again, bringing you back from your paranoia. He seems determined to send you home covered in marks, that brat. You tilt your head a little just to see the smattering of brand-new purple bites along your throat, dark and plentiful enough that you have no idea what you’re going to wear for the next week to cover them.

“Focus, kitten,” he smirks.

“You’re not giving me enough to make me cum,” you whine, “You’re just doing this to torture me!”

“Who said anything about cumming?” Minho replies.

“I could walk right out of here,” you threaten.

“You would never.”

As if to prove it, Minho crooks his fingers inside you just right, and you buck your hips into his hand, letting out a strangled gasp that’s just on the edge of too loud.

“What did I say about keeping quiet?” he chastises, and you simmer.

He’s just taking out his bad day on you, and though you’ve been vocally and enthusiastically consenting the whole time (and still are!) you wish he wasn’t quite so happy to tease and provoke you. You know Minho, and you know that he’d gladly edge you for the rest of the night, if he’s in that kind of mood.

Thankfully for you, but unfortunately for your knees, that doesn’t seem to be the plan. While you’re still reeling from the pleasure, Minho pulls his fingers out completely, and slides out from behind you.

“Hey!” you protest.

“You’re fine, keep it down,” Minho grins.

And with that, he dumps you right over onto your front, elbows and knees meeting the hardwood of the practice room floor with a thud. You look up at yourself in the mirror, now so close to your nose, and you look like an absolute mess. Shirt rucked up around your chest and bare ass in the air, it’s painfully obvious to anyone who might walk by what’s going on.

“I still want you to watch, kitten,” Minho tells you.

He’s getting into place on his knees behind you, clothes still on but his joggers shimmied down his thighs so that he can fist his erection unencumbered. You can see him do it, in the mirror, his cock in hand as he kicks your thighs further apart and settles between them.

You whine a little. “But I look so-”

“So good?” Minho interrupts, “Yeah, I think so too.”

You were going to say ‘fucked up,’ but the sudden praise from Minho when he’s been so bossy all night is a welcome change, so you just accept it and preen a little, silently.

“Tell me again, what do you need to do?” he prompts you, leaning into you so that his cock drags against your pussy and makes you hiss at the sensation.

“Be quiet,” you say, through gritted teeth.

“And?”

You meet his eye in the mirror, and he looks so supremely self-satisfied that you almost want to turn around and tackle him to the floor, just take what you need for yourself if he’s gonna be so difficult. But you don’t.

No, you just spit out, “And watch myself.”

“There you go, kitten,” he praises. “Not so hard to remember, huh?”

Minho lines himself up against your entrance, and you want him so fucking badly that you can’t even conjure something suitably sarcastic to say in return. He’s hot and dripping against you, and you push your hips back against him until he laughs at you.

“Fine, fine. Needy,” he murmurs, and he pushes into you.

The first slow, deep slide into you is always the best, but here, like this, watching Minho’s eyes flutter shut as he holds fast to your hips and chews on his pouty lower lip, you think this might just be the best of the best yet.

“Watch yourself, not me.”

You roll your eyes at Minho as he corrects you yet again. “D’you think this is what Felix and Hyunjin wanted when they called me up?”

“I think they expected it,” Minho quips. “Disappointed but not surprised.”

The pace he’s set is leisurely and absolutely torturous, so deep but so slow. It’s not until he settles a hand on your lower back and makes you bend just slightly that you feel it – that perfect drag over your inner walls, and your eyes screw shut as a moan leaves your lips before you can stifle it.

“Min – there!” you whine, louder than you mean to.

Instantly, there’s a hand clapped over your mouth, Minho’s front pressed to your back as he reaches to shut you up. It startles you, and you glance up to meet his exasperated face in the mirror.

“I literally gave you two instructions and you can’t do either!” he complains. “Shut up or we’re really gonna get caught!”

“Don’t tell me to shut up!” you whisper furiously against his fingers.

Minho keeps his hand right there, clamped over your lips, his hips still driving into you as he supports himself with his ridiculous core strength. He still looks unimpressed, but his catlike eyes are bright and carefree, and that’s when you know that you’re in trouble.

“If you do that again I’m leaving you here and neither of us get to cum,” Minho tells you nonchalantly. “Stay quiet. And keep watching yourself.”

Two Less Lonely Girls

Reader x Chaeyoung

Requested

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers

Words: 960

Everyone has a guilty pleasure, it can be anything, and yours is liking Justin Bieber.

Yet, you found her, your company, your fellow Believer, Son Chaeyoung. She just does not give a fuck about what others think about her. She's just her, and no one else.

She may seem like a bad girl with her tattoos and styles of clothing, but to you, she's just this sweet best friend of yours. Sure, She seemed so cool when you first met, she is just so chill, so laid back. You were taken aback when she first talked to you asking you if you liked Justin Bieber.

You were listening to his songs on your phone and when you were about to deny it, she was like "Hey, I like him too!"

You two soon became close friends. You like how you two jam to Bieber, how you two stayed together at school, after school, at JYPE. Yes, you were a trainee as well. Even though you didn't debut together and went to another company, you two still keep in touch. You two were like Bonnie and Clyde, but like no Clyde, just Bonnie and Bonnie.

It is always fun to think about the old days. Like that time when you sneaked ramen in the company. You two were hiding in the bathroom, but soon your manager caught you two. You two got scolded a lot but those were some great memories to look back at.

And there is this one time, you were sick but still had to go on sixteen, you guys were at camp and you did your best to pretend you were fine. You were having a serious fever that you passed out when you got on the bed. You hate how you get sick so easily, you don't want others to worry which is why you always say that you are fine and take care of others. But back to that day, your fever was so high that you weren't even able to move.

Chaeyoung got very worried and immediately asked the older girls for help. She got Jihyo and some staff to help you wind down a little. She cared about you so much that she would take a bullet for you.

Before debuting, every trainee worked their asses off just to be in the debut team, you two were no different. After a long day of working, everyone would just go to sleep and rest. Yet, you two chose to watch movies together. Maybe not every night, but movie nights happened at least once a week.

Whenever you two are watching Twilight, the two of you wouldn't stop arguing about who's better. She would say, Kristen Stewart and you would say, Anna Kendrick. (I'm a big Pitch Perfect fan, who's surprised)

You always loved movie nights even they make you look dead the day after. Spending time with Chaeyoung and doing what you love is just what you need. The two of you still meet up sometimes and support each others' comebacks. The fans ship you two a lot. The both of you secretly ship yourselves as well. Sometimes you wonder what would it be like. You've never dated because of the contract. Sure, you've got some admirers. But when things get out of control, Chaeyoung was always there to help you. You wonder what it would be like, to date your best friend. Will playing with her hair means something else? And the way you draw patterns on her skin with your fingers. Will everything change?

You hate to admit it but every time you see her, your stomach aches. The butterflies she gave you, grew more and more.

"You should tell her." Your members advised.

Should you? She's your best friend after all, even if she doesn't feel the same.

She won't leave you... Right?

You've been avoiding her for a while now, saying you're busy and tired with the schedule. Did those ever stop you from meeting up?

Your members agreed that you stayed at the dorm for way too long and it is starting to be unhealthy. They somehow got Chaeyoung showing up at your door with your favourite flowers because she misses you.

"Y/N-ah."

"Hm?"

Your eyes not leaving your phone when she walked in.

"Did I do something wrong?"

You heard the crack in her voice, she was hurt, by you. No, what have you done? Chaeyoung is not the usual person to cry, and if she is showing this side, it must be a lot for her...

You slowly looked up at her, seeing her standing next to your bed.

"I..."

You need to get your shits together. Like, now. Seeing her being so confused and vulnerable makes you feel like the worst.

"Chae-ah... I'm sorry I've been ignoring you... It's just... I have this new thought... Of us."

Her eyes lit up when you said "us", part of her is frightened that you found out her having the biggest crush on you and feel disgusted, part of her is very excited that you might be returning her love for you. Whatever it is, she's not sure how to react.

"I think... I want us to be more than just best friends."

You waited for her reaction, you have finally told her how you feel.

"Me too, pabo-yah."

She showed her biggest smile while leaning in to hug you. The two of you just simply enjoying each others' company. After it felt like a couple of good minutes, the both of you pull out.

She looks at you and smile, one hand holding yours, the other on your cheek.

"There's gonna be two less lonely girls."

The both of you laughed as you pull her in another hug.

You Weren’t Mine to Lose

Mark Tuan X Reader

Word Count: 9.4K

Genre: Angst

Warning: Mentions of sex, cheating

Summary: You made the mistake of falling in love with someone who was never yours to begin with. What started off as a one night stand turned in to months of sneaking around with each other and devoting most of your time and energy to a man who was already in a relationship. However, the high you get from fooling around with Mark is the only thing that’s been keeping you from going completely insane. But what happens when lust turns to love?

A/N: Hey guys, so I have good news and bad news. Let’s start with the bad news, I had to get a second job (On top of my teaching job and being a full time college student) so this means I won’t be able to write as much as I normally do (I haven’t even started on my new series just yet and I’m sorry for those who are anticipating it I have no clue when I will actually get around to writing it) but the good news is I have two stories prepared to post within the next few weeks so there’s that to look forward to. I hope you’re all doing well, especially after the news of Yugyeom signing with another company but honestly, I am so happy for him. If all seven of them end up leaving the company entirely, good for them. They deserve so much better than the shit excuse of a company JYPE is and I support each and every single member in all of their endeavors and plans for the future. With that being said, happy reading. (Based on August by Taylor Swift). 

Salt air, and the rust on your door I never needed anything more Whispers of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before"

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mineYour back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinkin' I had you

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call And say, "Meet me behind the mall" So much for summer love and saying "us" 'Cause you weren't mine to lose You weren't mine to lose, no

“Fuck—go faster, please—M—Mark, I need you to go faster—sh—shit shit, just like that.” 

Mark Tuan, ever the gentleman did as he was told. However, he would do anything you asked of him during moments like this, God knows he wanted it too. His cock felt so wonderful grazing against your tight, sopping walls. His hardened tip continuously hit the back of your cervix, kissing it with each and every thrust. 

The two of you were going at it for almost an hour now; both of you reached your highs after giving each other mind blowing head—but you had yet to come together. You edged him three times, riding him until his cum reached the tip of his cock only to lift yourself off of him, earning you a scowl and the sexiest grunts of frustration. 

He left multiple slap marks on your ass; letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you have all power against him. No matter how much fun he’d have whenever you did dominate him and take over the sex session, he wasn’t letting you have all the fun tonight. There was sweat dripping down both your bodies—his entire body was warm with fervor as he continued to leave multiple hickeys along the valley of your breasts. 

His breath was hot against your neck as he tried his best to conceal his moans; it was surprising, his room had no echo whatsoever—yet, the many sinful noises falling from his mouth and yours bounced off the walls along with the sound of skin on skin slapping against each other. His thrusts were relentless as he picked up his pace; pumping in to you as if he was trying to punish you for being naughty. His pelvis ramming against your bare cheeks made a loud crack sound each time he pulled out and shoved himself back inside of you. 

It was addicting; feeling him bury himself balls deep inside of your pussy, but you were well aware that the sensation had an even bigger effect on him than it did you. Doggy style was Mark’s favorite position right next to watching you bounce up and down on him as your breasts jiggled all but gently. Something about being able to see his cock sliding so easily in to your tight walls drove the older boy fucking crazy. 

“Fuck y/n—so fucking tight as always baby. Tell me how it feels—I want to know that I’m driving you insane—“

“Feels—so good Mark—so, so good.” 

He hummed contently against the crook of your neck while picking up his pace if it was even possible. At this point, he was practically drilling himself inside of you; it came as a shock that you both still had yet to cum. On other occasions, you and Mark had no problem with reaching your highs with just your hands and mouths alone. Penetration was your favorite part of sex, so you had a feeling your body wanted to indulge in having Mark’s cock inside of your pussy for as long as you could have him for. 

“You feel so amazing y/n, I could fuck you for hours. I will never get tired of having your cunt wrapped around my dick. Please—tell me you’re close. I’m about to lose my damn mind here pretty soon.” You giggled softly against his chest; nodding in agreement while placing a few wet kisses near the sensitive spot right below his ear. 

“I’m close, so close—“

He bit softly against your collarbone, trying to hide the fact that he was seconds away from losing his will to do anything. You were just that mind blowing. Unfortunately, right as you were about to let the wave of lust consume your entire body like a wildfire, there was a new sound that filled the room. The piercing ring of a cellphone broke you out of your Mark induced haze. T

his wasn’t the first time his phone went off while the two of you were busy loving up on each other’s bodies; there were multiple situations where Mark had to cuss out his friends because they always seemed to try and get in touch with him at all the wrong times. There was even one night where he threw his phone at the wall because it wouldn’t stop ringing. When you felt Mark tense up at the blaring noise, you had a huge feeling you knew exactly who was on the other line. He looked up at you and released an exasperated sigh before doing the unthinkable. You wanted him to ignore it, just like he did almost every single time, but he tapped gently on your thigh; as if he was nonverbally asking for you to put your late night romp on pause. 

“Mark, are you fucking serious—“

“It’ll just be a minute, tops. I promise. No funny business, please.” 

To your dismay, he reached for his phone and answered the call. It was tempting—the idea of palming his naked sex, fondling his balls or even grinding your wet folds against his thigh—you knew you would get some kind of reaction out of him. Mark was a very sensitive person; physically and mentally. It didn’t take much for him to cry; emotionally and sexually. 

He cried in front of you more times than you could count on your fingers. Whether it was because of a sad movie, when school could get a little too much for him to handle or the time he got the news that his grandfather was diagnosed with stage three lung cancer, he didn’t hesitate to pour out his feelings in front of you. You felt special knowing that you were one of the very few people who’d get to see that side of Mark; his soft, gentle, fragile side. Not the confident, overbearing and egotistical asshole he’d portray himself out to be on campus. 

During the times you would find yourself on your knees, milking him dry of his white, creamy liquid and making sure his legs would wobble by the end of the night, he’d always cry out in pleasure while begging you to do something—anything to help soothe the pleasurable soreness you caused to his lower body. You knew you’d be treading in rough waters if you did tease him in any way while he was on the phone with her, but you were coming to the point where you didn’t even care if she were to find out anymore. 

“Hello? Hey, what’s up? Everything okay?” 

You laughed sarcastically in disbelief—what was so important that couldn’t wait a few more minutes? Something had to be wrong with Mark—who in their right mind would put a halt on fulfilling their carnal urges just to answer the damn phone? You rolled your eyes in irritation—it’s because she was the one trying to get in touch with him. His girlfriend of a year and a half, Aubrey. 

You never understood why Mark continued to fool around with you when he had a girlfriend. What started off as a one night stand at a house party one of his friends threw a little over five months ago turned in to a dangerous affair between the two of you. For the longest time, you knew nothing of the girl in question; Mark was really good at hiding her existence. 

He never told you that he was in a relationship, you didn’t see her at any party or gathering nor did you get a chance to see her around school. But that was because she was his girlfriend from back home. He only saw her during breaks or if she flew up to see him, but for most of their relationship—they were long distance. That was the only plausible reason you believed he allowed this relationship or whatever it was between the two of you to continue. 

One day, you were playing games on Mark’s phone when she sent him a message, asking him what he was doing. At first, you just assumed it was a friend of his or maybe even a classmate, but then, she told him that she missed him and told him to call her when he had the chance. You confronted him in anger; sure, you found it completely weird that he continued to see you—especially for more than just sex. The two of you couldn’t even be considered fuck buddies—no, not when you’d go to sleep wrapped tightly in his warm embrace only to wake up in the morning to his signature gummy smile and stinky morning breath. 

