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jaestrz · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 캐빈문

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff | little angst | established relationship

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: kevin moon x afab!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: mental breakdown | mentioned of stress

≡;- ꒰ °you had a hard time with being insecure of yourself and kevin was there for you꒱

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n: i went to take a break after I wrote this. I want my own kevin ㅠㅠ

There wasn’t a time where you think you were ‘enough’ for him comparing to his fans that treated him better than you did. Especially when you’re his girlfriend. There was a sense of insecurity blew your mind when it comes to this. You couldn’t blame Kevin for it or course. This made you blame yourself for couldn’t be the best for him.

You wondered if he ever felt that way. Although he did talked about how both of you should be transparent with each other. But humans can say words with empty promises anytime they desire. It’s just up to you to believe it or not. It doesn’t make it any better, the way your own mindset is thinking is making you look like you don’t trust Kevin. You don’t want it to be that way. But you were scared to death each time your life depends on Kevin too much. Once he leaves you, with or without reason, you didn’t want to feel the unbearable pain. If it was going to hurt at least make it less.

Leave is a powerful word. It’s something he could hold onto and use it anytime if you did not live up to his expectations. That’s what you had in your mind. It’s more awful to think how much you have tried your hardest to be a better partner for him. For Kevin.

He’s talented. Kevin is the most talented person you had ever met. He had always been since high school. Kevin was everyone’s dream boy as far as you could remember. A boy who knew how to sing, dance, cook and more things you could list in your mind. It was no surprised that a lot of people liked him. But compared to everyone else, you couldn’t understand the way he sees the world.

It was definitely clear in your memories. You remembered when it was the first performance for Kingdom. He came back home with a worn out figure. Very different than when he went out the door in the morning. There were bruises on his body’s, your guessing is that he has quite a fall during practice. But then again out of all of that sweat and minor injuries, he looked like the happiest boy you could possibly imagine. When the group gained more fans from the show, you couldn’t forget how excited he had gotten.

There was a night, where both of you were sitting down in the living room. The only thing that could be heard was songs from his phone with a mix of yours and his playlist. It was 2 in the morning and a layer of glass was formed in his eyes. The tears threatening to fall out. He was stressed. Kevin talked about something that has to do with not getting the choreography right, the song was hard and the album was a total mess. He was completely a different person at this moment. He wasn’t smiling like he always do, wasn’t laughing nor cracking up his stupidly funny jokes. It was just Kevin who let out and spill all of his struggles. Which soon leads to him breaking down with you comforting him.

You can’t deny, the world is a scary place.

He felt too much pressure in his head. It seems like it could burst if he didn’t let it out.

That was the last time you had seen him breakdown.

‘I don’t think I could even cry, because then I couldn’t be the one that he could lean on’ the sound of pen scratches against your notebook paper, leaving nothing but ink. Your knuckles turned white from gripping the pen too hard, feeling your hand going numb.

Your heart questioned you. What do you know about Kevin and yourself?

You stared blankly at the white wall. Nothing came up to your mind except the not so nice ones. A tear slipped down from your eye, following by a few more so it was non stop.

Kevin loves midnight driving in the middle of the highway with nowhere to go. He prefers speaking English with you and Jacob because to him it doesn’t sound as awkward as speaking Korean. He doesn’t like to be called by his Korean name, he doesn’t have a reason why but people rarely calls him Hyungseo.

Was that really all you could recall after dating him since high school?

‘I can’t even understand my own emotions. Something is hurting but I can’t tell what it is’ You scribbled, pulling your knees to your chest as you cried. Forgetting about the world around you as everything seem to fade away.

Kevin won’t be back until another few hours. I’ll be fine you thought. You couldn’t even sleep. Tears were streaming down your face that you didn’t even bother to wipe away.

And you didn’t even bother to turn on your phone to see the miss calls from Kevin and notifications from his text messages he had sent you.

Kevin was indeed, a little bit skeptical about your quiet behaviour this morning before he left for practice with the other members. He had actually asked if you were alright but you just replied with a dry ‘yes’ to him. He almost made up his mind about going to work and just stay at home with you to keep an eye out for you. He couldn’t skip today due to an important meeting. But that doesn’t mean he won’t ask about your condition in text. Which also, you replied dry.

‘what would happen if I could not be the one enough for him?’ The notebook was stained with tears.

You were too lost in your own thoughts to hear the sound of the front door creaked, signalling and a reminder that Kevin is home. He saw you sitting in the dark living room on his work desk with your notebook opened. The only thing that could be heard was your slow sobs.

And through the night was playing on your phone.

Kevin’s eyes softened at the sight of your silhouette. Slowly approaching you so he wouldn’t startle you to death. He took a glanced at your notebook before he touches you, watching as your tensed body suddenly eased at his skin contact. The unfamiliar temperature of your body pulled his heartstrings, taking you in a hug.

“i’m home love. I’m here now.” He whispered as you buried your face in his chest, letting out every single of your worries by crying. He could tell you had so many problems in your head that you were afraid to admit. Kevin could read your eyes that was screaming how you were not okay. And his heart broke more to see your ill body that you had neglected. “don’t cry, it’s okay shh. I’m right here with you. I’ll keep your problems away baby. Trust me. I will hug you so tight, until you forget about every single problems that’s stuck in your head.”

It took a few minutes for you to calm down. The tears were still flowing but it had definitely lessened. His hand was rubbing your back repeatedly while he gave you forehead kisses every few minutes. You were avoiding his eye contact. “Look at me sweetheart.” His request was soft, he could see the glassy layer in your eyes when you look up to him. “What were you thinking baby? Was the fever bothering you?” He wasn’t completely wrong about the fever part. You do tend to get in a 5 emotional stages when you don’t feel well.

Your voice was stuck in your throat. You were trying to swallow whatever was in your throat so you could speak. “Deep breaths baby.” He said and you followed his breathing.

“I was- not feeling like the best person today. Maybe not just today, for the past few weeks as well.” You admitted. Kevin let out a hum, signing you that he was listening.

“I felt like I wasn’t good enough to be your… girlfriend.” There was a slight frown formed on Kevin’s expression before he reached his hand to cup your face and wipe the tears with his thumb. “You were everyone’s favourite person since high school and i’m- just. Not up to your expectations.”

Kevin guided you to the sofa and placed you to sit on his lap before he started saying. “You’re the most precious and wonderful person that had entered in my life. No matter what really happened, you’re the first person I will come to at the end of the day.” Kevin told you. “You’re the actual reason why I’m still here and performing in front of people. I don’t think I could even continue if you weren’t here.” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re not enough for me. You’re everything love. I swear if I could take you to see what you are in my life, I would. Just to proof to you that you worth much more than you thought.”you felt his lips connected with yours. It wasn’t full of lust or anything lewd. It was full of sincere.

When you pulled away to catch a breath, you stared into his eyes. You didn’t know how to say thank you. You weren’t good at expressing yourself. But Kevin could read your thoughts better.

You snuggled up in the croak of his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne while he starts telling you about his day and something interesting that had happened at work. Some made you laugh and he felt like his mission was complete.

“Did Eric really lost his phone?”

“Changmin found it underneath the couch. But Eric accused Jacob for taking it” Kevin replied with a slight laughter.

Both of you ended up talking more about his days. Until he realised both of you had to go to bed.

“Now that my girlfriend is smiling, you have to take your medicine before bed you old sick ahjumma” Kevin joked. “Then you’re ahjussi. We’re the same age.” You laughed.

He was grateful that he could be the reason you could smile again. Kevin wouldn’t trade you for the whole universe. He wanted to stay like this for the rest of his life.

With just you.

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ethereal-engene · 1 year

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rubber boots | hyungseo

pairing: university!AU Kevin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, nonidol!AU & university!AU // warnings: uses of cuss words & brief mention of food

summary: A girl who hates the rain joins a boy who loves the rain to dance & the aftermath // word count: 2015

note: recently remembered rubber boots existed & got inspired to write this! enjoy <3 ooh and @liliansun here’s the fic I was talking about :))

Most people either hate or love rain. You hate the rain. Unfortunately, most of the time the rain seems to add on another thick layer to your already bad day or mood.

So today is no different from your usual attitude towards the rainy weather as it starts to pour. You’re luckily able to run quickly into a building to stay dry. Wondering why anyone would want to get wet from the downpour and why you hadn’t decided to look at the forecast to prepare for this.

The building you’re in is none other than your campus’s cafe. Seeing students study with their friends and drinks remind you that a good old warm drink would be the perfect way to get you all warmed up. So that is exactly what you get.

After drinking some of it, you couldn’t help but people watch. Feeling like you’re in a movie trying to figure out who everyone is and what they’re doing. Eventually your eyes reach the windows and spot someone outside. Their arms are spread out and feeling the rain hit their skin gracefully. Almost like they’re some sort of main character in a movie.

They kind of have you in a trance because you’re just wondering why anyone would possibly want to be rained on right now?? Like the rain is cold and you could get sick or something. With your eyes locked on them, they would surely feel like someone is watching them. Just when you notice and they do too, a quick exchange of eye contact is made. Rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren’t going crazy. So you look over to where they were and sure enough, you guys stare at each other. Only for a few seconds too long before you turn your head.

Trying not to think much of it as you go back to people watching but somewhere in the back of your head, that little interaction between the two of you wouldn’t leave you alone. And before you know it, you’re racing out of the door to join them in the rain. Normally you would do almost anything to avoid the rain. Hating the way it makes your clothes cling to your skin, more specifically having wet socks. Plus there have been a couple of times where the floor is so slippery that you become the victim of slipping on the floor.

You’re really not sure what possessed you to do it but perhaps the best things in life do not always require an answer. When you reach them, you see that he’s a guy. The first thing you notice is his style is so nice and once again can’t help but think why he would want it to be damp. Before even introducing yourself, he bows in your presence and offers his hand to you. His phone is playing some song from the musical “Singing in the rain”. You place your hand in his and you’re not much of an intuitive dancer but it’s like you’ve danced to this before.

Everything fits in place and you manage to not step on his toes. This moment feels unreal but one you definitely wouldn’t forget for years to come. The way the steps and twirls match the tempo of the songs adds more sprinkles of magic into this moment. You’re sure that people have maybe stopped to watch you guys. Anyone could easily mistake you two for a couple from afar. The thought of being watched is the least of your concerns.

Throughout the dance numbers, you learn that his name is Kevin and small things about him. He sounds like a cool guy to be around. Loves to draw, loves Beyonce, has a big friend group of 10 friends, and can play piano. Wait forgot to mention that not only is his taste in music and style impeccable but his looks are on par with everything else. Kevin learns some things about you as well. His smile is soft and sweet.

“Here comes the last dip but watch out for that puddle real quick. Wouldn’t want you to get more wet than you already are.” Turning your head to avoid the puddle, you side step and he dips you perfectly just as he’s done the previous times. Right after he brings you back up, your eyes meet his little rain boots. There are little doodles and drawings on them.

“Thanks and just noticed. Your rain boots, they’re really cute! Did you do those designs yourself?” He nods and quickly searches for his umbrella. “Yeah, I actually didn’t like how they looked so plain so I decided to grab some paint markers and freehand these. Admittedly not my best work but they work for me. By the way, thanks for joining me to dance in the rain. Couldn’t have asked for a better dance partner!” As he opens up the umbrella to shield you two from the relentless rain, you respond with “Ahhh, don’t mention it! I had a lot of fun and don’t even know what had encouraged me to join you but super glad I did it anyways.”

Walking towards the cafe where your stuff was in, he quickly closed the umbrella to open the door for you. Perhaps chivalry isn’t dead. A quick thanks leaves your mouth and you head over to your stuff to grab your wallet. He follows behind you and his eyebrows raise as he sees your wallet in your hand.

“Come on, Kevin. Lemme buy you a drink, it’s the least I could!”

“No no! It’s okay, I swear that having you as a dance partner is way worth more than a cup of coffee. Plus, I don’t want our interaction and friendship to feel like it’s built off of owing each other things.” When he was done talking, your mouth slipped into a small smile. Hearing that he decided that you were his friend, it warmed your heart. Making friends at university has been a little tough for you, so to hear this was sweet. Nonetheless, you kept on insisting and telling him that you didn’t feel like you owed him anything.

“Well if you insist that much, I’d love an Iced Americano please.” Your eyes roll as your hands pull out your card to pay for it. “An iced americano? Really??” A tinge of disgust in your tone. His face is in disbelief and hands are up in the air as if he’s done something wrong.

“Excuse me, iced americano is a classic but still good! What type of beef do you have with people who get an iced americano??”. Shaking your head in laughter. “Nothing, it’s just basic. I thought you would have had some specific drink order or something else. You don’t look like someone who likes iced americano. No offense, of course.”

Now he’s the one rolling his eyes. “If you must know, while my drink order is basic, everything else about me is not basic!”

“Alright, alrighty. I hear you crystal clear Mr. Kevin Moon.”

Before you know it, his order is called and you walk to the table where your stuff is. Taking a seat where you were before, you felt a rush of an unknown feeling course through you. Not too long ago, you were sitting in the same spot and watching this guy dance in the rain. If you told yourself that you would be sitting across from Kevin who was dancing earlier, you wouldn’t believe it.

Both of you talk some more before he takes a look at the time and realizes that his class starts in 20 minutes. Before he leaves, he hands over his phone for you to put your number in. As you’re typing in your phone number, you put your contact name as “cute dance partner”. Handing it back to him and wishing him that he has a good class, you go back to your work. You find it hard to focus because your head is still wrapping around the fact that you had danced in the rain. In due time, you manage to get back into the grind.

The time passes by and you don’t even notice until Kevin decides to come back. “Woah, you’re still here? Ma’am it’s been like 3 hours since I last left. How the fuck are you still here? Have you even eaten since then?” Your head rises up to meet his eyes. “Wait, wait. How long has it been? What time is it right now?”

You look up at the clock in front of you before your jaw drops. “Oh my god. wHAT IT’S ALREADY 7 O’CLOCK? I swear last time I checked it was only 3 o’ clock.” A chuckle escapes from you. “Woops… heh, looks like I forgot to eat but it’s okay. I’ll go eat soon, I promise. Lemme finish this.”

“Nope, nope. Come on, let’s go get dinner. You can finish this later. Also we’re not gonna be alone, my friends are going to join us.” He closes your laptop lightly and helps you pack your things. “I didn’t even say yes yet thoughhhh… not that I would haven’t said yes. Okay fine, let’s go!”

And with that the day ended with even more fun than earlier. Meeting his friends was nothing like you had expected. Plus the food was really good.

To months to follow, yours and Kevin’s friendship eventually turned into something more. All of his friends were growing quite tired of hearing him talk about how much he liked you. When he had asked you out, his face light up when you said yes. “Here’s to more dances whether they be in the rain or not. If you’re my dance partner, it doesn’t really matter to me.”

— bonus —

Once while visiting his studio, he wasn’t answering his phone and that’s what prompted you to drop by. His phone was on one of the tables far from him and you saw how his phone lit up after receiving a text from the group chat. When it lit up, your eyes caught the fact that he didn’t ever change your contact name. It was still “cute dance partner”.

Walking over to him and tapping his shoulder brought him out of the zone. He was about to go off but then he saw your face. His frown turns into a smile before puckering up. Giving him a quick kiss and holding up his phone until he sees it. “Oh… sorry about that. You know how I get when I start to create art. Anyways what’s up, my love?”

“Ah nothing, but I was bored. Also why is my contact name still “cute dance partner”? Literally cringing at the fact that you kept it.” Starting to cover your face with your sweatshirt, that is actually his, and scooting away. Only for him to pull back your sweatshirt so that his hands can hold your waist. “I thought it was really funny and cute. Plus it’s true, you are my cute dance partner. So why change it? But if it does bother you, you can change it again. I don’t mind, whatever makes you happy!”

“God you’re so cute and sweet sometimes Kevin. You’re going to give me a sugar rush. For the record, I think we should keep it. It reminds me of the first time we met, you know?” He nods and you leave kisses all around his face. The last kiss is, of course, on his lips. Smiling into it because nothing could be sweeter than this.

Except there is, the rain starts to fall. Before he says anything, you’re already dragging him outside with you to dance. It’s become some unspoken agreement that almost anytime whenever it’s raining, either you or Kevin could take each other to dance in the rain. While of course, nothing would be like the first time, each and every time would remain near & dear to each other’s heart. Who knew a girl who hated the rain would end up falling in love with a guy who loved the rain?

man i hope this fic does well 😭 I forgot to add this into the bonus b/c I got too tired but he eventually gives you your own rainboots with his own doodles <3

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!! also @sungbeam IT’S FINALLY HERE, anyways I highly rec anyone who likes this to check out duckie’s works as well. We’re on a mission to bring back deobiblr !! as always if you liked it, please leave a note or interact by reblogging it with your thoughts in the tags or even sending an ask or message to me!!

take care & signing off with love

- ash

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juyeonszn · 3 months

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PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (PT. 2)

PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.60k

GENRES angst ﹒little bit of fluff ﹒little bit of smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader is better than me cause i would not let kevin do all the shit he’s done 😭, ANYWAY i digress, this part is very reader-centric — whereas part one is very kevin-centric, inner turmoil goes absolutely crazy, most of this fic is reader putting kevin in his place and him realizing how big of an asshole he truly is, mentions of injury (past tense), mentions of insecurity, lots of arguing, reader cries at one point or another, the smut places a very minimal role in this, but unprotected sex, public sex (the auditorium dressing room), no foreplay but wtv we fall like soldiers in battle, pussy job lowkey (high key…), creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

SUMMARY it wasn’t like you and kevin hated each other. in fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

MORE oh my god. it’s finally fucking here. A MONTH, 2 SICKNESSES AND MANY MANY STRESSFUL NIGHTS LATER— part two of princess and the pauper is here!!! i’m so sorry to those of u who have been itching and waiting on me to get ‘er done,,, it’s been an ordeal to say the least, and while it’s nearing the two month mark since the black out or back out collab was announced, SHE FINALLY FINISHED!!! for once i saw something through omg i can sleep peacefully and work on my other wips without guilt now… 😭 ALSO THANK U SO MUCH MAYA @/kimsohn FOR PUSHING ME THROUGH THIS and for making me thug it out bc without u it definitely would’ve taken much longer to finish 💔 please dont forget to read part one and the other fics in the series if u haven’t!! both are linked below! and as always, pls reblog if u enjoyed <3

PART ONE | SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

TAGLIST @millksea @deobibbang @deobi0412

Never in your life have you felt so… Confused.

It wasn’t just confusion that settled deep in the pit of your stomach. There was a sharp pain there too, like someone stabbed you and twisted the knife. That was probably the best way to describe what you were feeling. You were bleeding out, and no one was coming to save you.

Kevin wasn’t answering your calls. He wasn’t answering your texts. He ran out of the lecture hall as soon as class was over, never giving you a moment to speak to him. It was making you nervous.

You still had half of a dance to choreograph and a fuck ton of pressure riding on your back. After the last performance you and him did together, you’d have a lot of eyes on you. It most definitely wasn’t your fault that he dropped you. How many people willingly want to acquire a broken ankle? The crutches were a bitch to maneuver around with. But like every single thing that’s happened in the three years you’ve known Kevin Moon, he’s managed to place the blame on you like it was.

It was crucial that you make amends with him even if it was momentarily. Your final grades were dependent on your performance. If he couldn’t get his shit together for at least that, he was a lost cause in your mind. Not even your professor would be able to refute that fact. Actually, nobody would be able to refute that fact.

Your lips form an O as you blow the steam away from your coffee, pulling out your phone to try Kevin’s phone once again. The line rings a few times before going straight to voicemail like it has the past couple weeks. You kiss your teeth, tying your sweater around your waist as you slump in your chair. The baristas at the campus cafe were probably sick of seeing you sitting in the same high-top counter spot since the incident with Kevin in the studio.

“Y/N?”

Ji Changmin appears beside you and you click your phone off, so he wouldn’t see his friend’s contact on the screen. You give the Early Childhood Dev major a weak smile.

“Changmin! What’s up? How are you and your girlfriend?” You hope he can’t recognize the distress written all over your features. You highly doubt it, though. You can feel the wrinkles pulling at your skin.

“We’re good! How’s the showcase performance going with Kev?” He asks like he knows something you don’t. When your lips fall to a thin line, an all too familiar grimace, he sighs a knowing sigh. “Do I have to smack some sense into him?”

“Not gonna lie, yeah, you do. He’s being really fucking difficult and like half of our dance is unfinished. I can’t even get a hold of him, so I’m starting to lose my patience.” You express your annoyance. The border between complacency and free-will was a lot slimmer than one might think. For example; your feelings when it comes to Kevin Moon.

You don’t expect to get a returning call later that night when you’re washing dishes after dinner.

In fact, you don’t even hear it at first, too absorbed in scrubbing the staining out of your bowl. It’s when your roommate yells out to you, that you snap out of your reverie, albeit dazedly. You dry your hands on a nearby tea towel, hitting the green answer button without a second glance at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Your heart catches in your throat. You recognize the owner of the voice practically by the first breath into the receiver alone. It’s actually kind of unhealthy how quickly it took to realize who was on the other end. You swallow heavily, praying he doesn’t hear the gulp.

“In the latter part of the afternoon, I believe. Why?” You try not to sound hopeful. That’s one thing you’ve learned being in the same vicinity as Kevin Moon. You could never be too expecting, because it would only lead to disappointment. And you’d dealt with enough of that the past few years.

“We need to finish this fuck ass choreography,” he grunts, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue. “I’ll meet you in the same studio at 4.”

He doesn’t let you get anything else in, hanging up swiftly. You deflate as you set your phone back on the counter. All you had to do was push through these next couple weeks, like you always have when it came to him.

That should be a piece of cake, right?

Wrong.

“No, that looks stupid.”

You grit your teeth, swiping the back of your hand on your forehead. You’d been inside of this studio maybe 30 minutes tops, and you were on the verge of strangling Kevin. With as long as you’d been putting up with his shit, you thought getting through this wouldn’t be as rough as it’s been. But if there was one thing Kevin Moon had, it was pride.

“We don’t have time for you to nitpick right now. Let’s just finish the choreography and clean it after.” Your hands rest on your hips, nostrils flaring.

“If we clean as we go, we’ll have more time to drill it into our systems and get down muscle memory. It’ll be a stronger performance.” He argues. You roll your eyes as you turn away from him, taking a water break to calm yourself. “Why do you have so much fucking attitude today? You were the one preaching to the choir about me making things difficult. It seems the tables have turned.”

Usually, you were pretty good at keeping your frustration at bay when it came to Kevin’s remarks. You liked to think it was because you were down bad for the guy, despite him always wanting nothing to do with you. But as of late, (Read: Since your performance of Princess and the Pauper) every little comment he’s made has managed to crawl under your skin like a damn parasite. You were beginning to get real sick of it.

“God, you’re so—“ You interrupt yourself to groan, fingers curling into fists. “You’re fucking insufferable. Do you know that? I’ve been bending over backwards to ensure we aren’t kicked out of the goddamn program and you don’t even fucking care. Over what? A kiss that you initiated?”

Kevin is stunned into silence, not at all prepared for you to blow up on him like that. After all, that razor thin line between complacency and free-will had yet to be crossed. And well, it appears that you just crossed it. You whip around toward him, pulling down the collar of your t-shirt to reveal the faintest of bruises that still remains from your impromptu act of intimacy.

“I’ve had to look at this every day for a week and all it’s done is make me feel shitty, ashamed of something I didn’t even start. Now I need you to stop acting like an ass and get it together so we can finish this and perform the best dance this university has ever seen.” Your chest is heaving up and down, similarly to when you made out against the mirrors last week. Except this time isn’t out of breathlessness, but rather anger and exhaustion.