You’d go on cute little dates—or what you assumed were dates. He’d hold your hand and compliment you on your beauty and whatever outfit you put together that day. He’d call you if he couldn’t sleep, he’d pick you up from and drop you off to school, he’d cook you food if he noticed that you were tired and he even made a playlist of songs that reminded him of you; albeit, most of them were meant for when the two of you would stumble in to bed together, but it also contained songs that were more heartfelt and romantic. 

You had a hard time understanding why you were letting him continue to use you. You hated cheaters with a passion; you’ve seen homewreckers ruin multiple marriages within your family and the idea of someone in a relationship fooling around with another person made your skin crawl—yet here you were, fucking with another girl’s boyfriend. You went against all your beliefs and every single rule you were taught to follow just for the devastatingly handsome and sweet talking man sitting right in front of you. 

Honestly, you felt bad for his girlfriend. It was obvious that Mark meant a lot to her. She would constantly text him and send him pictures of what she’d be eating or if she went somewhere the two of them used to frequent. You felt horrible; Aubrey seemed like such a sweet girl and she was completely oblivious to the fact that there was someone else involved in Mark’s life. There were so many times you wanted to call it quits with Mark, you couldn’t keep fooling around with him considering the fact that he had someone at home who loved him—almost as much as you did. 

When you first found out that you weren’t the only one, you should have told him it was over. You should have told him that you weren’t the kind of person who was fine with committing adultery nor did you want to be the other woman—you were a firm believer in monogamous relationships but you didn’t have the strength to tell him no when he began to leave wet, sloppy kisses all along your jaw. You were in deep and you despised the fact that you were so hooked on to him. Mark was everything you could ever want in a significant other; not only was he the most attractive man you have ever laid your eyes on, but he was soft-spoken and gentle towards you. 

At school, he was a cocky prick; his group of friends were some of the most popular guys at your university. It seemed as though every student either wanted to be them, be friends with them or to be with them. But when the two of you were alone, his demeanor would take a 360 degree turn. Sometimes, you’d find it hard to believe that he had two personalities; one meant for his friends and everyone he associated himself with and another one meant for you and only you. It got you thinking though, how did he act when he was with Aubrey? 

Did he treat her the way he did you? Was he protective over her? Could she make him laugh the way you seemingly never failed to? Did he get flustered by a single smile or graze of her fingers against his arm? Was he constantly checking up on her to see how her day was going? He hardly ever talked to her when the two of you were together and seeing as how most of your free time was spent with him, you wondered when he had the chance to call her. 

There were only two instances where he answered her phone call when you were hanging out together. He always gave you an apologetic frown while taking the call and it was when you heard him tell her that he loved her that you knew, you were in love with him. It felt like a painful jab to the chest—for months, you’ve been lying to yourself. 

I don’t love him, I just love who I am when I’m with him. I love how he takes such good care of me and how he fucks me so well. 

You’d repeat those words to yourself every single time that you’d get to see him. With every kiss he’d steal from the corner of your mouth or every smile and look of adoration he’d send your way, you began to feel something deep in your chest. Whenever he’d drop you home, you always felt so empty—like a piece of you went with him back to his place. 

Mark Tuan owned your heart; there was no doubt about it. You’ve been with quite a few guys in the last three years of college but none of them could ever make you feel as over the moon or as elated the way Mark so easily did. He made you so happy; your heart rate would increase rapidly just by the mere sight of him. His laughter—his high pitched, contagious laugh always seemed to send fire through your veins. For months, you tried to accept the fact that all you would ever be to Mark was a place to put his cock while he was away from his actual significant other. 

Maybe, he was only kind, affectionate and generous towards you because it was the only way to get you to stay by his side. If it were anyone else in your shoes, they probably would have given up on him once it was revealed that he was already in a relationship. 

How did he not feel even the smallest ounce of guilt rearranging your guts; pressing you up against his balcony and fucking you in to the next week knowing that his girlfriend was waiting patiently for him to graduate so they could finally be together? And how could he not feel remorse considering the fact that he brought you in to this mess? He was selfish; that you felt wholeheartedly was true. If he cared about you or Aubrey, he would have either broken up with her as soon as the two of you found yourselves falling in to bed together the first time, or he would have never even cheated on her in the first place. How could he continue this facade? How was he fine with playing not just his girlfriend, but you too? He probably didn’t think you held any romantic feelings for him and God—if only that was the truth. 

If you had the choice, you would go back to the beginning of your arrangement and made it your mission to have never fell in love with him. You would have made yourself immune to his endless flirting, you wouldn’t let yourself kiss him other than when you would have sex, you would have made sure that what went on with you and him was strictly physical. No feelings—No emotions—nothing. It was only natural for you to have felt something for him. If you knew back then what you currently know now, you would have never allowed him in to your life—in to your heart. 

You would have never let him tear down the walls you’ve built so high in attempts to keep people out. You would have never allowed him to take up your entire mind—you wouldn’t have given him your body if he wasn’t willing to take all of you. Who were you kidding? There was no regretting Mark Tuan. Even if you were given the chance to go back to the past, you wouldn’t change a thing. Mark Tuan was your person, whether you wanted to accept it or not. He was the rightful owner of your heart, even if you didn’t own his. You couldn’t really hear what she was saying over the phone, but Mark’s brows began to furrow; as if something bad happened. 

Since he was distracted, you took this time to pull away from him—retracting his cock from your now dry folds. Tears were brimming at your eyelids and you would rather die than give him a reason to inflate his ego. He’d have a field day if he found out that you were in love with him; that was the last thing you needed—the last thing he deserved. You would always come second to Audrey. He might have currently been in bed with you; his limbs tangled with yours—running his hands through your hair, tracing the outline of your features feather lightly, kissing every corner of your face, but at the end of the day, Aubrey had the rightful title of his girlfriend. Not you. Nor would it ever be you, even if they did break up one day. 

If Mark saw you as someone with more than just a casual fuck to him, then he would have solidified your relationship months ago. If he harbored any sort of feelings for you, he’d feel wrong telling another girl that he loved her.  Did he though? Did he love her? If he genuinely loved her or at least cared for her—especially because they were in a relationship together, he would never have cheated on her. 

When you love someone, you never want to put them in any kind of situation that would hurt them and you most definitely wouldn’t feel right giving yourself—your time, love, effort and energy to anyone else but that person. As soon as he saw you getting up from off the bed, he asked Aubrey to wait a minute and gave her the excuse that someone rung on his doorbell. You had to force yourself not to say or do anything that would get him in trouble with his girlfriend. 

“What are you doing? I said I’d be hanging up with her soon I’m literally about to end the call—“

“Don’t bother—I’m no longer in the mood anymore so you go finish up with her while I finish myself off.” 

You picked up your clothes from where they were thrown on the ground and headed over to the bathroom; locking the door before he could try and stop you or get you to change your mind. In the corner of your eye, you could see him attempt to follow you, but he must’ve stopped altogether once you shut the door. 

A choked up sob fell from your lips and you tried so hard to prevent any tears from falling, but it was inevitable. Why did you let this go on for so long? Mark was breaking your heart more and more as the days went on and you were the pathetic fool who continued to allow him in doing so. You were wrapped around his finger and there was nothing you could do about it. As soon as you put on all your clothes, you rinsed your face free of any tears and took a deep breath before returning outside. 

All you wanted to do was return back to your apartment. You needed some time to think out this entire arrangement. The idea of losing Mark—no longer having him in your life, no longer being able to kiss his pretty lips, to be held in his protective embrace, to hear him whisper sweet nothings while he passionately made love to you, it broke your heart. It was as if he had somewhat of a Stockholm syndrome hold on you. He was ruining you mentally; he was holding you captive and you weren’t able to leave him—nor did you willingly want to. At this point, you were fine with Mark taking advantage of your patience. All you wanted was him; in anyway you could have him. 

Once you felt like you gave yourself enough time to breathe and recollect your thoughts, you hesitantly made your way back in to his room and you were secretly hoping he’d still be occupied with Aubrey so you didn’t have to worry about him stopping you and questioning what just happened. If this were to happen in the beginning of your affair, you wouldn’t have let it got to you and you were sure you’d continue from where the two of you left off from; but now that there were feelings involved—specifically your feelings, there was no way you could pretend that nothing was wrong. That—you were fine with being a side chick who would drop anything and everything just to be at his beck and call. You were sure you’d spill everything; knowing the kind of person you were, you would probably tell him how and when your feelings of lust turned in to love and how you respected yourself a lot more now to continue staying with someone who technically belonged to another woman. 

He might not have seen her in a long while, but he continued to act like everything was fine between them. Not once has he ever told you exactly what she meant to him—she hardly ever came up in conversation. It’s as if he never wanted to bring her up and you understood that it was because Mark was well aware that as someone who was sleeping around with him, you probably wouldn’t want to hear about his girlfriend. To your dismay, he was no longer on the phone and he was sitting at the edge of the bed—still naked and waiting for you to come out. 

Right as his gaze landed on you, he leaped up from off the bed and made a beeline toward you. He tried to reach out to you, but you shook your head—you didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt. You were exhausted; he continued to take, take, take from you and although he was very generous in bed, he didn’t give the same amount of devotion in a romantic aspect. He didn’t fulfill your heart’s desires like he did with your lustful ones. 

“Where are you going baby—“

“Don’t. Don’t give me that baby shit Mark, you just got off the phone with your girlfriend for heaven’s sakes. I think it would be best for the both of us if I were to leave before I say or do something I will regret.”

“Wait—what are you even saying? What happened y/n? Why do you sound so upset? You knew exactly what you were signing up for as soon as we hooked up—“ 

You let out a scoff of disbelief. Was he being real right now? It was too late, you were going to let everything out tonight. If he ended up not reciprocating your feelings, then there was nothing you could do. These last six months opened your eyes to the reality that you were never going to mean as much to Mark the way he did to you. You could try anything; you could fuck him as much as both your time and energy permitted you to. You could do whatever it was he asked of you, but it would never be enough. You would never be enough. 

There was something Aubrey had that you didn’t; you couldn’t quite put your finger on it—it couldn’t have been because they have a longer history. Maybe he felt obligated to continue staying with her. Although you knew Mark like the back of your hand—you knew practically every little thing about him, there had to be some information that he left you in the dark about. Maybe their parents were friends and he just wanted to please the both of them by staying with her or maybe he genuinely liked her, but he had his desires that needed to be fulfilled and he was going to use you until they could finally be together again.

“I didn’t know anything you asshole! You kept Aubrey a secret from me for an entire fucking month. I shouldn’t have told you I was okay with continuing whatever it is that’s going on between you and I. It’s not fucking fair Mark, to her or to me. We were fucking when your girlfriend called! Does it not bother you in the least way that you’re playing the both of us? Do you not sit back and think that what you’re doing is wrong? Yes, I’m sleeping around with a man in a relationship, but you’re the one allowing it! You’re just as at fault here, so don’t try to make it seem like you’re not doing anything wrong! Admit it, you get off on some kind of high knowing that you have the ability to manipulate two different women. One who you call your girlfriend and one who you call when you need to get your dick wet. I don’t know who you think you are Mark, but I’m tired of being your puppet. I’m tired of giving you the ability to break me—to do whatever you want with me. I let it go all these months; I know it was wrong and I feel like such a bitch for getting involved with you knowing you have a girlfriend. I made a vow to myself never to do such a thing but look Mark—I’m a fucking mistress! I can’t blame you completely because I’m still here, but I need you to know that I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. With this—with you. Have a nice life, I no longer want to be apart of it.” 

You quickly grabbed your bag from his bedside table and stormed out of his room—if he were to come after you and attempt to sweet talk you in to staying; at his apartment and in his life, you would’ve gave in to him and that powerful speech you just poured your heart in to would have all been for nothing.  As much as you wanted to rid him from your thoughts entirely and say that you felt as though a huge weight has been lifted from off your shoulders, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt when you realized he wasn’t chasing after you. But then again, this was what you wanted—your heart could no longer handle the fact that he didn’t care for you or love you the way you practically gave him your entire being. 

You would have done anything for the older boy—you were well aware of that and so was he; but allowing him to play with your emotions all the while leading you on was something you refused to let continue. From the time you were a little girl, you were extremely insecure about every single little feature on your body; your bushy eyebrows, your chubby cheeks, your sharp nose that you believed was too big, your crooked teeth and short neck. You also didn’t like the fact that you were only 5”2—you felt like people didn’t take you seriously because you were so tiny. However, over the course of your arrangement with Mark, you didn’t know how you did it—but you fell in love with everything you believed you hated about yourself. 

Unfortunately, you knew Mark had a lot to do with it. He praised your body on a daily basis, like it was his duty to tell you how breathtakingly beautiful you were and how your body was handcrafted by Leonardo DaVinci himself. During your sexual activities; whether it was when he’d find himself with his face buried in your cunt, or if he had you pressed up against the counter, he never failed to compliment you on how soft your skin was, how insane your curves were and how he truly believed you were God’s favorite with how amazing your body was. 

Only then did it hit you—Mark only ever seemed to compliment you when his dick was deep inside of you or right after the two of you reached euphoria together. You had to accept it—you were just a fuck buddy, a play thing—someone to help him relieve stress and find pleasure through. When you reached your car, you sat in it and cried for a few moments; allowing everything to come out. 

It was hysterical; less than an hour ago, you were crying out of frustration because he kept fucking you with his fingers but refused to fill you with his length until you begged him to do so. Now, your sobs were filling up your entire vehicle all because you couldn’t let your affair to continue anymore. Everything seemed to be getting out of hand. You put so much effort in to something so pathetic all for a boy who couldn’t give less of a shit about you—a stupid, egotistical, manipulative, selfish asshole. You wanted to wait until you were completely calm and free of any more tears before you began to drive back to your apartment. 

Did all of that really just happen? What were you going to do now? There was no way you could just pretend like he was nothing to you. Six months of memories; kissing him in bathrooms that was hardly ever used at your university, singing along to Disney movies, helping each other with homework, attempting to cook meals that either of you saw on food network and ultimately failing, driving to another state on a whim just because you needed a break from life—every single beautiful moment spent with him was forever etched in to the back of your mind. 

Mark Tuan was the rightful owner of your heart; he was the reason why it would flutter and rapidly beat as much as it would sink and tear apart by the smallest mistake or argument. You continuously repeated to yourself that this was what you needed—you needed to let him go sooner or later or else he would end up breaking you completely; until you were a shell of nothing. 

Two weeks went by since that night and you could honestly say they were the worst two weeks of your entire life. You weren’t even exaggerating—you were miserable beyond belief. Mark hasn’t tried to get in contact with you at all since you stormed out of his apartment and with every swig you took of whatever alcohol beverage you drank in order to take your mind off of the man in question, you attempted to coerce yourself in believing that this is what you wanted. 

This is what was best for you. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell though; sure, you told him that you were done with him and you no longer wanted to have anything to do with him, but he gave up so easily. It felt like a slap in the face by reality that your biggest worries were true—he had no legitimate feelings for you; just lust. He could get anyone he wanted to take your place; you were just another useless body. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were to find out that he told his friends about you and what the two of you have been doing for the last few months. 

His group of friends were notorious for having a group chat that they would brag about all of their hookups. You were so tempted to reach out to him and the multiple amounts of alcohol you’d consume would only make you crave his presence a lot more. Some days were better than others and by better, you didn’t cry as much and you actually would get some sleep. Why did you allow this to happen? 