Kevin’s eyes don’t leave the hickey on the base of your throat, something undetectable swimming in them as he stares. You can’t read the emotions swirling rampantly in his irises, a mixture of too many blurring into one another. Honestly, it’s funny. It’s funny that it’s taken you this long to get him to shut his mouth for once.

So you laugh.

It’s a snort at first, an off handed projection of how comical the situation has become to you. But then it metamorphoses into a small giggle, which leads to full scale laughter that has you hunching over your knees and wiping away tears. This whole thing is stupid. Absolutely fucking stupid.

“What are you laughing at?” His eyebrow raises in question, broken from his weird trance.

“I just can’t believe it took three years for me to shut you up,” you shake your head slowly, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm. “You’re always the one who can’t stop talking.”

Kevin deadpans, mouth pulled pin-straight as his expression drops. “You’re so unserious.”

As the height of your laughter reaches a valley, you collapse onto the ground, resting your back against the mirror. You take another long sip of water before sighing. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal. Trust me, I know. But, we’ve gotta set aside our differences just this once. Please, for the sake of the department.”

“Fine,” he murmurs, plopping down beside you to stretch his back. “Let’s finish choreographing so we can start cleaning it up.”

It’s a victory in your book, and probably the most obedient the Pisces has ever been. Maybe this wouldn’t end in complete disaster like you assumed it would. It turns out Kevin Moon wasn’t entirely brainless and knew when he was wrong. Sometimes. Maybe. We’ll see.

You shut your eyes and visualize what you’ve choreographed so far, going over the moves in your head to see if the rest will come to you like a prophecy. It’s wishful thinking, but with how much you’ve accomplished since setting foot in the studio, you’re willing to try anything. The track would be nice for elements of hip hop style choreography, but you knew the audience wouldn’t eat it up as much as they would the route you’re currently taking.

Driver roll up the partition, please…

The song plays through the speakers and you watch as Kevin stands to run through everything you have. You’re entranced by his movements, the flow of his body on certain points. It’ll look ten times better once you’re doing it with him, costumed and performing it perfectly in front of a crowd. You can picture it now, the gentle but controlled glide of his hands along your arms when Beyoncé sings “We ain’t even gonna make it to this club”. He was right. You very well might be seduced by your enemy.

“Should we use props?” You suddenly voice, eyes narrowed in thought. He hums.

“That’s… not a half-bad idea, actually,” his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “What did you have in mind?”

“A chair, maybe,” you look away from him, placing your focus on the way your toes alternate between a tendu and relaxed position. “That could take up a good chunk of the choreo.”

Kevin stalks over to the supply closet in the corner of the studio, pulling out a folding chair. He puts it in the center of the room gently, careful to not scratch up the wooden, lacquered flooring. You spend the next couple of hours brainstorming through numerous versions of the dance. While it was a lot easier than your past practices, there were still the occasional argument over which movements looked good and whatnot.

At a certain point, everything becomes cohesive and the end is near. You gulp down some water as Kevin does some random choreography. It’s then that it comes to you, like a vision from That’s So Raven. You practically drop your water bottle, scrambling to your feet and stopping him. Your breath is heavy from fatigue and you’re slightly afraid of even suggesting this, but it’s exactly what this dance needs. It’s exactly what everyone wants to see from the two of you.

He pauses the music and gestures for you to get on with it. You push down the lump in your throat, scared of rejection. But maybe he was smart and he would agree that this is what you have to do. “What if we did a lift?”

You see the hesitation swirling in his eyes and you raise a finger before he can shut you down entirely. “Nothing crazy like… um— you know— Princess and the Pauper, but something smaller. Something… sexy? Like, Dancing with the Stars type beat.”

When he shrugs instead of outright dismissing your idea, you know you’ve won. He nods slowly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Okay, sure. But we better clean up everything else fast so we can perfect the lift.”

The two of you take another three hours running the entirety of the choreography, ingraining the moves into your brains and muscles. You still had a bit until the actual showcase, but your priority now lies with the lift. If you nailed it, the entire department would very well grovel after you in reparation for all of the slack you got after Kevin dropped you. Hell, the entire university would kiss your feet. This was your redemption. In more ways than one.

You both decide to call it a day at around 9:30 PM. Your hands reach for your belongings and then you halt yourself, a thought coming to mind. While you had him in this weird state of obedience, you figured it was as good a time as any to ask the question that’s been weighing on you for the past few years. Your fingers swipe away the sweat beading around your hairline.

”Kevin,” you start, voice a lot softer than before. “Why do you— what did I do to make you dislike me so much?”

He’s caught completely off guard, eyes widening in surprise. If he was anticipating you to say anything else prior to parting ways tonight, he didn’t think this would be it. He’s actually a little off put that you hadn’t asked him this already in the span of your definitely-one-sided rivalry. He takes a large gulp of water.

”I’d call it indifference, not dislike,” he corrects after a pregnant silence. “It’s really fucking stupid thinking about it in hindsight. I don’t know if you remember this time, way back in our first year, we ran into each other at the campus cafe— literally, might I add— and you spilled your coffee all over this white shirt of mine that Changmin had gotten for me as a birthday gift. I only recently found out that it wasn’t as expensive as he made it out to be.”

You blink at his admission, processing his words as thoroughly as possible. You don’t know what you wanted him to say. You weren’t even sure if there was a concrete reason for him to be so fucking mean to you all this time. And now that you know, you come to the conclusion that Kevin Moon isn’t as smart as you’ve painted him out to be in your head. He’s actually a gigantic idiot. Because who in their right mind goes through these lengths to form a distance between the only other person on par with their talent?

Before you can stop yourself, you’re bursting into another fit of laughter. Kevin falters at your reaction. He was waiting for you to blow up on him, to scream in his face for causing you so much pain and unnecessary drama over something so silly. So when you do none of that, when you start fucking laughing like a damn hyena, he feels dumb. Like his entire college career has been built off of nothing.

”This is so—“ you pause to gather your bearings, wiping away the tears that managed to escape. “We’ve spent so much time going back and forth over some spilled coffee? Surely you’ve realized how insane that is at some point.”

”It took a lengthy argument with Changmin, but yeah, I did,” he nods, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, finally getting your things together. The two of you bid each other an awkward goodbye. Neither of you knew what to make of your relationship now that things had been partially sorted through. There was a fuck ton of baggage that still had to be sifted, but at least you had an answer.

That was enough to push through this showcase performance. You think.

You’re nervous.

Never in your entire life have you ever been this nervous for a performance.

You grew up doing musical theatre and dancing, it’s always been the one constant presence you could rely on. But standing here, backstage at the showcase, you think you’re going to throw up. Your palms are clamming up uncontrollably and your chest feels unbearably heavy as you watch the quartet doing a contemporary piece to some ballad you couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of. There were still a couple groups before you.

Not even when you had to perform fuckass Princess and the Pauper were you this anxious. You wince, trying to stop the incessant bouncing of your leg. Your weight keeps shifting from one hip to the other. As a seasoned veteran, you don’t know why you feel this way. Maybe it had to do with all the pressure riding on this very dance. Every single eye in that crowd was going to scrutinize your every move on that stage.

“Calm down,” a voice whispers harshly from beside you. “You’re making me nervous.”

Kevin wraps his fingers around your wrist, stopping the annoying tap-tap-tap your own were doing against your thigh. He gives you a look, and you sigh. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

That’s a lie. Not only was the high expectations from the entire school getting to you, but so was the fear of history repeating itself. He knows this, it was inevitable. After what happened the last time he was tasked with lifting you, it was only natural.

”We’ve drilled this dance hundreds, if not thousands, of times, Y/N. We’ll do just fine.” Kevin assures you.

His hand feels foreign holding yours, like it was illegal for his skin to be touching your own. You feel your lower lip quiver, a sense of trepidation that you’ve never once felt creeping down your spine. Your mind was spiraling, and quite honestly, Kevin being so close was making it worse. All you could think about was him dropping you again, leaving you in the middle of the stage with a broken leg and a broken heart. You release a shaky breath and he turns to face you.

Your eyes widen and he searches your face for any disingenuity. When he finds his answer, he brings the hand that was holding yours up to cup your cheek. He’s cautious, afraid he might break you like he always does. He waits for you to shove him away and to yell at him for being a fucking coward.

You don’t. You stay still, hoping he follows through with what you think he’s about to do. And then he does.

It’s such a featherlight peck of his lips on your own, you almost don’t even register. But sparks shoot from the source all the way to the tips of your fingers. You feel as if you were dealt a static shock of electricity, your whole body buzzing from the small kiss alone.

He pulls away just in time for the stage manager to inform you that you’re next. Kevin rolls his neck jogging over to the wings to patiently await your performance like he hadn’t just kissed you a moment ago. You blink dumbly, two fingers coming up to touch where his lips had been. Sure the nerves were gone now, but the sensation of butterflies swarming about in your stomach easily replaced that. What the fuck was his problem?

“Our last performance is one I’m sure all of you have been waiting for. Kevin Moon and Y/N L/N with Partition!”

Before you know it, you and Kevin are in position, your body squared upstage and his to the crowd. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his arm wrapped around your waist and his steady breathing on your nose. The spotlight switches on, the heat of the lighting warm against the side of your face. It’s silent in the auditorium, but it rings in your ears. You could do this.

Let me hear you say ‘Hey Miss Carter’…

You move on reflex, muscle memory kicking in instantaneously. Each circle of your hips, every turn you make— a fouetté here, a pirouette there, a couple coupes, each roll of your body. But what really gets you is the long brushes of Kevin’s skin on your own. You’d practiced with distance between the two of you. There was a tension that had been there for years. Now it’s all coming to a rolling boil, a new uncharted tension that every single member in that audience could see.

And then comes the lift.

You, along with everybody in the auditorium, practically hold your breath when Kevin’s hands grip your hips. He raises you above him with all of his strength, completely focused on you and only you. You shut your eyes and feel the moment, like, really feel it. Your body is relaxed, the Dirty Dancing-esque lift bringing the whole performance together just like you knew it would. The only difference from the movie and real life is the fact that you’re flipped, your backside to Kevin and your chest to the ceiling.

Your eyes flutter open, the spotlight all but blinding you, and you finally feel content. Like everything has fallen into the right place for once in your life. Especially so when Kevin sets you down gently and you finish your dance with the utmost confidence.

The crowd erupts into a roaring chorus of applause, going as far as giving you a standing ovation. Holy shit. You pulled it off. You actually managed to pull it off.

Your face feels like it might split from how big your smile is. You and Kevin bow, walking off stage. You’re entirely too happy right now, a newfound energy overtaking you as you trail behind him.

“We did it!” You cheer as you follow him towards the dressing room where your things are. You’re the only ones left backstage, everyone else filtering out between performances. Kevin doesn’t give you much of a response, just a small nod of acknowledgment. Your smile falters. “What the hell is your problem?”

”Nothing, Y/N, fuck. Can you just mind your own fucking business?” He snaps, turning around to glare at you just as the door slams behind you. You instinctively flinch at both loud noises. His features soften but you take a step back from him.

You aren’t sure why you’re surprised. This isn’t anything new. Kevin has always made it crystal clear that he wasn’t your number one fan. Being neutral for your performance wasn’t enough to repair all the holes in whatever your relationship was, and you should’ve known better. You shouldn’t have let your guard down so easily. You should’ve expected this. Old dogs can never learn new tricks.

But Kevin’s scared. He’s afraid of letting you in after all the mess he’s put you through. The only thing he’s good at doing is hurting you, over and over like there was a prize that came out of it.

”Look…”

”No, you listen to me,” you swallow heavily, tears already tight lining your eyes. “Kevin, I have taken so much shit from you. Over these past few years I have just sat there and let you unload all your fucked up insecurities onto me. Have you ever wondered why? Have you ever thought to stop and think about why I let you be so mean to me without even questioning it?”

He says nothing, just stares with his lips parted. They open and close like a fish out of water, words there at the tip of his tongue but refusing to make their escape. And then one of your tears rolls down your cheeks and he’s directly in front you, his heart on his sleeve for the first time since you’ve met him.

”Why?” The simple question is so quiet, you almost don’t hear him. But his eyes hold so much hurt, so much anguish that you’ve never seen in a person before.

“I’ve had feelings for you for so long, it’s actually starting to ache. You’ve only ever seen me as this thing, this obstacle. And I’m afraid that that’s all I’ll ever be to you, because you won’t let me be anything else. You won’t—“

”That’s not true, Y/N,” Kevin sighs, looking off to the side, away from you. “I just— it’s complicated. It’s more than just being rivals.”

”So help me understand,” you frown. “Let me in, please.”

”My entire life I’ve had to work to get to where I am. I’ve fought tooth and nail to be as good of a performer as I am today. There were so many hoops I had to go through to even get into this program and— and I thought I’d finally become the best I could be. I thought that there was no way anyone could ever be better than me. And then you showed up. You and your pretty smile and your natural ability to be the best at everything you do. It was like you were the real life manifestation of all of my critics, of every challenge I faced to get here. Where I had to practice day and night to perfect something, it just came to you like second nature. During Princess and the Pauper, when I dropped you, it truly was an accident. But we’d spent so much time nailing it, that it— I just made myself feel better by saying it was your fault. ‘How could it have been my fault if I perfected it?’ I was jealous and petty and it was just easier to blame hating— to blame my indifference on you spilling coffee on my stupid shirt. For that, I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what you were waiting to hear, but it wasn’t that. Your tears turn into full on blubbering, because what the fuck? That’s so much burden for someone to carry on their shoulders for three years.

“Why are you— why are you crying?” He flounders, reaching up to swipe away your tears.

“I wish I knew… I wish I could’ve helped you somehow,” you sniffle. “Kev, I’ve always admired you and your work ethic. I hoped one day I’d be half as disciplined as you, half as determined.”

He blinks. You’re both dumb, aren’t you? Too focused on the wrong things. You both could’ve been a lot less hateful, a lot less miserable, had you just spoken your differences out. This entire rivalry has been completely one sided, but also built off of plain stupidity and ignorance. He supposes it’s not too late to make amends if you aren’t running in the opposite direction despite everything he’s put you through.

Kevin leans forward, hand still pressed to your cheek, and connects your lips softly. He’s testing the waters, making sure you’re comfortable before he continues anything. When you don’t back away just yet, he adds more force, deepening the kiss like a man starved. You whine against his lips.

This is what you’ve been wanting from him. More than what he gave you before your performance, but not what happened in the studio a few weeks ago. This desperation isn’t abashed lust, it’s unbridled affection— it’s everything he’s holed inside of himself for years, unwilling to let it see the light of day until now. If you were to label anything as perfection, it wouldn’t be a dance or a moment on stage, it would be this. Just you and Kevin finally bringing yourselves together in the most intimately emotional union.

He pulls you closer to him, hands sliding down to grasp at your waist, bunching up the thin fabric of your leotard. You can’t help but bury your fingers in his hair, tugging when he nips at your lower lip. A gasp permeates the air when his mouth travels south, along your jaw and down the side of your neck. He bites and sucks the tender skin at the base of your throat, ensuring he leaves his mark on you. This time isn’t careless, this time he has purpose. He wants everybody to know that you’re his, that you’re the only person insane enough to put up with him.

Your breathing is shaky when you reach behind you to lock the dressing room, dragging him over to the long vanity adjacent to you. He slots between your legs when you hoist yourself onto the surface. He pecks your lips and pauses his movements, rubbing up and down your thighs. In the dim, yellow lighting of the room, you look so gorgeous. He’s always thought you were beautiful, the most stunning thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, but he’s repressed it for so long. He wants to take his time staring at what he’s avoided.

”You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, kissing you again and again and again. “I don’t think I can last long with you.”

“Can we skip the foreplay?” You ask, bottom lip jutted into a pout. “Need you to just fuck me like you mean it.”

Kevin’s forehead falls to your shoulder with a groan. “I don’t deserve you,” God, he’s such an idiot for holding out from this. You should’ve been given the world and so much more. He has a lot of lost time to make up for. He kisses your shoulder with a sigh. “Yeah, baby, I can do that.”

You don’t waste another second, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your leotard. He has to bite down on his tongue when he sees that you’re braless, fingers going slack as they unbutton the rest of his silk shirt. You shimmy out of the one piece, left in nothing but the fishnet stockings you wore underneath and your lacy panties. Kevin thinks he must’ve done at least something right in a past life to experience this.

Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him, undoing his slacks and kicking them down his legs with your feet. Something takes over him when he rips a bigger hole in your stockings, pushing your underwear to the side. His thumb glides through your folds with ease, your slick providing enough lubricant. He pushes your lower lips apart while you busy yourself shoving his underwear to his ankles.

His cock slips inside of you with less friction than he would’ve thought, but he doesn’t complain, screwing his eyes shut as he acclimates to the feeling of your walls surrounding him. You moan, such a soft sound that he nearly loses his balance.

“You feel so good, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your hips as he rocks his own. “You’re so so perfect.”

The praise is too much for you, given the circumstances. Your brain is already cloudy, stuffed with what could only be described as cotton. You watch with half lidded eyes as he begins to piston into you at a faster speed. This all feels like a fever dream, something that was only possible in your craziest fantasies. Even then, it seemed unlikely.

“‘M close, Kev,” you whine, unable to stay still and attempting to match his thrusts.

“Already? We’ve only just started, gorgeous.” He laughs, but it’s breathy, strained from the exertion of his body. You hardly have the strength in you to be embarrassed about it, especially since he’s seen you in much worse situations.

You nod frantically, snaking a hand between you to circle your clit with nimble fingers. Kevin halts you and pulls out momentarily, sliding his cock between your folds like it was your hand. The tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly, making you dizzier than you already were.

He presses back into you with ease, resuming his sloppy but animalistic pace. He uses his thumb to continue your handywork, your cunt fluttering around him needily. You’re both losing your sanity quickly, both going batshit insane over the bare minimum. You’ve just needed this for so long, yearned for this moment for a humiliating amount of time.

Your moans start to rise in pitch and he groans. “Fuck, baby, you can cum for me.”

He could cry, he thinks, when your back arches and your legs shake with your orgasm. It hits you like a freight train, triggering his own release just as fast.

You stay like that for a bit, regaining yourselves and comprehending everything that’s just happened. So much for the whole hating each other narrative.

“What does this mean for us?” You suddenly ask, arms hooked around Kevin’s neck. You’re still connected by your lower halves, but he makes no effort to pull away. Part of you likes it that way, it gives you hope that this isn’t a one time affair.

“It’ll be hard for things to change overnight,” he says, massaging your sides. “We have a lot of unresolved issues and insecurities that we still have to push past. But I’m willing to do that with you. I want to take a chance on us.”

Your lips pull into a smile, an expression you don’t think you’ve worn around him genuinely in the years you’ve known him. “I do, too.”

“It’s kind of ironic that it was a performance that tore us apart and brought us back together, don’t you think?” He laughs.

“And we fucked in the dressing room…” You add, glancing to the top corner where a security camera is stationed.

“Maybe we should get out of here before someone checks the footage,” he suggests. “Tau Beta Zeta is conveniently hosting our end of semester party tonight, do you wanna be my plus one?”

“I would be honored.” You grin, pecking his lips tenderly.

Perhaps happy endings existed after all.

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SHUT UP, BRAIN

genre. hurt/comfort. warnings. kevin has some thoughts and insomnia. pairing. kevin x reader. wc. 745. request. no. a/n. i love him so much he deserves the world hes so sweet and perfect :(

When you stirred from sleep from the unmistakable chill and loud rustling in the room followed by a hushed curse, you knew Kevin had struggled to fall asleep again. You were exhausted, but you knew it was probably even worse for him. He never seemed to show how tired he was, but you could sometimes see it in his eyes, especially when the lack of sleep built up over time.

You forced your eyes open, pulling the blanket closer over your body to help with the shivers. Without Kevin’s body warmth, you always felt a constant chill, no matter how many blankets you piled on top of your body. It just wasn’t the same as being wrapped up in his arms.

“Kevin.” You called out, rolling to the other side of the bed to locate where he was in the room.

“Hm?” He answered immediately, turning around to meet your tired eyes. This same routine had happened so often that he had learned to not feel bad about waking you up because he couldn’t sleep. You really didn’t mind, you just wanted him back in bed cuddled up next to you.

“Cold.” That was all you could muster out in a tired whisper. Thankfully, it was all Kevin needed to know that you wanted him back under the covers. He shuffled over sheepishly as you opened up the blanket for him to crawl under with you.

You sighed as soon as you were able to wrap your arms around his body and could feel the warmth that washed over you almost immediately. You rested your head back on the pillow and watched Kevin’s eyes drift to the ceiling, blinking several times, but never falling down to look at you.

“You thinking about something?” You asked quietly.

You heard him sigh. He took a while to respond, but you didn’t rush him. You focused on the little skin exposed on his chest from his pyjama top, drawing little circles on the spot to relax him.

“Just… us, I guess. Thinking about everything, but mostly just you… and me.” His eyes flickered to you for a split second before settling back on the ceiling.

“What about us?”

“Are you tired of this?” The question was filled with worry, and you knew that ‘this’ referred to more than just what your mind immediately jumped to.

“No. Are you?”

“No… but I still feel bad.”

You understood what he was feeling. It was almost impossible not to feel some frustration with the sacrifices you both had to make just to be able to date each other. It was hard, but it was worth it. You just had to reassure him of it at times.

“I know, Kev. You know you make me really happy, though, right?” The way you said it was almost like a promise to him; a promise that he would always make you happier than anyone else.

“I know I do, I just wish I was able to do more, you know?” You hummed, trying to fight back a yawn and listen to everything that was plaguing his mind, but it slipped past you before you could stop it.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re tired. I’ll be okay. You can go back to sleep.” He turned on his side, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Will you be able to sleep?” You pulled him just a bit closer, craving more of his body warmth and comforting embrace.

“I’ll try. If I can’t, I promise to still keep you warm.” He smiled fondly at you as you got comfortable again, adjusting the blankets to cover you properly and shuffling your head on your pillow.

“I love you.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and letting the tiredness wash over you in waves. You felt Kevin’s lips press against yours, but it was soft and fleeting, only lasting for a second before he pulled away.

“I love you too. Sorry for my brain.” He whispered back.

“I love your brain, too. I just wish it was nicer to you.” You said, half asleep at that point. You couldn’t see Kevin’s half-hearted smile, but you felt him pull you even closer until your head was resting on his chest instead of the pillow. The last gesture assured your brain that you could really fall asleep again. Kevin always slept better the closer he was cuddled up to you, so you had hope that sleep would finally grace him as well.

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that's him, that's just who he is | tbz kevin moon

» PAIRING: tbz kevin moon x gn! reader (proofread but lmk if i missed anything!) » TROPE/AU: childhood friends 2 strangers, highschool and slight uni au!, non-idol au!, idol au! (just kevin towards the end) » GENRE: once again...angst, fluff and comfort from the flashbacks, kevin being an extremely supportive friend, you're also an extremely supportive friend!, platonic 'i love you's being said, you both met at church, choir and ensemble singing!, you both are shy introverts that are only chaotic with each other » WORD COUNT: 4179 (2k word limit who?) » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~15 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): mentions of Christianity (not sure if it's a 'warning' but i felt like it should be mentioned!), swearing (b-word), mentions stress relating to: academic (high school), music and performing » PLAYLIST: you never know - HSMTMTS, you better know - red velvet, reflection - christina aguilera, steal the show - lauv, try everything - shakira navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist

my second story for my project! this may be my favourite story ever ❤️‍🩹

ahhhh this got so personal so quickly 🥹 performing has always been for leisure for me, and for the same reasons in this story, i got so burnt out last year. writing this really made me realise how much i miss the stage. going from about 7 performances a year to only about 1 is to put it simply, heartbreaking.

but i learnt that there are opportunities. i learnt that i'm satisfied with just getting my voice out to the world whether it be through choir, the internet or on the streets. i think things will work out; time does help sometimes 🫶

for those who may not know, kevin's representative number is 16 🌙 and the meaning of this number is explained in this video! i did some research and found that it's from 1 Peter 5:6.

to my readers who are followers of God: I pray that you will always be filled with hope and joy as you advance in your daily endeavours. Believe that God has the best plans for you and that He will never leave you behind, especially when you are at your lowest. Confide in Him and love Him as much as He loves you.