Anyone who knew anything about friends with benefit relationship were well aware that it could never be just sex. Things always got messy; one person fell in love while the other didn’t reciprocate the same feelings. In this case, you were the poor unfortunate soul who got the short end of the stick—you fell in love knowing that your feelings would never be reciprocated. It was heartbreaking; the first time you ever loved someone—it just so happened to be a person that was never yours in the first place. Once you were to move on from Mark completely, you were afraid that you would never be able to love anyone else. 

This entire arrangement ruined your outlook on love permanently. You had to force yourself not to try and reach out to him—there was a point where you even hid your phone because you were afraid you’d give in and call him. He obviously didn’t care—losing you wasn’t a loss to him at all. Not if you never meant anything to him in the first place. Your friends tried to reach out to you multiple times throughout your emotional episode; it wasn’t like you drop off the face of the earth without an explanation. But nobody knew about you and Mark—nor would anyone understand what you were doing with him. 

You were still in your early twenties, but you weren’t too young to realize that having an affair was wrong. You’ve known that even when you were a little girl—if your friends or even your family were to find out the mess that you’ve gotten yourself in to, they’d be so disappointed. Every time your phone went off, you held on to a tiny string of hope that it would be Mark trying to get in contact with you. It was too much of you to hope that maybe, just maybe he came to the conclusion that he missed you, that he was nothing without you and that he accepted the thought of loving you. However, it was always your close friends trying to get you to go out with them. 

As much as you felt like you should say yes to them and allow yourself to move on by joining in on activities to keep you preoccupied, you didn’t have the strength, energy or desire to do anything at all. At the three week point, you came to accept that Mark wasn’t coming back. He was done with you, and there was nothing you could do about it. When you returned back to school, your friends were on your case—pointing out the fact that you looked like literal death. Claiming that you’ve lost at least ten pounds since the last time they saw you and that your cheekbones were more prominent. 

They also stated that you looked as though you haven’t slept in days—your eye bags were dark and your eyes were puffier than usual. Like you had done with everyone else in your life; you lied and gave them the excuse that you had some kind of bug and that your doctor told you that it would be best for you to stay bedridden. Thankfully, they bought it—you didn’t need the constant reminder of why you were acting like someone died. 

“Hey, I know you don’t care about anyone from Jinyoung’s group of friends, but did you happen to see Mark’s girlfriend yet? She’s here for spring break. She’s so pretty; I don’t understand why she would want to come to a university on her vacation, but maybe she just wants to spend time with her boyfriend no matter what it is that they do. They’re so cute together.” 

Everything your best friend was telling you about Mark and Aubrey felt like a punch to the gut. Every single word twisted your heart and you began to grow lightheaded. So that’s why he didn’t come after you that night; maybe she told him she was coming to visit him. He didn’t need you anymore—he’d have someone, his someone in particular to give him his fill. He might have been cheating on her, but you didn’t think he’d be the type to sleep with two different girls at the same time—then again, it would probably raise his confidence levels in such an obnoxious way. 

If only your friend knew how much her words were taking over your mind—how much they were ruining you and slowly tearing you apart. You wanted to cry—you felt like screaming to get her to stop. She had no idea about your relationship with Mark, so it wasn’t as though she was trying to make you feel bad. Even if she did know, she wouldn’t do anything to hurt your feelings—although, she would have been upset to hear about your poor choices. 

“I—uh—no. I’ve only been here for about ten minutes so—I wouldn’t know. Cool. I should get going. I’ve already missed out on so much—I’ll call you later.” 

You wasted no time briskly heading to your first class. Honestly, you didn’t even want to go anymore. Coming to school was a mistake—what was another day of missing class? You’ve been doing your work online; there was really no reason to be there other than for attendance purposes. You didn’t feel like you learned anything anyway, so there was really no point at all. You mentally cursed yourself at your negative thoughts—this was all Mark’s fault. Before him, you genuinely enjoyed school. 

Your education meant everything to you. Whenever you were assigned homework—you completed it before your next day of class. Some of your professors complimented your on your work ethic and your English professor even asked you to become their TA because you were always so on top of things. Now, you couldn’t wait for school to be over with and you didn’t even care whether or not you passed any of your classes this semester. 

Nothing mattered to you anymore and it was so disheartening that you allowed a stupid asshole to have this effect on you. To flip your world upside down and make you hate everything that used to bring you so much joy and contentment. You were busy trying to avoid people in the hallway and you couldn’t care less about whether or not you ended up bumping in to someone. Today was just not your day and if people were smart, they’d stay far away from you.  

Your phone began to ring, and when you saw that one of your other friends were trying to get in touch with you, you were debating on answering. Human interaction wasn’t something you wanted to put up with for the rest of your time on campus. Everything was all too much for you to take in. The idea of Mark—introducing Aubrey to everyone as his girlfriend, the risk of seeing them together—kissing, holding hands, hugging, acting sweet to one another, it was messing with your head. 

Heard you’re back, if you’re free right now, did you want to get some coffee?

The word no was at the tip of your tongue—you were afraid that you’d give yourself away if you showed any sort of emotion that proved you weren’t sick at all. However, you loved coffee and you were sure it would be the only kind of positivity you’d be able to have at all today so you were going to take what you could get. 

It didn’t take too long for you to reach the coffee shop—there were three spread throughout campus, so you made your way over to where your friend said to meet them. You put in your headphones and blasted your playlist of sad songs—most people would try to steer clear of melancholic music while they were going through such a difficult time but it actually brought you peace. Some weird, twisted kind of peace but nonetheless, it helped you cope with the pain that Mark’s sudden absence left on you. The smell of coffee was soon ridding you of your anxiety and you were quick to see your friend towards the back of the shop. She waved you down and you acknowledged her before getting in line to place your order. 

“Next in line.” 

You gave a soft smile to the barista and gave him your order—going with a large caramel macchiato with three shots of espresso, you were in need of caffeine in the hopes that it would give you enough energy to last through three classes. When you pulled to the side and began to scroll through Instagram, your friend sent you a playful text message about how she was glad that you went with the biggest size, you were definitely going to need it. 

“I have a grande matcha latte and a venti iced americano with almond milk for Aubrey—“ 

Your heart felt as if it was about to combust out of your chest at the sound of her name. Sure, there could have been multiple Aubrey’s on your campus. It wasn’t an uncommon name—but you knew the americano was Mark’s go to beverage. He was lactose intolerant and the first time you went to get coffee together, he told you that americanos helped him stay awake. You didn’t want to look up—you were afraid of seeing her or worse—seeing him. 

Life could be a bitch sometimes. Maybe this was your karma for fooling around with someone who was already taken. You couldn’t help it, you lifted your head up to see the girl who owned the heart of the man who owned yours and you ultimately regretted doing so. She was beautiful—there was no doubt about it. No matter how much you wanted to be bitter and say that she was ugly or that you couldn’t understand what Mark saw in her, you knew that was far from the truth. You’ve only seen a few pictures on her Instagram when you accidentally stumbled upon her account one day but her pictures didn’t do her justice at all. Her long brown hair was in big, bouncy waves.

She was wearing a red, summer dress with a pair of heels. You could feel yourself choking up at the sight of her and all her beauty and you began to mentally scold yourself for not putting any effort in to your outfit at all today. But what did it matter? At the end of the day, it was her who got to say that Mark was her person. She got to tell people with confidence that they were a couple while you had to hide behind the cafeteria or shopping malls in the fear of anyone recognizing the two of you. 

She grabbed the two drinks and made her way to a table near where your friend was sitting. Out of all the places that she could have decided to meet you, it just had to be the same place that Mark’s girlfriend was currently at all the while waiting for him. Was it too late for you to come up with an excuse as to why you couldn’t stay for too long? Surely she’d be able to understand right? 

There was no way you could be able to withstand being in the same room with the man that ripped your heart from out of your chest and threw it on the ground right in front of you—stepping on it like a used cigarette. That’s all you were to him—a cigarette. You were bad for him—but he was addicted to you and he used you only when it was beneficial to him. Just like the way smoking addicts would turn to cigarettes for stress relief, Mark would come to you for a way to release any pent up frustration and just like when the cigarette burns out and the high is over, you’re thrown to the ground and discarded until he needed another hit. 

“Y/n, I have your venti caramel macchiato.” 

Your hands were shaking and all the wind was knocked out of you. After politely thanking the barista, you took in a deep breath as you sauntered to the direction of your friend. You began to plan out ways to escape this unfortunate situation you found yourself in. Fate must’ve had something against you; this wasn’t a coincidence that you’d be in the same exact place at the same exact time as the both of them. This was your payback—your punishment and you were just going to have to take it like a big girl. 

“Hey y/n. I’m so happy to see you again, although, from what everyone who has seen you has told me so far, you really don’t look too good. Maybe you should have asked your doctor to give you a few more days off—“

“I’m fine, really. I can’t afford to miss out on any more school or else I won’t graduate on time. Don’t worry about me. Let’s talk about you, inform me on everything I missed.” 

As she began to tell you about how her life was going and how much you missed out on so many fun outings, everything she was saying went through one ear and out the other. Thankfully, your back was facing where Aubrey was sitting. You were sure if you were able to see her, you wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off of her. Your friend continued to explain the crisis she was experiencing with one of her AP classes and you felt bad for not giving a shit at all. You tried to muster any kind of response and you could tell your “oh really?” and your “that sucks” were completely insincere, but if she noticed anything out of the ordinary—she didn’t say anything. 

You didn’t think anything of the chime of the front door, but something in your chest—probably the fact that you grew accustomed to the distinct sound of Mark’s footsteps made it known that he was now there and your suspicions were soon answered when he spoke up. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late. My professor held us back for five minutes. You weren’t waiting too long were you?” She giggled softly at her apology and it had to be the green monster of jealous on your back that was growing annoyed at the sound. 

“No. I just got our drinks. So how was class baby?” 

The term of endearment made your skin crawl—baby. You used to call him that; but then again, it was only when you were fucking him. Only once did you ever call him baby other than when you were having your fun together and he never really reacted to it. He must’ve been used to hearing you say it during your many hookups that it was second nature to you. You couldn’t handle staying in the coffee shop for a minute longer—you were afraid that something inside of you would get you to walked over to their table and tell her everything. 

Mark didn’t deserve to have a happy ending—not after all that he’s put you through. If you had to suffer, so did he. But you weren’t like that. You weren’t a terrible, heartless person no matter how much you wanted to be. You wanted to hurt him—break him—ruin him the way he so easily did to you. You wanted every single one of his thoughts to be filled with you and how he played you. Your mind was begging you to leave—the last thing you needed was to make a fool out of yourself and who knew? He could pretend that he had no idea what you were talking about and make you seem like the biggest idiot ever. 

“Hey, I actually planned on talking to my physics professor about missing assignments so I think I’m going to head out. Sorry about that.” The younger girl shook her head before giving your hand a comforting squeeze. 

“You’re fine! Don’t stay away from us any longer okay? We’re only young once, let’s make the most of what we still can.” 

You mirrored her expression and nonverbally agreed before picking up your books and your bag. Right as you said your goodbyes, you abruptly turned around and collided with a body. Not just any body—the body you’ve grown so familiar with in the last half a year. The body that made you feel so safe, so comforted, so happy and so serene. The body you’ve missed more than anything—Mark.

“I’m so sorry I should have looked where I was going—y/n?” 

Hearing him say your name again after almost an entire month of not seeing or hearing from him sent you through so many different emotions and you felt like you were on the verge of both throwing up and crying. It wasn’t a sensation you were used to nor did you ever want to get used to it. You just wanted to get the hell out of there. You didn’t even look up at him; your initial instinct would probably be to either punch him or to kiss him and both options would bring you so many problems. 

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me—“ you attempted to walk away from him; being this close in proximity to him was suffocating. Your chest felt heavy and you were growing nauseous. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry—that night—I can explain—“

“There’s nothing for you to explain Mark. I’d watch myself if I were you. Your girlfriend is right over there. You’re not as quiet as you think you are, I don’t even know why you’re talking to me or what you feel the need to explain yourself. What we had is over. You and I are over, so there’s no need—“

“Please, we need to talk. I need to tell you something—“ 

Now would be a good time to just bring your fist up and force it against his cheek. Did he hear himself? He was gone—he stayed away for weeks. He made you feel like complete and utter shit. He didn’t fight for you or your relationship—he didn’t beg you to stay nor did he try to stop you at all. Seeing him right now, you noticed that you were more angry with him than you were missing him. Did he really think that you were going to take him back with open arms as though the last three weeks of hell that you suffered through never happened at all? Did he think you were that stupid and that desperate enough to go crawling back to him with the snap of a finger? 

He knew that he had the power to get you to come running to him even if he didn’t try to stop you that night. If you were to tell him why you were so angry with the fact that she interrupted your time with him, he would have seen right through you. If Mark had any kind of common sense, he would be able to pick up on the fact that it had nothing to do about being interrupted during sex. You wanted to laugh sarcastically—his girlfriend was a mere five feet away, he was truly unbelievable. 

“Your silence that night spoke volumes for you so I think it’s best if we pretend like what we had never happened at all. You better go return back to her or else she’ll know something is up. I meant what I said when I left you, I no longer want to be apart of your life if my place—my presence isn’t as much of a priority as yours is in mine. Now, before I end up walking over there and telling her exactly who you are and who I was to you, be smart and leave it as it is.” 

You shoved passed him and walked out of the shop with so much weight off of your shoulders. Telling him off felt amazing; there was so much more you wish you could have said, but you already felt eyes on the two of you and you didn’t want to bring any more attention to the two of you. You were sure your friend must’ve saw the entire exchange go down and she would most likely have a lot of questions, but you didn’t care about anything at all—your mind was set on going back home. 

Sleep sounded so good right now and as much as running away from your problems wasn’t ideal, you deserved some rest. You didn’t even attend one class and you were in more or less words exhausted to the tenth degree. The image of him begging for you to hear him out with just his eyes alone was now imprinted in the back of your mind. Mark was never a man of words—not with you. He preferred using actions and you liked it that way. 

But now, those actions were being used against you, not for you. There was something inside of you; pleading for you to hear him out—you knew it was the part that still loved him wholeheartedly. You wanted to give up your pride—you were proud of yourself for standing your ground, but there was a hole in your heart that could only be filled by Mark himself. As you started walking towards your car, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag and it didn’t take a genius to know who might have been texting you. 

That was who he was; Mark was insufferable. He was the type who wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted and if he wanted to talk to you, he was going to do anything and everything in his power to get you to listen. You contemplated taking a glance at your phone for quite some time. It was tempting; what if he decided to just confess everything since you weren’t willing to let him talk to you in person? There was really no harm in looking at his messages; you just weren’t going to respond. If you even sent a simple “back off” you were allowing him to continue sticking around in your life. By not responding at all, you’re giving him an answer. 

Getting over him completely was going to take some time, but you owed it to yourself to be released from the confines of Mark’s hold that he had on you. There were so many other men out there; men who didn’t come with baggage. Men who were both physically and theoretically available. Men who would love you—only you. Men you didn’t have to worry about their place in your life or your place in theirs. You bit your lip in anticipation; what was there left for him to say or do after you practically shunned him from your life? He might have believed he wasn’t going to give up this time without a fight; you probably did damage to his ego but your mind was set. 

You were done with Mark Tuan, for good.

Mark: I love you and I’m sorry. 11:25 A.M.