“Can I sing this part with Kevin?”

The question is new to everyone who heard it. Did you just ask to do a supposed solo with someone else? No, you were not a greedy performer though you understood why most people would think that. The choir conductor looks to the other side of the ensemble where the group of altos stood. Including the older woman, all the children including the said boy stood there surprised at the request you asked for.

You’ve been singing in the church youth choir since you were ten and you were incredibly gifted. For example, you landed most of the solos and smaller ensemble parts whenever there was a chance. At first, you didn’t want to be in this church because you were shy (incredibly shy) and you never made a lot of friends in school and most definitely, outside of school. Needless to say, your parents were pretty worried but at the very least, they found that when you were asked to go to church events, you were able to talk with people, smile, and laugh but then you would go back into your shell.

Your parents met at this church through singing and performing together as part of the choir and the band. The children were around your age but you found that your interests mainly conflicted with them and it was hard to keep up with their conversations.

So, when a certain Moon family moved into your area and started attending their local church, Kevin, who happens to be a boy who is incredibly gifted in music, joined the choir with that unique, radiant, excited smile on his face. With a simple and friendly “Hello everyone. My name is Kevin, I’m fifteen and am very excited to be here!” Contrasting to his introduction, you found that Kevin was just as introverted as you were and with your courage to finally approach someone, you made your first friend. School life became better as well when you found out that Kevin attended the same school as you.

Going back to the first dialogue though, the duet did happen and the church community knew that you both were the perfect musical partners for each other. Your softer soprano voice complimented Kevin’s deeper alto voice easily. You both found yourself auditioning, performing, and showcasing your team work together in a bunch of school, church, and even the larger community-based musical events.

Now, after eight years of joining the choir, three after meeting Kevin, you were both in a state of uncertainty, distress, and frustration with the piles of sheet music that scattered everywhere to the point where it was almost covering the surface of your room’s floor. Your hair strands were everywhere and you were sick with the school uniform that you’ve had on since seven in the morning. You both have been secluding yourselves in your room, going back and forth with the arrangement of your final high school piece that you are going to perform with Kevin within less than a week.

The current situation in one word: messy.

It’s all a mess. About a week ago out of nowhere, your voice decided to have its own mind and leave for about a week. Kevin had a sudden test that his teacher thought would be fun to assign at the last minute. You also had this assignment that you were going to do but you found a mistake in the written arrangement, a note that was about a tone and a half out of your range, and since Kevin was better at rhythm, arrangement, and using the composing software, you could only sit next to his left in the corner of your room as he groaned at how the app was not doing what you both wanted to do.

So yes…it’s a mess, and it’s been around three hours.

“This is impossible.” A few more of your tears manage to trickle down your already red, puffy cheeks, “Okay you know what, I’ll just sing it. It’s fine. It’s not even two tones above what I usually sing in AND I’ve done it befo—”

“Lost your voice and felt lightheaded after.” Kevin cuts off your panicked rambles. No doubt, he’s feeling all the things that you are feeling right now but the only reason why he’s still able to muster up a smile and just ‘inhale, exhale’ through it all is because at the very least, one of you should be able to stay grounded, “We’re not going to put out a performance that we’re not proud of, okay? Especially when this is our last high school performance together.”

“We also said that we wouldn’t do any performances that were out of our capabilities.” At these words, you were both reminded of the promise you made to each other in front of your melted ice creams. It was an ‘oath’ that was made when you both realised you would be standing on the same stage, at the same time more often:

We will finish every performance to the best of our capabilities. We will focus more on quality rather than quantity.

At the new educational path that you were about to embark on, automatically closing this one that you’ve been on for just about six years, you were both starting to get greedy, wanting more than anything now to be on stage. With you both turning eighteen, you both couldn’t sing with the youth choir anymore. Taking music as a subject in high school meant there was a certain prerequisite in terms of how many stages you would have to perform; you and Kevin always exceeded this regardless with solos, duets, or larger ensembles. With graduation, however, the granted opportunity to perform would be taken away from you both and you were getting restless.

You were both greedy, forgetting almost all the other priorities that you had set out, and raked the internet for any chances to perform on stage. For the last two months, both of you have been juggling between your heavy study load, auditioning, composing, arranging, practising, and bowing at the end of it all. To the untrained ear, they could have probably missed the way you were momentarily out of tune or the way that Kevin missed his entry due to his fatigue. The greed consumed you both and most of the stages that you performed were nowhere near satisfactory for any standards that you both set for yourself. After the first performance that you were bashing yourself over, you rationalised that you would need to do another one to make up for the ‘loss’ from the previous one. That you NEED to go to another stage to make up for the ‘loss’ from the previous one.

That cycle is deadly and it keeps going for a while.

“Kev…I’m tired.” It feels like after a whole three years of back-to-back, almost seemingly non-stop performances in addition to the sudden addition from the past two months, you have finally hit a wall that you never wanted to admit. Kevin didn’t need verbal words to know the reason behind the lack of enthusiasm and the way the lyrics sing are no longer as projected and emotionful as before; because it was the same way to him.

“I know…” Kevin sighs. He finally relieves the downward strain on his neck, pulling it back up to rest against the wall. Offering you both comfort, he wraps his arm around the back of your shoulder, his palm pulling your left forearm to get you closer to him, “I’m sorry, I can’t get this right.”

“No, don’t say that.” You finally give in, plopping your head on his left shoulder in defeat, “I’m sorry. You’re doing your best.”

You let most of the silence fill you both, the hints of the trackpad clicking and the way the note that Kevin clicked would play out of his laptop’s speaker to audibly confirm the note that he just readjusted on the musical lines. Kevin’s left hand is maneuvering on the trackpad while his hand pats on your head that rested on his left shoulder, humming comfortingly while you calm your racing thoughts.

“But hey.” Kevin finally speaks up, “I just wanted to say that I like how busy this is making me.” Nodding to his own words, “It makes me forget the other subjects for a while.”

You exhale, knowing how much Kevin has been having a hard time with the other core subjects but still wakes up every day and chooses to smile courageously, “But this isn’t the right way. To forget other things, I mean.”

“I know, I know.” The boy lets out a little ‘aha’ when he finally finds the rhythm that you both wanted, playing the bar again and again, tapping his index finger on his thigh as he follows the 4/4 count, “But hey, thanks for accepting this performance even with all the final year-end exams. Or else I would REALLY be overthinking that recent chemistry test.”

“Love you, bro.” Reminding him thoughtfully to calm the noise in his head, “I’m always here for you.”

“Love you too, sis.” Playfully, he makes a fist and gently taps your forehead with his knuckles, emitting a laugh from you, “Just take a rest, okay? I’ll just,” Kevin adjusts his slouching posture, straightening his back fully against the wall so that his shoulders are higher and more comfortable for you to lay on, “be on another war with this app. You would expect I know all the tricks after using it for a year but guess not.”

So yes, it was a bit of a mess but on the bright side, you are both extremely proud of that final stage together as high school students. It earned a huge round of applause from the audience and many thankful regards were given by all the teachers in the department of music. It was a bittersweet feeling to see the head of music cry at the realisation that he would never see his two best students attend his class anymore but he made you both promise to visit once in a while.

But the performance being an open event, neither of you realised the opportunities or the types of people that would attend the concert. And so here you both are in an educational setting but with casual clothing unlike the blazer, tie, and the one hundred percent cotton blouses that you were forced to wear.

“Gosh Kev, you’re so funny!” Kevin smiles nervously, biting on his bottom lip as he refuses to look at you at all. You continued to laugh a little bit more, the tears in your eyes and the stitch on your abdomen growing with each breath you took. It’s when Kevin doesn’t laugh along or show any indications of joining in that you raise your eyebrows, some sort of nervousness in your eyes, “Wait, you’re being serious?!”

“It’s crazy, I know!” You just stare at him in shock, your mouth hanging wide open at your best friend next to you, “I think I’ll take the chance and university can wait. People can apply to university anytime but this?” He is finally telling you his worries and thoughts that have been running endlessly after two months of keeping it in, “It’s kind of time crucial.”

"Yes,” You understood his worries, knowing that the life of being a celebrity or an idol is quite limited. It has never been said explicitly but at least for Korean companies, there is a reason why there is always a certain age limitation when auditioning, “I get that but Kevin, are you sure? I get that you've always been into music and you've always been good at it! Trust me, I know! But you've always wanted to be here as well! You never really wanted to be a musical artist."

"That's why life is crazy right?"

You just finished your last class of the day and surprisingly Kevin shows up, waiting for you, looking conflicted and stressed about a subject that you obviously did not know about. His tired smile told you everything, you being able to read him easily like an open book. Kevin realises this, his shoulder slumping in defeat with how you look at him in concern and he feels your hesitation to keep the conversation going.

“Your ‘passive-aggressive tiger parents’ are good with it?”

“Well,” Reminded of the day that Stella convinced their parents to let him go with his path and to support his desires, “I guess so? They let me do everything and introduced me to music so it ain't my fault!" He finally turns to you for the first time after the laughing fit, "You’ll support me right?"

"Of course I will!" You confirm incredulously, both your eyebrows raising and the volume of the sentence rising with each word, “Damn we only met a bit over three years ago but it really does feel like we’ve been friends since birth.”

Kevin shrugs, happy with your genuine response to his uncertainties, “I’m just cool in that way.”

A roll of your eyes is your only response to him, “So, when’s the last time that I’ll see your ‘slay’ful face?”

He grimaces at the way you worded the adjective, “Ew, what is that word?” But then the truth had to be dropped someday; that being right now, “Y-Yeah about that.”

“Kevin Moon.” You frown at the way he just whistles to avoid the subject, an obvious action to buy time, “Kevin.”

"Not too soon! Like…like five days…"

Comedically, the crows on the campus made their signature noise and you took in the information slowly.

"WHAT THE BLEEP DUDE?!"

"OKAY IN MY DEFENCE I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! YOU KNOW HOW INDECISIVE I AM!"

"OKAY BUT YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO TELL ME?!"

"I'M SORRY!"

Smiling at the obvious decrease in the stack of papers that needed to be marked, you decide to stretch your limbs and take a breath of fresh air before your energetic third graders arrive at school. You really left it to the last minute and you can’t wait to finish the last day of the week so that you can chill until another week starts. The weather was strangely gloomy, possibly due to the rainfall and the colder wind. You kind of regretted coming out, especially since the steam from your coffee no longer had that hypnotising white swirl in the air.

But you didn’t leave.

Instead, you even lean over the balcony’s metal railing. Even with the long sleeve covering your elbows, you enjoyed the contrast between your still-healthy body temperature and the icy surface. You weren’t sure why either but you just wanted to bask in the cold air and you can only pray that you weren’t going to get sick. The weather causes your shoulders to tense, bringing them towards the centre of your body to try and conserve some heat. It didn’t work that well but you were still feeling some sort of comfort with the morning weather.

You didn’t realise the time that passed by faster when you were practically doing nothing. The driveway, parking lots, and walkways eventually fill themselves with the diverse colours of school bags, shoes, and hair accessories. Mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead, you prepared your ‘teacher smile’, trying your best to hide your fatigue from the seemingly long week.

"Teacher, teacher!"

You finally lean away from the railing, giving a slight nod to the parent of your most energetic student, and the gesture is returned straight away. Crouching down to match his eye level, you put your palm out to him and he slaps his palm on yours, "Wow. Looks like someone had too much sugar."

"Teacher! Do you know K-Pop?" Your body froze just like the raindrops that didn’t make it to the floor, hanging solid on the rooftop’s overhang, "It's a huge thing right now!"

Oh, if only he knew…

"I can hear your rumbling thoughts like an open book." After his flustered state and a string of apologies that led you to put him in a joking headlock, Kevin grew quiet once again, letting his thoughts fill in the atmosphere between you both, "What's up? And don't lie because you know you suck at it."

The boy attempts to change the subject again, "If it's a book then wouldn't it be read instead of heard?"

"...ok smartass." You stare at him unimpressed with his attempt, "But no seriously, what's up? You know that it's okay not to be okay."

"It's just that…" He ponders, a sad smile on his face as he thinks about his current life situation, "My life is fine as it is right now. It's all great: I'm going to a good university, studying the course I want and I'm looking forward to being a teacher." An eyebrow slowly raised on your side, prompting him to continue, "Why is this happening now? Why is this happening when everything is going fine?" Kevin's facade finally breaks, his eyes pooling with tears with the many unanswered questions, "Why didn't this opportunity come earlier? Maybe when I wasn't in university? I can't even get a refund now…"

"Hey…" Kevin rarely cries in public. For one, you've only seen him cry twice and both times were because he dived in too deep with his plans, making him depressed and lost. You realised once again, with the tears that fell on his jeans that Kevin is not the happy-go-lucky guy who he displays himself to be most of the time. He's human above everything else and even though he always tries to see the best in every situation, it's moments like these that you see your best friend in a different light than the rest of the world, "Money is not all to life, you know? What's the point of stacking up money when you can't even do what you want?"

"But then why would people be so money-crazed then? People work for money…"

"To use it on what they love and need. Some people don't even feel like work is for money." Even though Kevin just stares down at the floor, swinging his legs in the air, you know that he's taking in everything you're saying, "But that's beside the point right now, okay? If making the stage your usual routine will lead you to happiness, then I want you to take it."

"But…why?" The clause can never be fully answered and Kevin knew that despite his multiple endeavours to rake for answers, "Why me? When everything is going well?"

"Because God has different plans for you." Inhaling the colder air, you told yourself to remember this moment between you and him, "I'm not saying you're pretending to be someone you're not. But the moment that you stop pretending, the moment you accept that something out there is better for you, I think will be the moment when you finally accept yourself."

"Are you positive that it'll come?" His voice decreased, along with the final bits of his self-confidence, "The journey of self-acceptance, I mean."

You both have been talking in hushed whispers, as gentle as the whistling wind. But you decide to finally add confidence into the conversation.

"Hey Kevin." The said boy looks up to you, "Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand…"

"...that he may lift you in due time." He finishes the biblical passage that he has been fascinated with for the longest time.

Satisfied, you nod, proud of him, "I can't answer your 'whys', Kevin. To be honest, I don’t think anyone can." You finally voice your opinion, knowing now that your time with him is limited, "But just know that even though you would have strived here in university, one of God's greatest gifts for you is your musicality."

Your words relieve Kevin of his headache, heartache, and the shirt that he has been clamping since the start of the day. You chuckle when Kevin asks for a hug, opening your arms wide to offer him the best comfort that he will forever cherish and be thankful for. Soothingly, you sway your body side to side, humming the melody to the latest (and last) song that you performed together. Kevin joins in with his harmony which has always left people in awe and starstruck.

"Maybe you're just meant to be up there and twerk in front of the camera and not just to our friends." You comment when the song comes to an end.

"Wow, alright." His sniffles didn't cease even when he dragged the final 'w' and 't'.

"You'll be okay, Kevin." The light but secure taps on his back prove your reassuring words, "I know you will."

"Surely…right?" It's the final question that he would ever ask you about this subject, "As we know, not everything we see on the screen is real. I just feel like I'll lose myself because the idol world wants us to be a certain way."

"No, I don't think you will." You pull Kevin away, pouting at his flushed cheeks and tired face, "I know it's stressful to keep up with society but I hope you know that there will be people that will love and support you. And if you make a mistake? If you lose yourself in shape, way, or form? Then you fight. You fight for your rights and fight for them righteously. You’ll fight because like you always say: learn from relationships. You learn the do's and not do's and still keep the relationship genuine."

“You have that much faith in me?”

“I do.” You tilt your chin high in the air, confidence finally reaching him in the form of a bright smile, "And for those who don’t,” You shake your head, flipping your hair back sassily, “those bitches can walk out the door."

You remember the memory somewhat fondly. To be honest, you found it a bit funny because you lost your best friend over music. You would learn after his departure that you would never find a friend like him ever again. Ironically, it was music that brought you two together—yet it was the same thing that drifted you both apart.

It took a while for you to bounce back. You grew bitter about doing music especially when Kevin no longer answered any of your messages anymore out of nowhere. When you bumped into Stella while grocery shopping, you found out that it was because of his phone ban as a trainee. You remember going home that day, feeling guilty that you blamed him, not considering his external situation; especially when you knew that Kevin would never cut someone off without an explanation. Yes, it’s been lonely; you did lose your best friend after all. At first, you regretted letting him go, you resented him for not texting you back and you avoided the stage because it reminded you of him.

But God had a different plan for you too. Because when you accidentally clicked on one of the recommended videos on your page, the satisfied smile, the happy tears and the relieved exhale showed your real feelings that you were merely in a phase of confusion. All the hate, all the resentment, all faded as soon as you heard the slightly changed vocal timbre that you unfortunately are no longer used to. You found peace with the person who dances happily underneath the flashing, colourful lights with ten other boys.

“Teacher?” The boy’s innocent head tilt pulls you back to the present time and he seems pleased with the way you nod to his question, “I like K-Pop too! I found this group! They’re called THE BOYZ!”

You were amazed at the stars that the topic put to your student’s eyes and you nodded intently to his excited story. It’s not long after when the mother pushes her child in, sitting him down so that you can get on with your priorities. You straighten your knees, standing back up, pushing your hips out side to side to stretch from the unexpectedly long conversation.

“Damn, Kev…” Your shoulders and chest rise at the deep breath and your hands find their place on your hips, “And after all these years…you’re still able to make me smile?”

The starting bell rang just in time for your last student to arrive just before you closed the glass door to block out the outside background noise. With the final student ready and set up, you stand in front of the electronic board that displays the first class of the day. Your mind begins to wonder again, particularly about the boy that you once shared a dream with. Routinely, you rhythmically clap to grab everyone’s attention, and surely enough, the conversations between the students die down, and you give back the fond look that your students gave you.

“Shall we start music class?”

The enthusiastic response answers your wondering thoughts and the question you asked yourself outside the classroom.

“Guess that’s just you, Kevin. That’s just who you are, Kev.”

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.. submit .. pairing. kevin moon x female reader genre. smut pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. who woulda thought your best friend would use the handcuffs you bought him for his birthday on you? wc. 1k cw. best friend!kevin, brat taming dom!kevin, bratty sub!reader tw. dubcon (reader is drunk), handcuffs (f receiving), alcohol consumption, pet names (‘darling’, ‘baby’, ‘babe’, ‘beautiful’, ‘friend’?), name calling (‘slut’), praising, degrading, cursing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), p in v, breeding, choking, teasing, i think that’s it?? a/n. i should just accept the fact that i won’t ever get a birthday fic posted on time for their birthday ☺️ anyway, i wrote this while i was high at 3 in the morning, so i’m sorry if there’s mistakes :}

“I love seeing you so submissive. Give in to me,” he whispered against the back of your ear, running his soft hands along your delicate skin. You were shivering underneath him, body nearly convulsing against his touch, fingers fumbling with the material holding your wrists to the headboard behind you.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he purred, fingers gently caressing your moist and reddened cheeks. You weren’t just embarrassed, but you were ashamed as well. This was your friend, your best friend, whose bed you had found yourself in, drunk off your ass without a care in the world who was watching as you stripped yourself of all your clothes, shaking your sexy body in his face. You thought, without a doubt in your mind, that there was not a chance that he would act on any ounce of desire he had toward you; especially since you thought he wasn’t interested in you in that light whatsoever.

So, obviously, when you were pinned down to the bed underneath him, his kisses rough and full of passion, you were well beyond the line of shock, skipping right into complete and utter dumbfoundedness. Lost in the heat of the moment, you hadn’t even realized he used the pink fluffy handcuffs you gifted to him as a joke on his birthday just a few days ago to connect your wrists to the posts at the top of his bed.

“Quit teasing,” you snapped, jerking your face away from him. You just wanted this agonizing moment over with, it was way too much for you, honestly. The overwhelming embarrassment, shame, disappointment, you were just a mess. A hot mess, sure, but still a mess, nonetheless.

“Ah, but I thought you were into foreplay, darling? If I remember correctly, you always bitch whenever you don’t get any,” he hummed, cockiness radiating from his tone. You cringed at how insensitive he sounded, knowing damn well why you wanted to move on with this little scenario that he insisted on playing out longer than what is needed.

“Just… just put it in or something… I’m already… turned on enough…” you could barely stumble out the right words to explain to him where you were coming from. You had never felt so degraded in your life, and you’d barely even gotten anywhere with him.

He chuckled at the tone of your voice, hearing how impatient you were becoming. He really did find great amusement in your suffering…

He slowly slipped his hands down his own body, tugging his pants off and hesitatingly lifting his shirt up next.

On instinct, you wanted to reach out and touch him, but it only resulted in you rubbing at the fluffiness of the handcuffs containing your wrists. He faked a pout as he stared down at your desperate form, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Aw, does baby wanna be let free? Do you wanna touch me?”

“N-no! They’re just… bothersome…” you were so easy to read that it made you sick to the stomach with how much your tone gave away your truth. It only resulted in playful eye roll from him, but it didn’t take long for him to push his cock into your clenching hole. You gasped, the back of your head digging into the pillow below, nails fervently scratching and clawing at the sheets nearest to them.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, babe,” he groaned, pushing every inch inside you agonizingly slow.

You hissed, “Why are you doing everything so fucking slow, Kev? Why don’t you fuck me like a man? Do something right, goddamn.”

His eyes widened at your outburst, but you were just as surprised by your words as he was. Only, you failed to react quick enough before the cataclysm of rage fell over the man on top of you. You squealed as soon as you felt his entire length dip inside you, only to be pulled out and shoved right back in. His hips were brutal against you, just as you had provoked him. You realized your mistake as soon as his reaction was pinpointed on your newly abused pussy.

Your legs looped around his waist, hoping to stabilize his pace a little, maybe so it wouldn’t be so unforgiving and sporadic, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made him more pissed off, growling, “Why are you moving, slut?”

You readjusted your legs again, spreading them far apart, allowing him full access to everything you had to offer. It’s like you were giving yourself to him, allowing him to take everything from you, your own best friend.

“And how do you suppose we go back to being friends after this?” he asked, upper lip twitching along with his cock still pounding into your tight cunt, precum slipping out into your wetness enveloping him. “You think we can do that?”

You shook your head violently, eyes shut tightly in an attempt to focus on his words instead of the intense pleasure you were feeling, your cries and screams evidence of that.

“You gonna let me use this pathetic, whore pussy whenever I want then? We’re not friends anymore, that’s long gone. Now I’m gonna fuck you every single fucking day to my heart’s content. You’re gonna fulfill every desire of mine, like the good little slut you are, aren’t you?” he gripped your neck, squeezing enough to make your eyes pop open and hands struggle at the fuzz coating your wrists for freedom. You nodded, drool pooling around the corners of your mouth, lids drooping.

“I’ve always wanted this. Always wanted to use you like this, abuse your pretty cunt, fill it up with my cum. Always dreamt of this moment, beautiful. I’m gonna have so much fun with you now that I finally have you in my grasp,” he hummed, face inches from yours, each breath you took just recycled air from his lips. “You’re mine now, you’re never gonna get away.”