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘

and basic shit you should know before interacting I guess~

*Disclaimer: all the information this post contains will be based on things I’ve learned over the years and my personal modifications are NOT to be taken as the general rule. This is MY abo concept for this bot in particular. Yall are free to agree, disagree, take ideas, adapt to your own bot, etcetcetc. Bye. Also sorry this doesn't have a read more;;;; I tried :(

Hello, this is (not) JYPe,

and welcome to the first episode of “Admin’s abo concept isn’t probably what you think so we gonna go in dept on this shit hehe ”. This was originally going to be a one part documentary but I realized I would probably keep coming up with or remembering stuff and these would be so LOOONG so I decided to just do it as I go and I’ll use the hashtag “admins abo tmi ” for this yeah. But also remember you can ask questions if you have any or if you don’t understand something because I usually ramble a lot.

Today we’ll be talking about 3 things that seem to be the most important since they’re the most brought up on my RP’s and they are:

Turning/Transforming.

Heat vs Rut.

Mates.

So let’s begin!

🌙 𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌/𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌…

There’s two meanings to this concept, one is the concept of turning from human form to wolf form, and the other one is being transformed into a wolf by different means (these usually depends on which story you’ve heard, it can be being the 7th boy child in a family, it can be a bite or a scratch, it can be eating raw meat, etcetcetc).

*This change has now also been added to the Chan’s pack introduction.

What are the definitions of this words? Cambridge Dictionary defines them as:

Turn: to (cause to) become, change into, or come to be something.

Example: “Chan turned into his wolf form”

Explanation: Chan, already a werewolf, turned and changed into his wolf form.

Transform: to change completely the appearance or character of something or someone, especially so that that thing or person is improved.

Example: “Changbin was transformed into a werewolf.”

Explanation: Changbin, a regular human, was transformed /by a wolf/ into a werewolf.

𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌…

In the classic folklore, turning consists of 2 phases, human with NO wolf characteristics whatsoever, (which is what makes it so hard finding out who the werewolf in town is) and fluffy wolf with some human like characteristics (being biped, having arms instead of four legs, body structure humanlike. The best examples I can think of are the underworld lycans mmm tasteful). Another general rule for classic werewolves was that the person and wolf were two different minds, the person never remembered turning and had no idea they were the werewolf terrorizing town. While being human, the person didn’t even have the wolf skills like hearing or strength. They were just regular boring humans. Another thing was that they had no control whatsoever and ONLY turned during full moon, but I’m not getting into that yet.

Here are some examples (it’s basically furries oop).

Moving on to my concept, I decided to have 3 phases of turning, consisting on:

Human: Basic, simple, boring human. No presence of wolf features whatsoever. YET they can still make use of their skills such as sensitive hearing, smell, extra strength among others.

Half-turn: Heavily inspired by Teen Wolf tbh, SOME features are present and can generally be controlled, such as eyes, ears, tail, fangs, claws. Can even be confused for hybrids. (sumn like this please appreciate my art)

Full-turn: they become big scary fluffy puppies. Let’s remember how they look like.

Channie Chan Chris

𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌…

As mentioned before, transforming depends on which story you know and what you’re settling for. Generally we always talk about bites and deep scratches. Some of the most known stories about how to become a werewolf are being the 7th boy child born in a family on a full moon, or in Greek mythology, Zeus transformed some dudes into wolves after they tried to feed him human meat. There’s many different stories you can pick from, they’re just one Google away~

On my concept, though, the only way to transform is through a bite, even though I always keep options open.

I will probably be talking about the 3 types of wolves and deepening this a bit more later on.

🌙 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖛𝖘 𝕽𝖚𝖙.

Imma give you a wolf biology class because I know too much useless info and I WANT TO.

Rut: The rut is the mating season of certain mammals. The rut is characterized in males by an increase in testosterone, exaggerated sexual dimorphisms and increased aggression and interest in females.

Heat: The estrous cycle or oestrous cycle is the set of recurring physiological changes that are induced by reproductive hormones in most mammalian therian females. Estrous cycles start after sexual maturity in females and are interrupted by anestrous phases or by pregnancies. This cycle presents four phases, the one known as “heat” being the second one, estrus or oestrus, that refers to the phase when the female is sexually receptive.

What are seasonal breeders and what is mating season?

The breeding season is when seasonal breeders reproduce. Seasonal breeders are animal species that successfully mate only during certain times of the year. These times of year allow for the optimization of survival of young due to factors such as ambient temperature, food and water availability etcetc. Male seasonal breeders may exhibit changes in testosterone levels, weight, and fertility depending on the time of year. Female seasonal breeders will have one or more estrus cycles only when she is “in season” or fertile and receptive to mating.

Wolves fall in all of these descriptions.

What does all of this shit mean and why do I care lmao?

This means that if this was a logical bot I should only be doing NSFW like one week during 4 months a year LMAO no frfr

This basically means that RUT and HEAT are the seasons when the MALE and FEMALE respectively are ready to mate with each other to reproduce.

I’ve seen many male idol hybrids having heats instead of ruts, which I have no problem at all with and am sure no one else does really, but I think you should KNOW that a heat would not make them want to fuck, but get fucked. Heat would be the need to be filled and not fill others. A heat and a rut does NOT have to equal dominance or submissiveness in bots, anyway, that would be like saying being top or bottom determines who is dom/sub and that’s wrong, so just a PSA I guess.

Now, how does this affect my CB and ABO concept?

I’ve never, anyway, read anywhere of classic werewolves reproduction, which leads me to believe that they’re probably sterile. So I will stick to real life wolves rules but on my own way. Wolves are even monogamous and I dont go by that one lmao.

Reproduction rules on my ABO are really simple, ruts are once a month, around 5 days, and each of the guys have different characteristics for them. They’re only capable of getting someone pregnant during ruts, too. I just generally believe all girls are on the pill tbh and I never really use condoms but guys irl please practice safe sex wrap your or your partners willy before going freaky and stay safe.

Not sure if there’s something else to mention here? Let me know.

🌙 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘…

Mates are the wolf equivalent of soulmates, but that’s bullshit. I mean, I’m not gonna say they’re not real, I just mean that the general idea of only one person for the rest of your life and if it’s not them you’re miserable is dumb when we’re talking about beings with feelings. Did you know wolves irl are monogamous and mate but if their mate dies they just look for another one and move on? Now you know.

The thing with mates and marks, in my humble opinion, is that they don’t mean anything. Peoples hearts change, feelings come and go, and my wolves are NOT about to drop everything they have for some person they don’t know who happened to be their true mate. In fact, Channie is the only one who believes in them. The mates issue is a bit complex if we think about it over each of the Chan’s, but on a general idea, the mates are not exclusive for the guys, and I’ll probably make a tmi on the boys at some point, but Chan met his mate and it didn’t work out, for example. Mates go further than the marking, btw, mates are a special, cosmic bond. Marks are just that, marks.

And talking about that, we do not vibe with marks. The original folklore states marks as the way a wolf has to claim their partner as theirs and keep away others, especially from an alpha, and they’re supposed to go both ways, so marks between human/wolf, for example wouldn’t be possible. There’s also two marks.

The first bonding mark is generally given during sex between mates and heals, and the second one in front of the pack (there’s a whole social status thing involved here but were not touching that yet) and its permanent. Also marks are literal WOLF BITES so no, they’re neither small nor cute. Just look at these teethies and picture the scar in a neck-shoulder. That’s your bonding mark.

(they're cute tho I uwuuu)

What I’ve been reading around in fanfics and seeing around is that bots have been mated and claimed with marks, which is ok if you’re into that. My chan’s, though, find physical marks archaic, possessive and toxic. And honestly I personally do too.

You may have noticed by now that even though the boys are quite possessive, they’re never trying to scare away others and their sole way of marking is love marks that heal eventually and scenting. Permanent marks are a nono.

They will NOT mark anyone as their mate. Especially Channie plz he’s baby.

This is a personal decision and it does not mean that marking is RIGHT or WRONG. I just personally see marking bites as marking your partner with fire or something and I dislike the idea a lot.

ALRIGHT I THINK THAT’S ABOUT IT FOR TODAY I FEEL LIKE I WROTE TOO MUCH ALREADY??? Feel free to ask questions or request certain topics! I think next topics will be Social Structure, Skills and maybe Self control or Moon Cycles.

If you read all of this WOW CONGRATS??? I LOVE YOU EXTRA MUAH

One question I got on the asks was “since their fur color seems to correspond with their hair color, what happens if they dye their hair?”

Nothing happens babe! When they’re half turned they will have really funny colorful hair, but when they fully turn their fur stays the same! hehe Don’t worry, Chan won’t be a clown red wolf heh

OK BYE MUAH MUAH

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Cheeky

Lil somethin I threw together from a dream I had about Chan - 🤐 Anon

***

Chan reached out blindly, fumbling for his cell phone. His fingers finally finding it, he groaned, trying to find the appropriate button to make it stop blaring the stupid song Felix had programmed in as his ring tone. After a moment, he realized that he must have answered the call, because he heard Changbin’s voice through the beeps of his attempts to silence the device, instead of the ring tone.

Sighing, he lifted the cell phone to his ear, mumbling, “What?”

Changbin’s laugh met his ear, and Chan buried his face in the pillow, muffling his invectives. He was in the middle of a musical slump and in no mood to deal with people. As he was weighing the merits of attempting to smother himself in the pillow versus the odds of him being able to hurl his cell phone into the toilet from his bed, Changbin spoke.

“Do you do anything but hide in that hotel room?” his bandmate asked, his voice bright.

Chan glanced at the open door to the bathroom, and huffed out a sigh. He’d never make it. Giving in, he answered.

“What do you want?” he said, rolling to his back and tossing his free arm over his eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Changbin snorted, “Or good evening, I should say. Get up. You are coming with us.”

“No, I’m not,” Chan replied immediately.

He had no desire to be immersed in the masses any more than he had to. Chan couldn’t pinpoint when it had begun, but more and more he became the workaholic hermit everyone jokingly called him. And he enjoyed it. No autographs to sign. No pictures to smile for. No having to run from the less sane fans. Why the hell would he want to go through all that when he had a comfortable little niche carved out for himself and his music?

“Yes you are, mate,” came a new voice from the doorway of his hotel room. 

Chan quickly sat up, dropping his cell phone. He fell back again almost instantly as he saw what his friends had done.

“Oi, how the fuck did you get in my room?” he sighed, shoving the phone off his bed and ignoring the laughter ringing from it once more.

With a puckish grin, Felix replied, “Easy. Changbin distracted you and I used the key card I lifted off you last night.”

Chan grimaced. He knew he hadn’t just lost his key. With a long suffering sigh, he closed his eyes. They were going to force him to leave his cozy isolation.

“Where are you wanting me to go?” he asked wearily. 

Hearing a zipper open, he lifted one eyelid to spy Felix rummaging through his suitcase for clothing. Turning a sly smile over his shoulder to Chan, he winked and tossed a pair of jeans and a shirt at him.

“You’ll see. Get dressed,” he said, dropping to sit in a chair.

Chan pursed his lips, considering the possibility of getting out of this little outing, and finding it impossible. Emitting a growl of annoyance, he stood and gathered the clothes, making his way to the bathroom. As he slammed the door behind him, he heard Felix laugh. This was going to be a pain in the ass, he could already tell.

***

The car stopped in front of a glittering building, and Chan immediately shook his head. 

“No way. You have to be joking,” he said, turning wide eyes to his friend.

Felix laughed, and replied, “Hey, this place is a legend. We can’t come to France and not take a peek.”

Chan’s eyes widened on Felix, doubting the sanity of his friend. If JYPE or the fans found out about this… 

“It’s a strip club,” he said slowly, as if explaining something very simple to someone very stupid.

Felix only rolled his eyes and hopped out of the car, shooting back, “Yes, the finest damn strip club in France. Now get your ass out and come on.”

Chan opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of a proper response to this. Sure, they had snuck off to strip clubs before as trainees, but it had never been something Chan enjoyed, the reward certainly not worth the risk. There was a desperation in places like this that ruined any appeal it may have. And truthfully, Chan’d had enough of women offering themselves up to him. There was only one difference between the professionals and groupies. The professionals were more honest about what they wanted out of the deal. 

Felix opened Chan’s door with a flourish. Chan let his eyes fall shut on a groan, then stepped out. There was no way out of this, he supposed. They made their way to the front door, and were met by Changbin and Jisung, walking from their car. 

“How the hell did Minho get out of this little adventure?” Chan asked, eyes narrowing.

“He didn’t want to come,” replied Felix.

Chan snorted, and mumbled, “Neither did I.”

Changbin clapped him on the back, shoving him through the door behind Jisung and saying, “Yes, well, Minho isn’t a shut-in. Stop bitching and have fun for once.”

Chan muttered a few pointed remarks and allowed them to herd him inside. He would find some way to get them back for this.

***

Sitting at a table in a dark corner of the place, as far from the bar as he could get, Chan tore a paper napkin into tiny shreds. This may be the finest strip club in all of France, but it was still a seedy place filled with the scents of lust and money. Pressing his lips together, he glanced up at the girls scattered around the room. He found that none of them interested him in the least. The rest of his bandmates were happily cracking jokes and playfully tossing money at women.

They had given up on trying to make him join in on the ‘fun.’ He knew his company was less than enthralling of late, but he just didn’t really care anymore. Sighing, he slid further down in his chair, wishing he were back in his hotel room, happily making music. Scanning the room once more, he decided to slip out and get an uber. This place was just depressing him. Like he needed help with that.

He leaned forward to stand, but froze as his eyes found a woman across the room. She was draped across a brass bar, languidly gyrating her hips. She appeared to be either stoned out of her mind, or to have completely given up on life. He blinked, then leaned back in his seat. Cocking his head to the side, he studied her as she straightened a bit, turning around, her hips still moving. 

She wasn’t the type of woman who usually caught his eye. She was plain. She was average. She was not fat, but certainly not thin. Her hair was a boring shade. There was nothing exceptional about her at all. So why was he watching her so intently? Crossing his legs, he leaned back and set about discovering why his eyes were glued to some stripper.

She seemed to ignore the men around her, writhing to the music with a flat expression. Her back turned to him, and his eyes wandered down. It hit him then. The reason he was so entranced… was her ass. A small laugh of surprise burst from his lips. Well, that was new. He had never been much of an ass man. Sure, they could be sexy, but never had one made him really sit up and pay attention. But as he watched the woman’s hips bounce to the music, he thought maybe there was something to that particular body part.

Sucking in a deep breath, he snickered at himself. The last thing he thought he’d be doing tonight was sitting in a strip club, trying to pry his eyes from some disaffected, boring girl’s butt. She slid in his direction, and he followed her movements. Attempting to think this out logically, he dissected her swaying behind with as much cold calmness as he could muster when his cock was finally deciding to come back to life.

It wasn’t a large ass, nor particularly round. But the skin above her gartered stockings was calling to him, begging for his touch. And the way she moved her hips… well, she certainly knew what her selling point was. As she drifted closer, Felix returned to the table, falling into a seat, with a laugh.

“Man, you are really worrying me. The girls over there are actually pretty nice to talk to, and you sit over here sulking,” he said, shaking his head at Chan.

Chan only nodded, leaning to the side to get a clear view of the ass around his friend. Felix’s eyebrows shot up, and he turned to see what Chan was so intently looking at. A puckish grin lit his face as he spied the thing that held Chan’s attention. Before Chan could even realize what was going on, Felix raised a hand and called to the stripper. 

She turned her dull eyes in their direction, and danced her way to the table. Chan tried to work up some sort of denial, but all was pushed aside as the ass drew closer. She reached the table, turned around, and gave her hips a good roll. His cock, already taking notice, stood right up and saluted at that movement. Oh yes, he was going to have to thank Felix for this later.

Felix stood, laid some money on the table, and told the girl to give Chan a good time. Chan tried to look up in thanks to his friend, but the ass was slowly backing towards him, gyrating. Swallowing, he clenched his hands, doing his best not to reach out and touch. He wasn’t sure if the rules were the same everywhere, but the strip clubs he’d been in had always stipulated that the customer not touch. 

But oh, how he wanted to touch. She bent over the table, her ass fluidly moving to the music so very close to him. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes heavily lidded, and watched him. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, chewing at it, doing everything he could think of not to either reach out for her, or to stroke the very insistent erection he had gained. It seemed that his dick had been feeling a bit neglected as of late, and was determined to remind him of its importance.

A small attempt at a smile flitted over her lips, and she said in a heavy, languid voice, “It’s okay if you want to give it one touch. I won’t tell.”

He glanced up at her face, and licked his lips nervously. She was not so plain as he had thought from a distance. His eyes narrowed back in on her ass. He wanted to touch. But if he did, he would only be teasing himself even more than was already happening. His member was already beginning to ache. She softly laughed, a tactile sound, velvety. Chan growled at the sensation of her laugh washing over him as her cheeks moved enticingly only a foot from him.

Glancing up into her eyes for a moment, he shot his hand out, gripping her hip, and sending the other hand to deliver a slap across one of the globes that was driving him mad. She sucked in a breath, looking up. He thought at first that he had broken through her calm reserve, but realized that she was simply making sure no one had noticed. After a moment, she turned her head slowly once more to peer at him through a veil of lashes. 

He smirked, seeing the red mark on her ass, matching the flush creeping into her face. Leaning forward, he rested his elbow on his crossed knee, slowly cocking his head to the side to simply watch the show her ass was giving him. She straightened, moving to turn, and Chan glanced up at her warningly. 

“Get back across the table,” he said in a low, commanding voice.

She paused, then slowly leaned back down, working her hips harder. Chan let a soft growl slip out, and she wet her lips, her hands splaying across the table for purchase as her ass did an elaborate dance before him. Chan quickly glanced around then leaned in closer. 

“Lap dance,” he breathed, keeping his words to a minimum. 

She stiffened a moment, and he found that he liked the fact that he was unnerving her. She seemed to be so distanced from her job, and he discovered that he wanted to see if he could wake her from that haze she seemed to be in. She slowly arched her back, keeping her ass on display as she raised her shoulders from the table. 

Backing towards him, she twisted her waist, her entire body moving sinuously to the music. But he only had eyes for that one part of her. Just as his patience was about to snap, she straddled his chair, slowly lowering that captivating ass to his lap. Gyrating, she stroked it across his groin, and he jerked his hips up, involuntarily. He heard a soft laugh from her, and narrowed his eyes. 

He wasn’t going to let her turn the tables on him like that. Gritting his teeth, he rolled his hips up, holding back a groan as his throbbing erection slid across the junction of her thighs. She let a moan slip out, and the tease was worth it. The clothing containing his cock scraped across his sensitive skin, and he cursed softly. She pressed down on him harder, and he knew that this was going to end painfully, but he was going to get as much as he could of her lush ass.

Reaching up, he put his hands over her hips hesitating as he looked around to see if they were being watched. She didn’t even bother to look. With an inaudible murmur, she pressed his hands down to grip her hips. Chan hissed in a breath between his clenched teeth, and began to rock up against her. He couldn’t get the friction he needed through the thick, tight material, but she was soon trembling under his palms, that alluring ass of hers moving quicker against him. 

His eyes were still following the movement of the rounded cheeks in his lap, and he bit back a frustrated snarl. He was aching to find his release, but he just couldn’t, without pulling out his dick and stroking it right there. Even if that were allowed, he wouldn’t give her that much satisfaction. This had become a battle of sorts. Him trying to get a bigger and better reaction from her, and her trying to distract him back into a lusty fog. 

But he would win. He could feel the pain in his balls from being hard so long with so little pleasure, but he would not give in. He wanted to break this girl, to crack open the veneer she pulled between herself and her customers. He pressed up harder, tightening his grip on her hips, his strong fingers digging into her flesh. He pulled her against him, unable to withhold a grunt as her fantastic ass pressed into him harder. 

She whimpered, and he wanted to crow in victory. A shudder of climax passed over her body, her ass jerking against his crotch, and she hissed out a string of curse words, her hands flying out to grip the table, steadying herself. Chan panted, his triumph at making her orgasm dimmed by the insistence of his cock that he do the same as soon as possible. She weakly leaned forward, sliding from his lap to the chair next to him. Her hand trailed blindly across the table as she leaned back in the seat, her eyes closed. Finding the money Felix had left, she grasped it, and dragged it to her chest. 

Chan quickly stood, wincing at the motion. He peered down at her for a moment, her eyes still closed, her face unguardedly relaxed in her satisfaction. A smirk flitted across his lips, and he turned to gingerly walk towards the door. He had a serious case of blue balls, but it was worth it. He nodded to his friends as he passed them. Felix cocked an eyebrow at him questioningly, and Chan just gave a tiny shrug and a knowing smile. Felix turned to the table where the stripper still sat, then burst into laughter. 

Chan carefully made his way outside, hailing a cab to take him back to his hotel room. He told the driver to hurry. He needed to get to his comfortable bed and rub out the frustration that had built to a fever pitch in his groin. And he knew exactly what image would be playing through his head as he came.

Mrs. Claus

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3,707

The Christmas party was a blast, you dressed in your barely appropriate Mrs. Claus outfit and Jinyoung showed up in a red silk suit, making your outfits somewhat matching. You had been on the dance floor with JYP and the rest of the Got7 members all night and all in attendance had their eyes glued to you. You were Jinyoung’s girlfriend of 2 years. Everyone knew you at JYP and even though they knew how taken you were, it didn’t stop anyone from flirting with you shamelessly all night…even when Jinyoung had his arm tightly wound around your waist. “Hey, Y/N, why don’t you dump baby Jinyoung and upgrade to his successful hyung?” Mark drunkenly said as he smiled and put his arm over your shoulder, smiling his usual dorky smile. That was the last straw. Jinyoung finally had enough. He knew that the younger member’s and JYP’s flirting was just fun and games and it happened all the time, but now that Mark stepped in to say something, it was too much. Jinyoung removed Mark’s arm from your shoulder and wrapped his arm around your waist and forcefully pulled you into his side. “Excuse us.” Jinyoung said through gritted teeth as he guided you towards the restrooms. He gently pushed you into the men’s room and after checking the stalls for other guests, locked the door behind him. “Do you have any idea what seeing you with other guys like that does to me?” he asked as he reached into his inner jacket pocket. “I was going to save this for later,” he started, “but I think you need to be punished for being so careless with my hyungs.” Jinyoung pulled out a small vibrator and before you could process what he was going to do he picked you up and put you on the sink counter, spreading your legs and fighting with your shiny spanks you wore just in case your dress caught the wind the wrong way. “No panties underneath these shorts huh?” he asked as he pushed the vibrator into your semi-wet womanhood. Him being this possessive always turned you on. “How is this a punishment?” You scoffed. “Is this supposed to make me feel uncomfortable?” You paused, cocking your head to one side, “I mean, you know how much I like things down there…this seems more like a reward,” If he was going to play with you, you could play back. “Oh, this won’t be pleasurable.” He said as he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and showed you an app that was open on his phone. “I have control over whenever that little device turns on with this app.” He hit one button on his phone and the vibrator began at a slow pace, causing you to slam your legs together and bite your lip. Seeing your reaction, Jinyoung hit another button and the vibrations increased ten-fold,  almost bringing you to a too quick climax on the sink in the men’s room. Just as you were about to cum he stopped the vibrator and chuckled to himself. “You’re going to love me by the end of the night.” He smiled his mischievous grin, letting the eye wrinkles you normally love so much come out. “No other man will be able to keep your attention but me.” He turned around and unlocked the door, heading out of the bathroom, hitting the button, giving you a quick burst of vibrations before the door closed, leaving you alone to process what just happened. You knew you could take it out and fake anything to please him, but where would the fun be in that. This was a challenge; one you wouldn’t soon turn down. “Game on Park Jinyoung” You rush after Jinyoung, he’s never done anything this sexual with you in public and you were nervous about how this was going to go down. Jinyoung never gets this jealous. A few minutes of searching and Jinyoung was nowhere to be found. You walked up to JB to see if maybe he had seen Jinyoung. You needed to find him to figure out exactly what he was going to do. “Jaebeom!” you yelled over the repetitive Christmas music, “Have you seen J…..” you fumbled over your words as you felt the vibrator turn on. You looked around trying to find Jinoyung in the crowd but you still couldn’t see him anywhere. “Have I seen who?” he asked, smiling, “J..JINYOUNG” you croak out, the vibrations intensifying. “I haven’t, sorry. Maybe try at the bar?” he said. As soon as he walked away the vibrations stopped. “Is that the game he’s playing?” You wondered, “If a man talks to me I get the vibrator?” You were already sweating a little because of the pleasure that was building up with no release, but you had to test your theory and do your best to hold it together. You walked up to Mark and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey babe!” he said, struggling to stand straight and still. You felt the vibrations start at a surprisingly strong level as soon as he acknowledged you. “Did you decide to party with me instead of your precious Jinyoung?” he laughed as he spilled some of his drink on himself. You laughed at his stupidity and walked away. Why Jinyoung took Mark’s proposition seriously earlier you will never know. He is the last person on earth you would leave Jinyoung for. As you walked away, once again the vibrations stopped. Theory proven. “Noona!” You heard someone yell through the crowd. You look over and see Bam Bam and Yugyeom waving you over to dance with them. The maknaes were harmless and you thought maybe Jinyoung would cut you some slack, so you headed over to join them on the dance floor. As soon as you joined them the vibrations in your core began again. If Jinyoung was going to be this childish, you could control yourself and make him even more jealous instead of accepting his torture. You began dancing with the buzzed maknaes. As the vibrations increased, You danced more provocatively with them. Even though you didn’t see Jinyoung in the JYPE crowd, You knew he could see you. When you were close to your release you pulled the maknae’s closer and began grinding with both of them, Yugyeom behind you and Bam Bam facing you, inches from your face. The vibrations suddenly stopped before either boy could tell there was a vibration emanating from you and you felt someone grab your arm and pull you out from in between Yugyeom and Bam Bam. “We’re leaving…NOW!” Jinyoung growled into your ear as he smiled and waved at the other Got7 members with the fakest smile on his face before pulling you towards the exit, leaving your coat and purse behind at the party. He rushed past the paparazzi and pushed you into the limo he rented for the night. You sat in silence for the first few moments of the drive before Jinyoung looked at you with jealousy fiercely glowing in his eyes. “You didn’t have to let them touch you,” he said, fuming, “I should be the ONLY one touching you.” He hit a button on his phone and the vibrations began again as Jinyoung began kissing you passionately. The limo driver closed the window that separates the back of the limo with the drivers seat as Jinyoung pushed your dress up so that your legs were completely exposed. He ripped off the flimsy shorts and began to massage your clit as he fiddled with the zipper on your dress with his other hand. This dress wasn’t the easiest to get on or off, so he had his work cut out for him. After a few minutes of struggling, Jinyoung released your clit and hit a button on his phone, causing the vibrator to increase as he flipped you over on the long seat and yanked the dress off of you, leaving only your thigh high black boots on. Jinyoung roughly flipped you back over as he inserted two fingers and began pumping and stretching you with the vibrator still going strongly. He grabbed the vibrator and pulled it forward, holding it against your G-spot, causing you to writhe in pleasure, a moan escaping your lips. He hit a button on his phone and the vibrator stopped right before you hit your climax… again. He pulled it out and threw it on the floor of the limo, kissing your neck, leaving love bites as he kissed you down your body. He took off his jacket, shirt, and pants quickly, leaving both of you completely naked in the back of the limo. “Who is the only one who can touch you?” he asked as he leaned down, licking your slit and inserting his tongue into your entrance. “Ohh-JINYOUNG!” you moaned. He stopped licking and looked you straight in the eyes, “Who is the only one who can touch you?” he teased again, looking for a specific answer. “FUCK JINYOUNG…” you whined, begging for his touch, bucking your hips. “You!” you yell, “Only you!” “That’s what I thought.” He said as he licked your slit one more time before moving himself to kiss you roughly while positioning his rock hard erection at your entrance. “I’m going to make sure you remember that” he growled in your ear as he slammed into you roughly, pinning your arms above your head. He thrusted a few times and pulled out, leaving you begging again. You hissed at him because of the lack of contact and he smiled. “What’s wrong baby?” he asked, “You don’t like being played with?” he rubbed his throbbing head against your slit, refusing to enter. You bucked your hips at his touch, but Jinyoung was prepared to have this go on all night if he needed to. We were heading over an hour away to spend Christmas at a luxurious resort and he had the time to torment me. “You frustrated…hmm?” He taunted, a sadistic laugh leaving his throat as he continued to rub his head against your soaking wet opening. You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back a moan. You understood his point, but you didn’t want him to win; you didn’t want to beg for him. You made a quick move, trying to break free and pin him down; instead, you ended up giving him better leverage. He flipped you onto all fours and held you in place with his body. “Aww… what’s wrong jagi?” he asked mockingly, “Can’t take a tease?” he thrusted into you from behind once, briefly filling you up, only to leave you feeling empty again, almost begging for his touch. You had teased him more than once to the point of him begging, using those exact same words, and You knew how this was going to end. “I think that’s what I’m supposed to ask I when I’m refusing to let you cum.” He said with a shit-eating grin on his face, making sure he had you held down so that all movement was restricted. Wiggling and struggling to get him to stop, you ultimately gave up when he thrusted into you a few times fast, giving you a taste of the pleasure you had been longing for all night. You arched your back, causing him to go deeper inside of you, moans and his name falling off your tongue as he continued to torture you with the stop and go sex. “J-Jinyoung!” You gasped as he pinched your clit as he slowly pumped into you. He pulled out completely and flipped you over again. “It’s not as fun being a tease when I can’t see your reactions.” He toyed with you again as he inserted a finger into your dripping core. The erotic sounds of his finger pumping and the moans escaping your mouth encouraged him to keep going, despite the look on your face that you wanted him to stop teasing and pleasure you even more. “Come on baby, aren’t you gonna cum any time soon?” he teased, brushing his finger against your G-spot, causing you to writhe in pleasure yet again. He knew exactly how to push you so that you wouldn’t go over the edge unless he wanted you to. He slowly pulled his finger out and began teasing your slit with his pounding erection. He thrusted in once, staying inside of you, waiting for you to start begging before he continued. When he realized that you weren’t going to beg he began to slowly pull out, causing an overwhelming sensation that caused your core to clench. That was it. You finally reached the point where you had no desire to win this fight. You just wanted him to make you cum without denying another orgasm. This was too much. “P-Please,” You begged, “Don’t pull all the way out…Please…” You clutched onto his biceps as he thrusted back into you, watching your face contort into a blissful expression and he smirked. His dark eyes were beaming with lust, turning you on even more. He pumped into you quickly, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Your body began to shake and the heat in your stomach began to build to an almost unbearable state. He had been teasing for far too long, this feeling made you sure of the fact that you was nearing a painful, yet beautiful ending. You stared into his eyes as he thrust in and out of you, your eyes screaming at him to not even dare stop and he smirked at your intense glare. You ran your hands down his back, leaving marks as you whined and begged him to keep going harder. Just as you started begging, your orgasm began to hit. Jinyoung quickly pulled out, panting himself, and chuckled at you darkly. “PARK JINYOUNG!” You screamed; your eyes wide open in disbelief that he just denied you what could have been the best orgasm of your life. Tears began to well up in your eyes as he placed a tender kiss on your lips, hoping you wouldn’t totally kill him for this cruel move later. “Why did you do that…?” your voice cracked as you pouted. He cockily shrugged and smirked at how you looked right now. Jinyoung leaned closer to you and placed his lips right next to your ear. “Beg for me. Get on your knees, do anything. MAKE me WANT to pleasure you.” He huskily whispered into your ear, his tone sending chills down your spine. You knew that Jinyoung had the most stubborn attitude and he wouldn’t give up. You had done everything but literally beg for him and he wouldn’t let you have your release until you did. You cursed him under your breath. He moved to the long row of seats across from you and just stared, waiting for your response. As you kneeled down on the floor of the limo, you eyed his massive member and licked your lips, aching for him deep inside of you again. You eyed him innocently, but with a look of lust glimmering in your eyes. He swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down aggressively. Leaning in slowly, you took his erect member into your hand and stroked it gently, earning a groan from Jinyoung. “Please fuck me…” You begged, “Please Jinyoung…I want you… and only you… to fuck me and make me cum. Please…” you begged on your knees as you kept slowly stroking his member. He bucked his hips upward to meet your strokes, deep moans escaping his lips. “More baby…” he teased, “You think I’m going to pleasure you with just that?” he laughed, “I deserve more than that for putting up with your flirting, don’t you think so princess?” he taunted you with a smirk. There wasn’t much else you could think of…  “D...Daddy,” You moaned, “Please, I need you..” you begged, stroking his member faster before licking his tip, tasting your juices and his pre-cum. “I need you to take me. I promise I’ll be a good girl. I won’t let any of the boys flirt with me or touch me ever again.” you stopped, looking up at him, judging if that was enough or not. Jinyoung still seemed displeased so you kept going. “I’ll listen to everything you tell me to do daddy. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me so that the world knows that I am yours.” you said as you sucked his tip again, causing another growl to escape Jinyoung’s lips. He threaded his fingers through your hair as he thrusted into your mouth a few times, causing you to almost gag. A few curses slipped off of his tongue causing you to feel even more aroused. Jinyoung pulled himself out of your mouth and moved you underneath him on the seat. He spread your legs widely for him as he positioned his member at your entrance. He teased you again, rubbing his member against your opening, causing you to buck your hips for more contact, only causing him to pull away as he shook his head with a tsk. “Oh no, no, no princess, you have to be patient.” He said as he paused looked at your needy face. you bit your lip seductively and he eased into you slowly. “Daddy!” you moaned softly, his tip brushing your spot. Jinyoung kissed you gently on the lips and trailed his kisses down your neck again, kissing the already tender love bites he left earlier. This was more like the Jinyoung in bed you were used to gentle, meticulous, passionate. You pulled him into a kiss as he finally eased himself all the way in. The kiss was long and passionate and you felt Jinyoung smile through the kiss. Even when he was being an ass or a tease, his lips always felt gentle against yours. How he always managed to make up for being such a jealous boyfriend left you mind boggled, but it was gentle moments like these that made you remember why you always forgive him. Jinyoung pulled away from the kiss and smiled warmly. You could tell that he had no intention of torturing you any more tonight. He thrusted into you, causing a moan to fall off of your tongue, his passionate thrusts making you lose your mind. The sounds of skin against skin and panting filled the back of the limo. The room began to spin as you felt the heat build up in your core again. Every thrust rubbed perfectly against your walls, his tip occasionally brushing up against the spot you so desperately needed him to hit. Your moans and his began to escalate as your climaxes were almost at their peak. His eyes stared deeply into yours as he built up his pace. Jinyoung began to notice your walls clenching around his member as you moaned senselessly. “Oh God there!” you screamed holding onto him tightly as you dragged your nails down his skin and he hissed at the pain as it turned him on even more. Jinyoung’s movements began to become erratic and you bucked your hips to meet his thrusts. He suddenly flipped you over so you were on top of him. “What are you doing?” you breathlessly asked him as he kept thrusting. “I’m going to keep fucking you, so lie down on top of me and let me help you cum like you never have before.” Jinyoung growled as he pulled you to him so your chest pressed against his. His powerful thrusts made you gasp. You had never fucked like this before and every move he made stimulated your spot perfectly. He was making up for the torture he put you through earlier. It only took a few thrusts before you screamed his name and your orgasm completely took over. This orgasm blurred your vision as you saw stars. Jinyoung continued to thrust deeply into you. He let out a primal scream as he released his seed into you, cumming longer than he usually would with more sporadic thrusts at the end. The warm and satisfying feeling made you both moan, relishing in the feeling of him inside of you. He helped you ride out your excruciating orgasm and once you calmed down you heard a chuckle leave Jinyoung’s lips. You were left panting and your cheeks were completely flushed. JIinyoung finally pulled out of you and began looking around the limo for your clothes. “Why did you cum so much?” You asked him, your brain still recovering from what just happened. You felt your juices and his slowly trailing their way down your thigh. You saw JINYOUNG look at you and gulp, trying his best not to just devour you again. He knew you were close to the resort. “Because of how much you turn me on...and I was claiming you as mine” He said as he smiled and moved over to hand you your dress and give you a loving peck on the forehead. “Whatever,” you said as you searched for some napkins to clean yourself up with. Jinyoung handed you the scrap of silver fabric that was once your shorts to clean yourself up with. “You still mad I was a tease baby girl?” he asked as he buttoned his shirt and pulled you closer to him. You sighed and kissed him lightly. “No.” you answered, “You’re lucky I’m not.” you mumbled the last part under your breath. “What was that baby girl?” he asked as he leaned in, his hand moving upwards on your inner thigh. “No I’m not mad, but maybe I should make you jealous more often.” you said, quickly changing your answer. “And why is that?” Jinyoung asked with a jealous glare returning to his eyes as he gripped your thigh a bit tighter. You only answered him with a smug grin and a passionate kiss to the lips. Let him wonder why, you thought to yourself as you lay in his arms for the rest of the limo ride.