With one last thrust, lips colliding into yours, his hot, creamy liquid spewed out inside of your dripping cunt. Your orgasm was soon to follow, your tiny and weak body trembling under him as his hips glided against yours to help you ride it out. Your tongues were entwined, your meek whimpers falling against his recently explored mouth.

He slowly pulled away, a trail of spit falling between your lips as he analyzed your dreamy expression, your eyes seemingly in a daze. He smirked, leaving a gentle peck to your nose, “I think I might like you, friend.”

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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 1 year

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Cuddle Hormones - Kevin

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: ever heard of cuddle hormones ? ↬ tags: non-idol! kevin, gn! reader, sleepy sleepy vibes (i wrote this when i was sleepy too so it adds on to the sleep) ↬ word count: 185 words

↬ a/n: shorter piece this time ! i’m not very inspired at the moment but this piece is better than no piece ^^ enjoy

“Can we just…shut our eyes…”

“Do you only come here just to sleep?” Kevin raised an eyebrow (knowing full well your eyes were closed) as you snuggled closer to his side and his arms instinctively wrapped tighter around your shoulders.

“We’re not even halfway through the movie.”

When you gave a huff in response, Kevin jokingly rolled his eyes, “I’m starting to wonder if you’re dating me or the bed. You sleepy bear.” You half-heartedly punched his shoulder, before kissing the same spot, causing him to chuckle at your antics.

“‘M not sleepy, just…it’s comfortable around you…” Kevin gently patted the back of your head, watching as your chest rose and fell steadily beside him. Reaching out with his right hand, he tucked the blanket securely around you, a smile on his lips mirroring yours.

“Okay, okay. We’ll finish this some other day.” Kevin relented, adjusting both your bodies so that he was holding you flushed against his chest. Staring at your peaceful form for a bit more, he leaned towards you, peppering kisses all over your face.

“I’m glad to be your safe space.”

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sanaxo-o · 27 days

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We can’t be friends (Kevin Moon)

Warnings/genre: ah well lovers to strangers, misunderstandings, angst, hurt comfort at the end ig? Not proofread so let me know if there should be any corrections. Plz let me know if more warnings or anything should be here.

Word count: 1,340

Sana: I am back (only for a while lmao) and I present you my first ever Kevin Moon fic which I am slightly proud about. I had to write on we can’t be friends because yes. Like the song is just so SHSHSHDJD it’d be a crime if I did not do anything considering I am known (I like to believe that) for my fics which are inspired by songs. My all time favourite beta reader izzy is not available so no proofread because yas 👏. And a huge thanks to @mosviqu bar for making the banner despite it getting on her nerves. Love you loads mwah.

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Date: March 30th 2024

Sitting in the corner of the room you stare at all the people mingling with each other, laughing and giggling as if everything is normal and going oh so well in their lives when in fact it’s crumbling apart.

Taking a sip of the beer which was almost over you look around the room once again when your eyes meet his, staring at you from across the room.

You could feel your heart beating again, the way it started beating loudly made you scared, not because you feared him but because you feared yourself.

You swore to yourself that you had moved on from him. After everything you both went through, you thought it’s better if you stayed just as friends but you yourself knew that you both cannot be friends.

Every passing second of the day made you loathe him more, not because he was your ex but because he just decided to give up on your relationship just like that when you decided it was the end.

Keeping the can of bear on the nearest table you found you grabbed your coat and walked away from there. Not being able to sit there and act as if everything was alright when it in fact was not. You knew it was not, he knew it was not.

Date: March 20th 2024

Sitting on the bed you hold the necklace in your hand as you take in a deep breath. You hated arguing with him, in fact you hated when you would snap at each other simply because you both would bottle up your feelings.

The countless misunderstandings you both went through meant nothing at this point when your whole relationship is tearing apart like this.

“What’s the point?” You hear Kevin mumble briefly as he sits up from his lying position and places his head in his hands.

You could feel your heart breaking when you heard his voice for the first time ever since the argument you both had in the living.

You muster up the courage and strength to speak as you let out the words which were oh so irritating for someone in his shoes because of the obliviousness “What do you mean?”

You close your eyes when you hear Kevin let out a scoff, “You know what I mean, this is not working out. Whatever we have going on, none of it is working out. We can pretend that it’s all fine but deep down you know nothing is. Let’s stop wasting each other's time and just..end it.” Kevin says that as he stands up from the bed and grabs his coat to walk out of the room.

“Can we still be friends?” You ask him, halting in his steps Kevin turns around and lets out a small sigh when he sees your expectant eyes which were now filled with tears threatening to fall down and roll down your cheeks.

“We can’t be friends..” he says as he leaves the room and slams the door of your house shut.

You sit there in silence as you look around the room, on this very bed you celebrated your 20th birthday with him.

“We can’t be friends, but I’d just like to pretend…” you mumble to yourself as you bring your legs to your chest and let your tears fall down.

Date: March 30th 2024

Time: 12:47 PM

Walking down the street you hug yourself closer as you look up at the sky, it was empty which made you smile but it had no feelings.

You stop walking when you hear footsteps behind you, turning your head you could feel your face stiffening when you see Kevin running in your direction.

“Are you going back home?” He says once he is in front of you. Giving him a single nod you start walking again, not being able to stare at him for another second.

Walking in silence you stare at the ground while kicking the stones on the sidewalk. Taking in a deep breath you look up at Kevin who was walking beside you.

In his words he just wanted to make sure you reached home safely. Hence, the reason he decided to accompany you.

“Do you regret it?” You ask suddenly. You notice Kevin stopping in his tracks for a moment only to walk again as he tries to act nonchalant.

“Regret what?” He asks softly as he looks down at you, his eyes looking like daydreams. You still remember how you always felt seen and heard at night.

For you night is when you can finally be yourself, you don’t have to hide yourself anymore.

“Us breaking up…”

Letting out a deep breath Kevin looks at you with a small smile as he holds your hand guides you towards the end of the footpath to sit down on the ground.

“We needed to put an end to our story Y/N…I did not want to continue feeding on the monstrous fire which was increasing day by day. It’s difficult, yeah…but that’s the best for us.” He says softly as he holds your hands in hid for comfort.

“It’s hard. Really hard. I don’t know how you’re acting all fine..” you tell him as you pull your hand away from him.

“I am not fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I tell myself countless times to just wait for you to come back but then I was the one who broke up with you. I wish we could still be friends but I cannot get myself to do it. I cannot pretend to be your friend when I know I want more than that.” He says as he lets out a small sob.

“I can wait for you. I can wait for your love, I can do that..” you say as you try to stop yourself from crying over this again.

Shaking his head he lets your hand go as he stands up and helps you stand up.

“Can I just say one thing?” You say softly, your words coming out slurred as the alcohol starts getting to you. Giving you a small nod he helps you walk towards your house, “Know that you made me the happiest person when we were together. I couldn’t ask for more than what we had…it feels like you left me hanging by myself but I know I would have to move on and let this story die.”

You say everything in one go as you cough and hiccup. You notice Kevin opening his mouth to speak again but you stop him by putting your finger up telling him that you want to continue and that you’re not done yet, “For now, it’s only me but…but I’d like to pretend that we’re still friends, okay?” You say as you look at him with your expectant eyes.

“Okay…whatever you say..” he says softly as he looks down at your shining eyes which were staring back up at him. “Maybe that’s all you need to move on from me..” he says, mostly to himself but you catch onto it but he doubts you’d remember all this in the morning tomorrow.

Reaching your door steps he helps you stand straight as he looks through your bag to find your keys.

“You keep on clinging to your papers and pens, yeah?” You say softly in a joking manner as you enter the house and slam the door shut on his face.

Letting out a small chuckle Kevin looks at your door as he takes a step back, stuffing his hands in his pockets he takes a one last look at your door and walks away.

That’s an end to a story then, something which was bittersweet. There are some moments he wishes he could forget all together but most of them are the ones he cherishes the most and that’s what matters to him.

You guys maybe strangers to each other now but the time you both spent as lovers was some of the most valuable ones.

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cobiehaven · 1 year

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Locked In with an Alien — Kevin Moon

SYNOPSIS; kevin moon is the only alien in the entire universe that you have met and hated. you get thrown into alien prison and now you have to be cell mates with him, only, you both have something that each other can benefit greatly from.

PAIRING; alien!kevin x astronaut!reader

GENRE; funny, drama

WORD COUNT; 2.5k

TAGS/WARNINGS; enemies to partners in crime, criminal!kevin, prisoner!kevin, prisoner!reader, fem!reader, takes place in the future with more advanced technology, not meant to be taken racially (just words like mixed and half-breed mentioned), author doesn’t know much about space technology so i’m sorry skjdjd, basically everything is made up.

AUTHORS NOTE; for some reason, it felt like kevin was the right person to choose for this story? not only did his last name fit perfectly but i just feel like he’d appreciate being put in a mythical au.

“you have got to be fucking joking!” you cursed as you were roughly thrown into a large prison cell under the kingdom of this disgusting planet.

how did you even manage to get in this situation? all you needed was gas for your ship. it was a small one so it wasn’t like you were asking for much. literally any alien substance would work but this is where negotiating in your broken language got you?

wow, maybe you should have payed attention more when they were teaching you some of the very few alien languages back on earth.

“hello?? hey! i’m innocent! i swear! i’m not trying to pull any funny business! i just want to get back home!” you shouted down the cell halls, the few other inmates groaning at your loud voice. “hello??” you called again when you got no answer.

much to no surprise, you still seemed to not get an answer.

you sighed deeply, slumping down agains the cold bars that you had no idea what were made out of. they acted the same as iron but you knew for sure that whatever was made in that, was not the iron you knew. “i would save my breath, if i were you,” you head an unfamiliar voice speak in a low enough tone, only for you to hear. you jumped back up to your feet when you finally noticed the dark figure sitting in the shadows of your prison cell. there wasn’t much light down under the kingdom so noticing him was practically impossible. did the guards know that they threw you in a cell with someone else?

“whose there-“ you tried to hold back the fear in your voice but you horribly failed.

the low voice just laughed, only strengthening your pounding heart as you could have been thrown in a cell with probably one of the most dangerous aliens on this damn planet. you didn’t know what kind of things they did here, but by the looks of everyone else, you were expecting to see a monster that looked like a bigger version of a blob fish.

but much to your surprise, he was nothing like everyone else.

“kevin, kevin moon,” he lurked out of the shadows. he looked like you but.. mixed? could he have possibly been half alien? his fair skin was shimmered with a soft layer of blue and pink tints. his lips, ears and fingertips dusted darker than the unusual color palette. his tongue bluer than the deep sea and his hair as white as the clouds on a sunny day. his eyelashes, that were also white, were long with what looked like tiny beads on the ends of them, you wondered if they had ever felt heavy to him. there was just too much to say about how he looked.. he was beautiful. “you’re shocked, aren’t you?” he asked, snapping you out of your trudging thoughts. “you speak english?!” was the first thing you blurted out, having no idea how he’d even know of your language when they didn’t teach such thing as english in this land. when you quickly realized how rude that could have sounded, you awkwardly cleared your throat. “uhm, what do you mean?” you asked despite knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“by me. i don’t look like everyone else on this planet.” all you needed was to glance his way to tell that he wasn’t fully of his cultural race, it was obvious. you didn’t say anything as you didn’t want to say anything you regretted. he just took your silence as a sign to keep talking. “anyways, you don’t know me and i don’t know you, but i think the both of us will find that we are of great help to each other,” he tilted his head at you, his body crawling out of the shadows and closer to yours, moving slowly and swiftly around the cell. you backed away from him, “what are you talking about?” was he usually the type to change the topic so quickly?

he stopped when he noticed your cautiousness, which he quickly understood why. “what could you possibly want from me?” you furrowed your eyebrows, standing your ground as you were ready to lunge at him if he tried anything.

you weren’t about to take any chances on this unknown planet.

no words were exchanged as all he did was point over to you, your eyes following his pointed finger down to your right pocket. slowly reaching into the caved clothing, you pulled out a small key. “the key to my ship? why would you want-”

that was when it clicked, this half-breed was trying to steal your ship in exchange to getting you out of here!