Beautiful Lies .4. | M

.HYUNJIN POV.

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I could lie all I want. I could fake an attitude that I don’t have and never knew about till she walked into my life. I could continue to torture her just as much as I’m torturing myself ... it’s driving me fucking insane.

It’s to the point of pain. Real , deep , physical pain that just seems to grow inside of me. It hurts to be away from her , but the pain is even more excruciating when I’m near her. She’s like this addicting drug that i can’t live without .. it’s complete bullshit but I’m hooked. I’m so far gone , I don’t even know where this even started and where the fuck I’m going to end.

I’m blinded.

From the past and my future.

Every little thought had her written all over it. But I can’t stray too long. She’s bad for me ... I’m bad for her.

We’re bad for eachother.

How long will we lie about this?

I don’t know who I’ve turned into ... this isn’t me.

I’m not this craze persona... this isn’t me.

All the lies. All these fucking lies must end. All these beautiful lies need to end.

Before something worse happens.

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She came into my life a few years back, interning for the company. At first , it was coffee runs and ordering food for us. Then she began getting different tasks , makeup, wardrobe, marketing ideas. Before we knew it , she had confessed about having a degree from an American art institution. She had knowledge and power. She immediately became JYPE greatest asset , she was in and out of the office but mostly , she was always with us. We befriended her. Got close to her. Her ideas seemed to fluidly mix with Chris and Jisung while we were in the studio. She became one of our biggest allies. As I cowered away in the back, I watched how amazing she was. Breathtakingly beautiful, ridiculously intelligent and by far one of the most amazing person I have ever met.

Maybe that’s why I was attracted to her. Maybe that’s why she found me alluring , since I would always hide away. She helped me open up. She helped me speak my mind. She made me stronger and at the same time showed me a whole different world.

Falling into bed with her would have to be one of the most amazing mistakes I have ever done in my life.

Nothing mattered when I was with her. When I was deep inside her tight walls , as she moaned my name so seductively.

She made me crazy. After that, I haven’t been the same. Her scent , the way she taste on my tongue and the tiny sounds she makes when I cum inside her are a stream of endless emotions.

It’s downright awful to feel this way for her, because I knew she was forbidden. I knew she wasn’t for me.

Brian, or as he likes to be known as, YoungK made the brave move to ask her out. To make her smile, to treat her like a princess. He did all the right things while I took a shortcut. I fucked her raw. I fucked her hard and I made her cum multiple times around my cock.

I wasn’t the one for her. And she wasn’t the one for me.

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“Hyunjin, you good? You’ve been missing your mark?” Chris speaks into my headphones as I , for the fifth time , miss the beat to start my verse. I groan internally, there is no way I was going to get anything done with her sitting right next to Chris.

“Nah, I’m ... I’m actually kind of tired. Can I take five?” I reply , in hopes to get some fresh air. I should be used to her being around all the time , it’s what I wanted but it still throws me off knowing the sins we commit. Chris sends me a thumbs up, while she casually smiles at me. One of those adorable cute grins that would make any man swoon, meanwhile it made my slacks tightened , needing to fill that mouth soon.

I nod at Minho, who occupies the studio next , needing to get his vocals down instead, making my way towards the studio door as y/n suddenly speaks up.

“Need some company?” Her voice is butter , the essence of her tone making my skin heat up.

Damn it.

I think about it for a bit, not too long because that would seem weird. Plus, since when do I fucking think about things ? I’m so open nowadays, it’s strange when I’m isolated.

“Sure,” i hum quickly , making my way out. Her body is small, she’s a tiny thing as she rushes over barely reaching up to my shoulder. At times, I catch myself admiring how adorable and beautiful she is. Then I remember how perfectly sinful she looks with my cock lodged in her throat. Her gagging noises seeming to sing a tune so joyful in the back of my head, I couldn’t help my length from growing.

“So, what the hell is wrong with you?” Her sudden question throws me off. We’re walking down the hallway , trying to get to the elevators to take us down to the cafe. I brush off her question, trying to ignore the sudden fondness of familiarity of what our friendship used to be. But that’s not us anymore.

We’re not friends ... we’re barely lovers.

We just fuck...

Once in the elevator , she turns to me. Pushing me against the wall as she glares at me with those daunting hazel eyes I’ve become so used too.

“I clearly asked you a question,” she snips. With a side grin, I approached, her head tilted upward to catch my attitude.

“And I clearly ignored it,” I replied.

Before she was able to hit me with a smart remark , or just hit me in general , the elevator doors slid open. A group of business men entered , pushing her next to me. It all happened so quickly , one moment we were casually bowing to our seniors and the next , she’s cocking her brow at me as she snuggles her perfectly round butt against my groin.

I swallow. Avoiding anyone’s eyes as the elevator continues to descend , the business men all worked in either marketing or accounting, so we didn’t know them. I mean, I’m sure they knew her and maybe heard of me, but being in this predicament was so uncalled for.

The men talked within themselves , the elevator ride seeming longer than usual as it stops at almost every level. Picking up more bodies to fill this already crammed up space only to get to the damn lobby.

Then the elevator slightly jolts , causing y/n to grind more into me. I couldn’t help imagining ramming into her from behind , pulling on her long brown locs which have been getting lighter due to the summer days. Shit. Everything about her ignites all my fantasies.

Slyly, her hand reaches behind her , going to my dick.

No. Don’t do it.

Don’t you dare...

“Mmm,” it slipped , I couldn’t contain the noise as her small hand begins to palm me. Rubbing up and down slowly, making me grow. I tried moving her hand away but that only caused her to grind into me in a new way.

This is insane. How could she be this ballsy?

Fuck. I bite on my bottom lip, holding back yet another groan wanting to erupt. I was growing impatient , hungry for her. She continued to tease me, wiggle her ass so nicely , my growing cock was now throbbing , needing to cum down her throat or deep inside her pussy.

“Have a good day, Mrs Kang,” one of the older men speaks out to her once we arrive to the lobby, needing to push through all of them to get away. She slows down and looks at the man, bowing in respect. Once the men scattered, she grabbed my hand , guiding me out the back lobby onto the employee parking lot. I had no idea what was going on, all I knew was this hard on was near exploding.

“Y/n, what the fuck,” i hissed shyly as we weaved in and out of cars, going deeper into the parking lot. Her hand held mine in a tight grip , as she pulled me along.

Suddenly pausing mid run, she turned to me.

“I need you to fuck me ... like, hard. Okay?” She almost pleaded , her eyes casted a shadow of dispare making my stomach coil. She needed me ... she needed me really bad.

“You know I would doll, but ... where?” I motioned to the parking lot full of cars, mostly lavish ones. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes changed , an energy so raw pulling through to shine with the idea of fucking her right now.

“Follow me,” she pulls me once more, guiding me toward a large Mercedes g wagon parked near the end of the lot. Black, matte and maroon rimmed tires. Little miss Kang was spoiled. The closer we got , the realization that other voices came to be. Manly chuckles of sort , and as we rounded the car, she let my hand go as both our eyes grew wide.

“Hey baby, thought you would be in the studio with the kids?” YoungK asked as he approached our frozen frames , Jae right behind him eyeing us suspiciously.

Wait ... did he just call us kids? Oh , wouldn’t he like to know what this kid does to his-

“Yes, yes... I was , then I wanted to show off my new car , so here we are..” she lied, she fucking lied so perfectly through her teeth and that sucker fell for it. A large smile took over his face as he went to her, going to her waist - I grab her from there. And pulling her into his body, kissing her suddenly- I kiss her like that.

I looked away, seeming shy but in reality, I was fucking livid.

“I had to show Jae too, he didn’t believe me when I said I got my princess her dream car.” He spoke again, watching her in awe. This guy .... this guy is in love. Like , deep - deep - deep love. The way he admires her is ... almost , impossible to replicate.

Do I look at her like that? Does she look at me like that ?

In the sudden state of realization, it finally dawned on me.

How stupid could I possibly be... I was jealous.

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[MS]

Here is chapter 4... enjoy my loves 💕

Just a heads up ... chapter 5 will be the FINAL CHAPTER of this series. 🖤

PART ONE WILL HAVE THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS LINKED.

Sweet Chaos 3/4

GOT7 fanfic because I’m thirsty

It starts with Jinyoung x reader but another member of GOT7 gets involved later. Not saying who she’ll end up with. DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN’T READ PARTS 1 AND 2 (links in my description). I do not want to compare the members in any way. This is just fiction. Thank you. 

Word count: 1.517

Ahhhh... I was salty when I wrote this. 

“Y/N, can we walk instead of sit in that café? What I have to say is something I want you to hear well, without distractions.” He seemed too serious. I couldn’t recall any other times outside of work related issues that he seemed so focused and expressionless. He was almost terrifying to me. The relaxed Jaebum that I knew had become skeptical and kind of hesitant in front of me.

“Yeah, sure. If that works best for you, please. Go ahead.” And we started walking. It didn’t matter where we were heading at, he just wanted to feel calm, and walking helped him loosen up a bit, but not enough.

“So, I guess I have to start talking. After all, I’m the one who told you to come meet me, so I guess you deserve to know why.” He sighed. I didn’t say anything. I guess I didn’t want to interrupt him until he finished expressing his thoughts out loud, because that wasn’t something he did often. It felt good to see him try. “I really don’t know how to say this in the right way, so I’ll just tell you whatever comes to mind, hoping you’ll understand.”

“You can talk to me, Jaebum. We’re not strangers anymore.” You joked.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. We’re definitely not strangers. And, sometimes, I feel like we’re more than friends.” He paused. I wanted to make him stop talking and leave, because things were starting to get more complicated than what I could handle, but I couldn’t speak. “That time at the party, I know we were both drunk. It wasn’t even anything special, honestly. We just made out inside your office, when everyone else was at the party, and that was it. We never talked about it, especially since I left for the tour soon after. It might have been for the best. Since I had time to actually think about what I wanted to say to you. The tour helped me quite a lot, really. And the fact that we spent months almost not talking to each other besides work related stuff made me realize how much I missed talking to you/” he paused again. He didn’t know that what he had done was the worst thing he could ever do to me at the time. I was starting to form something with Jinyoung, which I didn’t want to ruin.

“What are you saying, Jaebum?” was all I managed to say after what I had heard.

“I’m saying that I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N.” That was when you stopped walking. Everything that happened next was too fast for me to process. Jaebum turned towards me. He leaned closer to me and placed his lips against mine. And I let go. For a few seconds, I reciprocated the kiss. I felt what I desperately wanted to feel for months, and that was Jaebum’s honest kiss. Not just any drunken sloppy kiss, but something he was feeling as well. But, reality hit me. I pushed him away, not realizing what I had done, and ran away. I couldn’t believe I was running away from the person I’ve been dreading to have for months. I just couldn’t.

At first, I was running aimlessly, not knowing what I wanted to do. Then, I gathered every ounce of reason I had in me and called Jackson.

“Hey, are you at home?”

“Yes, but-”

“I’m coming over.” And I hung up. Jackson’s house wasn’t far from where I was, so it only took fifteen minutes to get there on foot. I was walking frantically around the city, trying not to get hit by a car or anything in the state that I was. I didn’t know what I was going to say to him, really. I just went there hoping that he’d somehow figure this out on his own, or that I’d finally find the courage to make a decision and choose one, or end this with both of them. Because that wasn’t fair for anyone, especially Jinyoung. He had done nothing wrong, but I was about to. No, scratch that. I just had. I kissed Jaebum in the middle of the street and I wanted to do it again. Desperately.

I finally reached Jackson’s house, but noticed someone coming out of the door. I got closer and realized that it was none other than Jinyoung, who had already seen me. I wouldn’t be able to escape this, so I could just greet him and get this over with. He didn’t need to find anything out yet. At least not until I could figure out what I wanted to do.

“Y/N, hey.” He smiled. “Are you going to Jackson?”

“Yeah, you too?”

“I’ve been here for a couple of hours, but we’re out of beer, so I’m going to get some. Maybe some snacks too. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” I said and rushed to the house. When Jackson opened the door, he seemed ecstatic. Jinyoung had probably told him what happened, but I was about to ruin it all.

“Y/N. We’ve been friends for so long, and I had no idea! You and Jinyoung? I did not see that coming.” He embraced me and let me in. “I’d offer you some beer but we’re out. Oh, Jinyoung is-”

“I know. I met him outside. Now listen before he comes.”

“He told me everything already, sorry. Ah, you and Jinyoung? I still can’t believe it! I always thought of you with someone more like Jaebum. Honestly, I was pretty sure that something was up between you, but I guess I was really wrong.” He was talking too much, and I needed to talk. I didn’t actually handle this in the most polite way I could think of, but it got things done.

“Jackson, I really need you to shut up. Because, what you said about Jaebum, I…”

“Oh crap, I knew it. What happened?” And I told him everything. About the party at JYPE before they went on tour, about the make out I had with Jaebum, about his behavior all this time and about that evening, when he really kissed me for the first time. “So, I kind of knew what had happened with Jaebum, that’s why I thought… Nevermind. Your office, huh?”

“It was a delightful experience, but that’s not the point. Can you focus?” I made him laugh.

“Sorry, sorry. What are you going to do with them? You can’t lie to both of them. Because, from what I understand, Jaebum doesn’t know anything about Jinyoung either.”

“No, if he did, he wouldn’t make a move on me again.”

“That’s true. But, are you truly in love with any of them? Or is it just dating?” That was the question I’d been asking myself all this time, and I had finally thought of the answer. Talking to Jackson, who was completely out of this, was somehow soothing. He helped me clear my mind after all those days of chaos. I finally knew what to do.

“Look, I-” And the doorbell rang. I went to get it, leaving Jackson to rest for a while after all the information overload he’d been subjected to. But, as I opened the door and saw Jaebum standing right outside, I completely lost it.

“Y/N,” he said, “we need to talk.” That was the moment when I heard Jackson yelling from inside the house that he texted him that I was there, and that he was going to leave us alone for a while to talk about this. We had to.

“You’re right. Look, I’m sorry that I left.” I paused. “I just…”

“Y/N, why did you leave? What did I do that was so terrible? If you didn’t like me back, you could have just said so.”

“I know, but-”

“Am I the only one who’s feeling the connection between us? And, I want you to be honest with me. Because other than the few months I was away, we’ve been spending so much time together, and every day was better than the last.”

“I feel it too, Jaebum. I’ve liked you for months, even before the party. But, you never showed me anything like that. Other than friendship, I mean. So, I tried to move on.”

“Are you kidding me? I… Ah, fuck it.” He closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me once more, but this time I was dying for him to. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my body closer to his. I felt his warmth, his heart beating maybe even faster than my own. His hands on my back were all I could think of at the time. I just wanted to give in to this unbelievable sensation I was feeling, because I knew. I knew what I wanted. He was right in front of me, and that was all I cared about.

Until I heard a noise. It was glass breaking, and it was coming from outside.

“Oh shit, Jinyoung.”

Stray Kids reaction to their little sister being in a relationship with another member

🤓sorry I had to change your ask kind of, I tried to write it as you asked but it just wasn’t easy for me, I hope you understand🤓

😍 credit to the og gif creators 😍

🙄 in this y/n is their little sister idk if that’s clear or not I mean it should be but who knows 🙄

Bang Chan:

“Why were you suddenly around the dorms everyday?” Chan thought as he was making pop corn for you all. He knew you liked Jisung for the longest time but even then you weren’t around this much? Were you beginning to miss Chan? As if on cue you walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter asking Chan if he had any issues with you and Jisung dating since he never talked about it with you. You thought he knew but nope, Christopher doesn’t get enough sleep to notice these things. He replied with a casual yes and played it off like he did know. You then walked back out of the kitchen with the freshly made pop corn as Chan “made his drink.” It took him about half an hour before he finally realised that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Like yes it was Jisung and like he was gonna be extra loud but he hadn’t noticed until now so it must be working out right? Later he spoke to Jisung.  

“Hey bro, please don’t break her heart or do anything stupid, she deserves better and you know that. Also please be quiet when you are cuddling, you need to learn that girls just want to have quiet time especially when they have to deal with you”

Woojin:

Woojin accidentally walked in on you and Chan on one cuddly, cosy Friday evening thinking that Chan would be out with his friends or something. He absentmindedly said “hey y/n, hey channie” and walked back out with the bag of chocolates he came in for like nothing had happened. He sat back in the living room and began eating his snack only then realising wtf he’d just seen. Firstly, Chris had a girl over? When did that ever happen? Secondly, it was you? His little sister? He decided to let you come out in your own time, opting out of the kicking off option since if you were happy then whatever. When you finally talked to woojin about it, he told you to always tell him about your relationships since he wants to protect you but he knows Chris is a good guy.

“You couldn’t have picked better if you tried”

Lee Know:

Minho witnessed the painful confession from changbin. His toes curled and his finger nails dug into his palms trying to resist not screaming. His eyes almost popped out of his head when you said yes. He didn’t object to the relationship but come on y/n “Do you have any taste?” In all seriousness he liked the fact you were together. Changbin would stop moaning about his hopeless crush on the “nameless girl” and you would stop moaning about being single even though you were literally a baby in Minho's eyes. It was a win win situation really. Minho knew that changbin wouldn’t do you dirty and he could keep an eye on you two. Sometimes he’d even “thank” himself for getting you two together even though he helped in no way, shape or form. 

“Now you have to find me my soulmate y/n”

Changbin:

Fucking hell your relationship with Woojin was painfully obvious. Yet Changbin payed no attention to it. One night he called you just to check in see how you were since he’d gone on tour and you’d obviously be missing your brother. He asked what was new on the boy front and you couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed. Your brother was seriously slow sometimes. When you told him about yours and woojins pretty long term relationship he shouted down the phone asking why you didn’t tell him and since when and how he hadn’t noticed along with loads more questions. He then went to ask Woojin the same questions still seeming to be surprised when he received the same answers. He came back to the phone and told you that you better start getting a room since he’d be able to notice all the skin ship now.

“Ew that’s gross my little sister being all grown up ew”

Hyunjin:

Family meals were always boring, but this time you had someone to bring, your boyfriend Seungmin. Hyunjin knew you were bringing your boyfriend but he had no idea who it was. Probably some bad boy like all the others he thought to himself as he prepared what he was going to say to them when they hurt you. Hyunjin got ready at his family home where you lived since you were too young to live alone. Seungmin made his way to the restaurant you told him to, getting there extra early so it wouldn’t be suspicious to the boys. When you arrived with your family, Hyunjin made eye contact with Seungmin but thought nothing of it. Maybe he was waiting for that girl he’d been seeing recently. Your mother greeted seungmin with a wide smile since they’d met so many times before and Hyunjin looked at you, confused as ever. To this day he’s still confused about your relationship and tries not to get involved with it.

“Guess I won’t be needed my bad boy warning speech anymore”

Han:

His best friend? And his sister? Y/N and Minho? Kissing? Under jype’s stairs? Bitch wtf? He made some kind of noise as soon as he saw you but immediately regretted it. Minho took his hands from around you and you both acted like nothing was happening and it was painful for prof actor Han Jisung to see. You thought he was gonna get angry but to be honest it made sense to Jisuung. You were a lot like Jisung and since he and Minho are close... He was glad to see you both happy finally. He knew you’d been stressed recently and so had Minho but seeing you two kiss, although it was icky... you both looked so relaxed around each other. Like you had no problems. That’s why Jisung didn’t want to break up what you already had with his big mouth.

“You’re perfect for each other, I’m kind of living for this?”

Felix:

Did he see that correctly? Hyunjin back hugged you while you poured some juice? He ran to that kitchen at the speed of light and peeled Hyunjin off you asking him what he thought he was doing mate included. Hyunjin was done with sneaking round, yeah it was fun but he just wants to hug you all. The. Time. Who’s complaining? He responded with “hugging my girlfriend that’s what”. After saying “she’s my sister” over 100 times he finally asked you if this was true. He saw how happy and relieved you were so he held off the teasing for a short while. He tried to act offended and then hugged Hyunjin telling you that he was his and you couldn’t take Hyunjin from him. Over all he’d make a joke out of the situation, there was nothing more he could do. He didn’t want to see you sad and if Hyunjin was all it took to make his little sister happy, get married now.

“Why aren’t you two on the front of a magazine yet? Did you finally stop caring about attention y/n?”

Seungmin:

You and Jeongin were the closest of friends since you studied together a lot. That’s all seungmin thought it was... not a relationship. He came up to your room to surprise you since you hadn’t seen him in such a long time but little did he know Jeongin snuck out every night to come and see you and was in there right now with you. He could hear Jeongin’s laugh distinctly while walking down the hall way, feeling slightly betrayed that you invited jeongin over and didn’t ask him but you were studying so whatever. He walked in and so you two having a somewhat tickle fight on the floor. Jeongin was embarrassed yet that didn’t stop you from giving him a peck as you two parted. You did it to confirm the relationship to Seungmin’s shook self. He was slightly annoyed that you didn’t tell him especially at Jeongin but he soon got over it. 

“I guess I have to get used to you two being annoying together then”

I.N:

How dare you sit next to Felix and not him? You got yourself comfortable next to your boyfriend Felix not even noticing your brother’s piercing stare. Jeongin didn’t care about embarrassment here and straight up asked you in front of everyone why you’d disown him like that. Your face went bright red and Felix laughed, engulfing you in his arms to hide your face. That’s when Jeongin clicked. Oh so you were dating now, and you didn’t even tell him? The audacity. He made the biggest noise about your relationship, constantly telling Felix to treat you right else he gets CUT. He didn’t care about him being his member, he wanted to make sure you were with the right man and that’s all he cared about at the time. He protected you with his life.

“Hurt her and I’ll actually call the police... or something”

you missed [hyunjin]

word count: 1931

warnings: none, just some cursing

author: mel

request: Hey! Can I request a scenario with stray kids hyunjin or jisung from mel? Maybe fluff mixed with a tiny little bit of angst plus a kiss on new years eve? It can be enemies to lovers or friends to lovers or even a first meeting scenario.. Wherever the inspiration hits you the most ^^

extra info: gender-neutral reader!!

mini-playlist

December 31st.

New Year’s Eve.

Ever since you were little, you had spent every New Year’s with Hwang Hyunjin. And he insisted that even though he was a debuted idol now and his reputation could easily be ruined with any slight scandal, that fact wouldn’t change. You were his best friend, he had reminded you, which meant that you would keep your traditions.

And so that’s how you ended up on a balcony at some fancy hotel that JYPE had rented out for the occasion, needing some fresh air for a moment. Being around so many people, not to mention people that were all incredibly famous, was overwhelming and exhausting to you sometimes. Checking the time on your phone, you winced when you saw that it was only 10 p.m. Hyunjin had told your mother that the party would probably last until 2 a.m., meaning that you theoretically still had four more hours of this. Your feet ached from standing and the goofy dancing you had done earlier with the equally goofy members of Stray Kids, and all you really wanted to go home and change into your pajamas and go the fuck to sleep. New Year’s never mattered much to you, it was always Hyunjin who made you have fun on the seemingly pointless holiday.

The thought of your handsome, bright-eyed, and caring best friend brought a familiar bittersweet pain to the left side of your chest. You’d realized the not-so-small crush you had on him last New Year’s, when he’d given you his routine Happy New Year’s kiss on the cheek, and missed, pecking the corner of your mouth gently. It had been pretty easy to ignore your agony-inducing feelings since you didn’t see him much while JYPE kept him extra busy with schedules. But now that you were at this party with him, where he had pretty much glued himself to your side the entire time, it was difficult to push them away.

For the past thirty minutes, however, you had a completely different issue plaguing your mind. One that you knew you needed to talk to Hyunjin about. As if he could hear your thoughts, his voice spoke up from behind you, “You’re missing Changbin and Minho’s drinking contest.”

“Their what?” You spun around, looking absolutely bewildered.

“I’m kidding, I needed to get your attention.” Hyunjin let out a melodious chuckle as he stepped closer to you, looking just as dazzling as before in his simple navy-blue suit, the jacket having been discarded long ago in favor of just rolling his sleeves up to just below his elbow. That, paired with the slightly-mussed up and curly hair, gave no aid in calming your thundering heart. How was one boy allowed to be that attractive?

“You could’ve said ‘Hey, Y/N.’ You know, like a normal person.” You snorted, going back to leaning again the balcony railing as he joined you.

“Since when have we ever been normal?” He bumped your shoulder.

“Oh, I’m perfectly normal—” You bumped his shoulder back. “It’s you that’s fucking weird.”

“You know, I’d tickle you if you didn’t look so stunning tonight.”

Your cheeks and ears heated up immediately, counteracting the chilling winter winds easily seeping into your skin. At your lack of response, Hyunjin spoke again, “So what’s on your mind, little bean?”

Dropping your face into your hands, you mumbled, “Jinnie, I’ve made a grave mistake.”

“What did you do this time, Y/N?”

“I might have agreed to give Jisung a New Year’s kiss.”

You took your face out of your hands in time to see Hyunjin’s eyebrows shoot up, “Like, kiss on the cheek?”

You shook your head.

He seemed more distressed than you, rubbing his face in frustration as he thought. Finally, he groaned and offered, “I’ll tell him that you know… he can’t do that, because you’re my best friend and that’d be weird for me.”

“That’s not what I’m concerned about.” You ignored the twinge in your heart when he called you his friend. Truth be told, you were doing this hoping that it’d help you get over Hyunjin. Not necessarily by getting into Jisung, that wasn’t what you wanted. But just a little extra push to forget about your feelings for your best friend.

Hyunjin’s eyes were nearly popping out of his face as he asked, “So is it like… the actual kiss, then? What, why?”

“Never kissed anyone before.”

“You’re really going to let Han Jisung be your first kiss?”

You shrugged.

“You don’t know him that well, Y/N.”

“I barely know anybody here.” You pointed out with another shrug. “Why are you making a big deal out of this?”

“Your first kiss should be with someone you know, and who actually cares about you, and isn’t just some lonely teenage boy who would get affection from a rock if he could.”

“Well if you can find me someone like that within the next—” You looked at your phone again, “one hour and fifty-six minutes, then sure, Han Jisung won’t be my first kiss.”

As you had said that, you looked at him with a newfound fire in your eyes, waiting for him to respond to your challenge. His jaw was clenched, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but decided to close it again, taking a relenting step back.

“Fine,” Hyunjin shook his head, walking back into the venue and managing to disappear his broad form into the crowd.

Your friend’s cold departure from you had left you in a sour mood for all of five seconds before some of the other members of Stray Kids had found you and provided ample distractions from the tears threatening to make an appearance. Never had Hyunjin ever looked so upset or disappointed in you, and it hurt. It really fucking hurt.

You had a feeling that Hyunjin’s members had been able to surmise that something bad had happened, considering you wouldn’t even look in his general direction, a stark contrast from just an hour ago when you were laughing together while his arm had encircled your waist. The ghost of his arm there was still present, and you desperately pressed yourself even further back into the couch you were on to try to rid yourself of it. You really only succeeded in tucking yourself into Seungmin’s side, as you were crammed onto the couch with him and the other maknaes, not including Hyunjin.

Jisung was on your other side, looking very animated as he tried to yell out a story above to the constant loud hum, one that Felix on his other side could apparently understand, as his deep laughs reached your ears. The light tinkling of Jeongin’s laughter brought your attention to your other side, and you felt Seungmin attempting to worm himself off the couch. You scooted closer to Jisung to give him some more room, and when he stood up, you saw that there was a dark brown stain all down the front of his light-colored suit. Realizing that your sudden jolt into his side must have caused him to spill his drink all over himself, you tried to apologize, but he waved you off and disappeared as well.

Now with more space, you scooted back away from Jisung, only by a few millimeters, as the couch was definitely not meant to fit even four people like it was now. As you leaned in to listen to Felix’s addition to the conversation, you felt someone slide in beside and slightly behind you again and were surprised at how quickly Seungmin had returned. But then an arm snaked around your waist and an all-too familiar voice was beside your ear and you knew it wasn’t him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Hyunjin didn’t have to whisper too much, the room was definitely too loud for anybody further than four inches away to hear anything he was saying. “If you want to fuck Jisung—”

You snapped your head around to hiss incredulously, “I don’t want to fuck him! Jesus Christ, Jinnie, it’s a kiss. I don’t even like him like that, or plan on liking him.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You scoffed before softening your features and gently nudging his side affectionately, “Anyway, I forgive you. You were just being a good friend and looking out for me.”

“Yeah.”

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he sounded disappointed when you called him your friend. But when he rested his head on yours and your hopeful heart hopped painfully against your ribcage, you reminded yourself that all you were was his friend, and you had to learn how to be happy with just that.

You were standing towards the back of the large mass of people crowded around the huge TV announcing the countdown to the New Year. With Jisung on your left and Hyunjin on your right, you blamed the heat for your sweaty palms instead of the idea of having your first kiss in a very visible place and with a somewhat-random person. It would be just a peck, you had convinced yourself. Not a big deal.

The voices of everyone counting down in unison reverberated through your brain.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Before you could even turn to the boy on your left, you were yanked to the right, a pair of lips descending onto yours in one fluid and firm motion. Hyunijn’s large hands were gripping either side of your face and neck, his body pressing against yours, and his mouth meshing with yours in a way you could only describe as perfect. Your own hands grappled for something to hold onto as your breath was stolen from you, finding a somewhat suitable place clutching desperately onto his shirt.

Finally, Hyunjin deemed it necessary to breathe, moving his face back just a few millimeters from yours, a thin line of spit still connecting you two. You widened the distance, taking a few shaky inhalations as you tried to look anywhere except Hyunijn. Which was difficult considering he took up much of your vision, still being only a couple inches away.

“Oh,” You let out a forced giggle, voice cracking awkwardly as you added, “You missed… again.”

“No I didn’t.” He posited, closing the space between you two again. “There, you had your first kiss with someone who actually cares about you. So if you still want to go kiss Jisung—”

“No.” Shaking your head with determination, you looked him in the eye, “I don’t want to kiss him. Or anyone else…”

“Except me.” Hyunjin finished your implicit statement with a shit-eating grin.

Rolling your eyes, you nodded nonetheless.

“So, are we together, then?”

You pretended to contemplate this for a moment before grabbing his collar and tugging him back down for another kiss, dropping one hand down to lace your fingers with his. Hyunjin grinned into the kiss, squeezing your hand in return.

The very amused voice of Chan startled you into nearly having an aneurysm, “You two might want to stop that before JYP comes by to say Happy New Year’s to everybody.”

You folded your hands politely in front of you, nodding sheepishly as the rest of Stray Kids could only giggle at your being caught. Jisung then whined, “I still didn’t get a New Year’s kiss!”

“Come here, then!” Minho wrapped an arm around the younger boy’s neck, pursing his lips as Jisung tried to get away. The whole group burst into laughter, taking enough attention off you and Hyunjin for him to take your hand in his again.

Heat of the Campfire (M)

Pairing: Reader x Jaebum Words: 2253 Genre: Smut / Suggestive Warnings: just a lot of teasing...

While on a camping trip together with the others, the evening quickly turned into a heated teasing session with your boyfriend. 

It was one of those incredibly rare weekends where all of them had spare time. JYPE gave them three free days and not even Jackson decided to use that time for going back to China. In conclusion, after months and months had passed without all of you spending some prime time together, the day had finally come. It took a while but all of you agreed on camping together. Not too far away, near Jaebum’s hometown, there were woods he knew pretty well and ensured you that going there would be the easiest and safest. And obviously, no one really doubted their leader, so with that, the destination was quickly chosen. Now, only a few days later after planning the trip, it was your first nightfall in the woods. You had arrived around midday to have enough time finding a nice spot, putting up the tents and collecting some wood to make a campfire for the night. It was summer but who knew how cold it would get during the night. Either way, all of you were kind of exhausted, because putting up the tents was not as easy as it may sound if you have an overexcited Jackson jumping around, almost screaming that he had never done this before and on the other hand Mark, who seemed like he wanted to die, finding a bug crawling near him almost every second. And in the middle of it all were you, trying to hide the fact that all you wanted within the next couple of days, was some private time with your boyfriend Jaebum. As tight as their schedule always was, getting that time alone was almost impossible. And if you had it, it mostly ended with him falling asleep to you caressing his head on your lap. Sure, that wasn’t a bad thing. Actually, you liked watching him sleep because he looked especially peaceful when you were next to him…and also spending time with all the boys together like you did now filled you with happiness…yet, you were a simple girl who had some basic needs, longing for the touch of your man for way too long already.

At that moment, however, all of you sat together around the campfire that you successfully lit, enjoying the time either by staying silent to simply appreciate the here and now or by delving into old memories. Obviously, you had made yourself comfortable next to Jaebum, leaning on his side while an arm of his was tightly wrapped around your shoulders. His fingers gently drew patterns over the fabric of your jacket so that even when he didn’t look at you, you felt like having his attention at all times. It was small details like that why you could certainly say, he was the best boyfriend you could have…if it wasn’t for the sex part sometimes. You half-heartedly listened to the conversations they had, busy with imaging all sorts of things as you had the chance to look at his beautiful profile without being disturbed. You really wanted him. A blanket laying on top of you could cover up what you were about to do. But with 6 other people around who knew Jaebum better than anybody else, the risk of being caught was still incredibly high. And probably exactly that was what ‘caused the blood buzzing in your ears as well as the feeling of your clit pulsing stronger, the more you thought about it. You had to start things off casually though. After resting your chin on his shoulders for a while you took the benefit of the doubt and softly blew some air on his neck. He did not react to it the first time, only the skin showing slight goosebumps made clear he noticed it at all. So you repeated your action, a tad stronger now which made the goosebumps show up more. He turned his head towards you, looking you directly in the eyes, not saying a word though, and just raising an eyebrow. He might have already been aware of your plan…were you that obvious? You just smiled at him innocently, acting like nothing had happened at all, so he let it go and turned his head back to the fire. You waited a few moments before scooping closer that you could place a quick peck underneath his ear, only to pinch his earlobe between your teeth for a split-second. Additional to that you slipped one hand under the blanket, putting it on his thigh. You squeezed him lightly to make sure that he noticed you.  This time his head snapped into your direction much quicker. He frowned, looking like he was not enjoying this as much as you were. “I know where you want to go, (Y/N). Don’t.” he muttered in a low-voice, which was not meant to be sexy at all but it still had an effect on you. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Jaebummie.” You teased him still smiling but aware of the fact that your eyes told a completely different story. Neither of you said something now, just the eye contact remained along with nothing but a few centimeters parting your lips. You were breathing each other’s air, making your head go a little fuzzy. While his eyes actually still looked pretty normal, almost as if he was immune to any of your moves, his tongue slipped out, moistening his lips unintentionally. Getting that reaction out of him motivated you. So you ran your fingers slightly upwards, getting dangerously close to his dick – that is when he abruptly grabbed your hand, stopping you from going any further. “I said…don’t.” he threatened you, his grip tightening around your wrist. How much he hated not being in control over the situation was quite amusing. “But Jaebum…no one is looking at us.” You cooed into his ear, meanwhile tracing your fingertips along his neck. His veins were popping out from focusing so hard on not giving in to you. He did not respond. You leaned in to press your lips on his, tucking on his bottom one. He hesitated, not kissing you back at first until suddenly his tongue slipped into your mouth, hungrily swirling around yours. One hand placed in your neck, he pulled you closer. Apparently, it was at this moment that he realized just how long it had been since the last time you fucked.    “Hey! You guys are not alone here!” Jinyoung snapped at you, ripping both of you out of the world you had just entered. You laughed at his words to loosen up the situation, there still was no point in denying that blood rushed not only to your cheeks in an instant but also down to your middle part. Still, there was a possibility of Jaebum being completely turned off, now that he knew the others were watching…but you were wrong. “Didn’t you say you were cold, (Y/N)?” he asked with one hand strongly settled on the side of your hips, almost pushing you onto his lap. Understanding what he actually meant by that, you played along and swung yourself onto him. Knowing that Jaebum is not the kind of guy for whom it would be enough to simply grind on his cock a few times it was what you decided to do first. Tease him a little more…who knew, maybe you could actually get him to beg for you once. Most likely not though. Your back pressed against his firm chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your upper body and his chin resting on your shoulder, that you could feel his hot breath tingling on your neck, was enough to get you back in the mood. You tugged the blanket up higher, just to be sure, and slowly started moving your bottom against his member. The motions had to be so discreet that none of the others noticed you again, yet intense enough for him to feel anything at all. You started slow, grinding on him like you usually did at home just on a slightly smaller scale, hoping that it could get him going. Every now and then you used the chance and acted like you were repositioning on his lap but in reality, merely harshen the movement for a few seconds. And it worked. Every time you used that trick, his breathing hitched or a low growl escaped his mouth right next to your ear. Surprisingly quick, you could feel his growing erection pressing against you. Before swapping positions like you had planned it out already, you decided on mocking him a few more minutes. He lifted his arms of your body to swiftly scoop under the blanket, placing his hand on your hips with a tight grip. Not only his breathing got a little shaky along with that, at one time he went so far as thrusting his hips upwards to meet your movements, pressing you down at the same time and taking control of the situation the way he loved it the most. “Fuck.” He grunted under his breath trying desperately to stay still, it was by far one of the hottest sounds you ever heard him do. You had to bite your lip to keep in the moan that stuck in your throat.

Realising how wet you had gotten yourself from all the humping and grinding on him it was about time to switch things up a bit. Loosening his grip on you by pressing against his arms, you signaled him that you wanted to position yourself differently. Now you sat sideways, your legs lying on top of his and then dropping off on the side again. This way you could first of all still stroke his now hard cock but also rest your head in the crook of his neck, pretending to doze off but actually sucking at the skin of his neck, right where his sweet spot was located. Jaebum wrapped the blanket around you completely, which only made the disguise of you falling asleep on him even better. “You are so hard for me, oppa.” You whispered into his ear seductively while starting to suck at mentioned sweet spot of his. He did an incredibly good job of staying still but you wanted to see him struggle at least a teeny tiny bit. “If only you knew.” You mewled into his ear further, in-between kissing the soft skin and trailing your tongue along it. Your hand traveled down his torso, enjoying the feeling of his muscles underneath the thin fabric until you almost reached his bulge. “If only I knew what?” he asked back with a dark voice, the one you missed the sound of for so long. “How wet I am for you.” You moaned directly into his ear, finally grabbing his dick through the pants he was wearing. He inhaled sharply but held back any other strong reaction that would expose the situation. Even though it would not change a lot if you actually got caught, you restrained from slipping your hand inside his pants completely. You started stroking his shaft all the way up and then all the way back down again, painfully slow at first. One of his hands had found the way back under the blanket again and now lay on top of yours, tightening your grip on him and determining the pace he wanted to happen. That combined with you leaving hot trails on his neck stunned him for a few seconds until… “Shit…” he gasped loudly, making everybody’s heads turn to the two of you. You initially stopped everything you were doing in order to keep them thinking you were already deep asleep. He had to get himself out of this one alone. “Are you alright, Jaebum-hyung?” Youngjae asked with an actual hint of worry in his voice. You had to keep yourself from laughing at how someone could be that innocent and not suspect a single thing. “Uhm yeah…I just forgot to bring something.” He tried lying himself out of the situation but at least some of them really didn’t seem to buy it.

“What did you forget? Condoms?” Jackson blurted out, laughing his ass off all alone. You on the opposite felt Jaebum tense up at these words. Funny enough your hand was still wrapped around his erection so all you had to do for him to relax, was move your hand all the way down his length. Feeling him twitch lightly under your touch was so hot. “At least I am getting some.” He confidently replied and made some of the others laugh or cheer for him. The next move of him actually was so much wittier than you ever expected him to be at that point. “You guys are too loud. (Y/N) wants to sleep…I’ll take her to bed now.” He pretended to caress your arm in order for you to wake up again. You blinked a few times as if your eyes were sleepy and too heavy to open up. Then you took a look around you, the smiley faces of the guys looking right at you. “You will regret all that teasing real quick, babe.” He whispered into your ear as both of you got up together and made your way back to the tent. He stopped one last time, looked back at the others and shouted Jackson’s name. “See this?” he asked and demonstratively smacked your ass when he knew not only Jackson but everyone else was looking as well. “All mine.”