“what the hell? no way!”

“if i ask nicely, will you give it to me?”

“uh, no.”

“please?”

“listen buddy, no means no.”

“but whyyy?”

“because its my ship and my only way back home? why would i give it to someone i just met for no good reason?” what was wrong with this guy? did he have no common sense? without that ship, your way home would never come. the whole reason you came to this dumb planet was for gas so you could touch the earths surface again, so you could smell the filthy air, and so you could say hi to the people you missed the most. “okay, but what if i help you get out of here, give you all of my belongings, and then grab that key from you?” kevin pressed, his persistence starting to actually piss you off now.

you stomped your foot and crossed your arms, giving him the infamous eyebrow raise. “i’m not letting you have this key. end of discussion.”

it was a small paused silence as you both stared at each other for a solid minute. eventually, he sighed deeply and put his hands up. “okay okay, fine. but i still do want to get out of here.. got any ideas?” you squinted your eyes at him, finding that switch up to be wayyy too quick in your opinion. especially after he had practically just begged you for your ignition key. “what are you up to..?” you questioned, noticing how he had started to circle around the cell again only for you to circle the opposite way from him.

“what do you mean? i want to leave this imprisonment just as much as you do, so why don’t we work together to get out of here, at least.”

“do you not want the key anymore?”

he just shrugged, putting on a half convincing face as he spoke, “you said i wasn’t going to get it, so, no need to waste my breath asking for it.” you again, squinted at him as the both of you made your round in the slow circle, getting back to where you two had stood previously. you both stood in silence for another whole minute, observing and anticipating what the other was going to do or say next. then, “but that won’t stop me from just taking it..!” he charged at you as you dodged and the two of you started to quiet literally have a cat fight in the cell. obviously he was more agile than you since you still had the space suit on, but you had the win for the protection part. thank god there was no low gravity on this planet. in fact, the atmosphere was just right enough for a middle aged man to breathe their air for a total of 30 minutes before feeling like he was suffocating.

“stop it!” you shouted at him as he quite literally knocked you down to the ground, your words being swallowed up by your gasp when he snatched the key out of your pocket. “now, i’ll stop,” he snickered.

you watched in disbelief as he made his way over to the cell door, reaching in between the bars and fumbling with the lock. you narrowed your eyes, trying to see what exactly he was doing before you heard the lock turning, the click sending waves of happiness down your body. but, it was short lived when he slid out of the cell, just to lock it back up, again, with you still in it. “what are you doing?!” you half-yelled, pushing yourself up to your feet and grabbing ahold of the bars that separated the two of you.

“let me out!” you tugged on the cell door, as if it was just going to fly open within your grasp.

he just shook his head. “i told you we’d be of great help to each other but you decided to play the hard way.. so, this is your punishment,” he grinned darkly before slowly backing away from your cell door. your voice ringing down the hall once more with the most profound names known to man that you could think of calling him. when he disappeared out of your sight, you cursed, screamed, punched, kicked, literally anything and everything you could do or say was how you decided to take out your anger. sliding down the back wall, you hugged your knees close to your chest, feeling the saddening warmth of tears welling up in your eyes. “why does this kind of shit always happen to me..” you silently cried, not wanting any of the other inmates to listen to your weeping. it would have been embarrassing if one of them were to say something. you never thought that you’d b crying, in prison, on the floor, because your only escape had just escaped without you. but what were you supposed to do? give him the key just so you could get out of here and he walk, or i guess, fly, off with your ship? what if you had just sat down and tried negotiating with him? maybe listened to his proposal?

ugh, you felt so stupid.

burying your head into your folded arms, you continued to silently hate on yourself. trying to accept the fact that you were just going to die here. either a: your oxygen ran out or b: the aliens on this planted finally decide what to do with you. either way, you were going to die so you supposed it didn’t necessarily matter how.

you sat there for what seemed like forever before you jumped at the sound of the far door opening, along with a lot of yelling and fumbling. “let go of me..!” the familiar voice struggled. you could feel that well known sadness morph into a cocky smirk.

before you knew it, the same boy that had left you in these lonely four walls of bars was thrown back into the same space you two shared just moments ago. “hah, wow, i didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” you crossed your arms, tilting your head at him as he quickly got back up to his feet. “shut up! you don’t know how hard it is to get out of this place by yourself!” you just rolled your eyes. “you shouldn’t have left me in here then, dipshit.”

this time, he was the one to roll his eyes. “you put yourself into that position.”

“you made an unreasonable offer!”

“it was totally reasonable!”

you both groaned at the same time. you snapped your head at him.

“are you copying me?

“what? why would i ever do that?”

“you’re so annoying!”

“well i could say the same thing about you.”

the two of you continued to argue like children for a whole 2 minutes before some of the other inmates started to get fed up with both of your voices. “hey! lovebirds! will you keep it down over there? some of us are trying to live a little!” one inmate yelled, only furthering the both of your anger. “we’re not lovebirds!” the both of you yelled at the same time again, looking at each other with squinted eyes.

they told you to shut up or else they’ll call the guards in and bribe them to do anything just to make the both of you shut your mouths.

“so,” you started. “what did you do with the key that you stole from me?” you quiet down.

“oh, i lost it.”

“you what?!” you shouted, this news being enough to push you up to your feet, your eyes wide with confusion and anger. “you fucking lost it?!” the other inmates groaning in annoyance again.

you sucked in a deep breath of air, trying to calm down your nerves so you don’t burst, again.

“i have never met someone more infuriating than you.”

you seriously considered fighting him again. but you knew that wouldn’t get you anywhere with him. you sighed again, digging your nails into the palms of your clothed hands. “okay, can we just put our hatred aside and just.. focus on where you think you saw the key last?” you tried to reason with him, holding your hands out in a calming manner. “you’re talking to me like i’m a dog.”

yup. you hated him.

“please, just answer the question.” you pressed. he thought about it and you waiting patiently for his response.

“i don’t know.”

“i hate you.”

you can’t believe you cried because this fucker left you alone to die.

you paced around the cell in a frenzy. “do you actually not remember where you dropped it?” you turned towards him. “of course i remember, why would i tell you when i don’t even know you?” he asked.

wow, that was the very similar thought you had when you first met him.

“listen, can we somehow make a deal? a truce?” you finally started negotiating with him. not wanting to make the same mistake you did as before. he looked up at you, lifting a brow as he was trying to figure out just what exactly you were up to. “you’re not going to trick me, are you?” he asked, you shook your head.

“how can i trick you when we’re both getting something out of it?”

“many ways.”

“are we going to make a deal or what?”

he nodded and you went on to explain some of the many possibilities that you could come up with that were reasonable to the both of you. personally, your favorite one being the one where the both of you made a truce and helped each other escape this place after finding the key. then, maybe making an exception to having him on board your ship afterwards. if he really wanted to go to earth so badly, and your ship was the only way he was going to be able to do that, then with a lot of convincing, you were sure you could make it work. you weren’t entirely a cruel person. you just had to be reasoned with.

“so, what do you think?” you lifted your chin to meet his height. “do we have a truce?”

he also met your height with a soft smile spreading across his face, it was the first time you had seen him smile in the small time that you had known him. why was even that, beautiful? “truce” he held out his hand, one in which you happily took.

now, time to find a way out of here.

#cobiehaven #tbz #the boyz #kevin moon #tbz kevin #kevin x reader #moon hyungseo #tbz sangyeon #tbz younghoon #tbz jacob #tbz juyeon #tbz hyunjae #tbz new #tbz chanhee #tbz q #tbz changmin #tbz eric #tbz sunwoo #tbz haknyeon

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ONE DANCE | teaser

synopsis — Kim Eunji writes love letters to all her crushes. One day, her brother Kim Sunwoo decides that his sister needed to get into a relationship. Rummaging through her room, he finds a box filled with her letters, all signed with addresses. My my, was it going to be a thrill ride…

"LOOK, SUNWOO; I'M NOT lonely, nor am I seeking for a relationship right now! Don't bother me, and just go and do your homework," sighed Kim Eunji.

"I'm just saying, it'd be better if you did date someone so you wouldn't be moping around the house most of the day!" replied Eunji's little brother, Sunwoo.

"Aish, don't bother me anymore—just go already."

"Ya ya," He rolled his eyes, before going up the stairs. While doing so, however, his eyes landed on a shirt. To be exact—Eunji's shirt.

What a mess.. He picked it up, before going into Eunji's room. His eyes darted around her room; it was the same as how it always was. Books put everywhere and walls filled with small writing nooks and polaroid shots. Yet somehow, a vase of bouquets would somehow always be in her room too.

Sunwoo went to her walk-in closet, before throwing the shirt into one of the messy drawers. He was about to leave before something caught his eye. In the corner of his eye, hidden in the back of the clothes was a white box. It looked to be the size of a shoe box, and had a pink ribbon tying it. And, being the curious kid he was; he decided to take it and open it.

To be fair, Sunwoo totally did not expect whatsoever was inside it. He had expected more paper, more books, or maybe even; an upcoming book series that Eunji was going to publish. However, inside it was letters. Not only that—but they were addressed and named.

That day, Kim Sunwoo smiled mischievously, not knowing the upcoming consequences of his actions.

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sungbeam · 4 months

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𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

artist!kevin moon x senator's daughter!reader

after a long night, you find yourself on the front doorstep of a man who's heart you still held tightly in your grasp.

4.0k words, exes 2 lovers?, bittersweet angst with a happy ending, kissing, swearing, mentions of arranged marriages and controlling parents, mentions of social class, it takes place in washington dc bc i had a specific place in mind lol but i've also only went to dc once(???)

a/n: dug this up and dusted off the cobwebs — originally inspired (partly) by youngk's cover of moon river <3 (im sorry i always give you angst kevin...)

It was late when you knocked on his door. It was so late, in fact, that the fog had begun to roll over the Potomac and dampen the cobblestones beneath your shoes. You would have taken off the death traps your mother called fashion, but you'd seen your friends on the rowing team get foot diseases before. The streetlights here glowed from their perches in golden yellow flames, not amber like they did in some parts of the district.

You hadn't really expected him to answer. You knew he was almost guaranteed to be awake, but there were always exceptions. You knew he would recognize you, too, but if he would open the door for you… it didn't matter that he was the kindest person you'd ever met, there were always exceptions.

His expression sat carefully blank when you faced him, a war brewing in his beautiful eyes of a long past you shared. He swallowed, scanning your form.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say. You suddenly felt stupid. Why were you here? Why had you run all the way across the river to his place in Georgetown? Why him? Out of all the people, you chose the one person who's heart you let fall to the ground and shatter. It was a miracle he even opened the door. "I—I didn't know who else to go to."

The bobby pins in your hair stabbed your head and intensified the headache building in your scalp. It had been a long night; you weren't sure if you were even of sound mind and thought right now.

Kevin Moon considered you for a moment, his eyes and posture softening at the lines. "Come in," he murmured as he stepped aside in the doorway, "it's late."

You swallowed as you took slow steps into his townhouse and he closed the front door behind you. Everything was as you had last seen it—pictures of him and his family, his friends; his artwork hung on the entryway walls; stair leading up to the upper floors, and hallway traveling back toward the parlor and kitchen. You could extract the memories that you had of this place, but that would keep you up the rest of the night. It would be a dangerous endeavor, you thought, as if coming to Kevin in the first place wasn't already.

"Here." He held out one toned arm for you to grasp. "So you can take off your shoes."

You gave a barely-there nod. "Oh, uhm, thank you," you said, locking your hand against his forearm as you swiftly discarded the stilettos from your feet. When your aching feet met flat ground, a weight fell from your shoulders, and you lined up the pair against the wall neatly by his shoe rack.

He began trekking up the stairs, beckoning you to follow. "You can have the guestroom," he sighed, carding a hand through his hair. It stuck up in the back, you noticed whilst following him up, which meant he had probably been tossing and turning for awhile.

Everything smelled the same, felt the same.

A different weight fell upon your chest, suffocating. Was it a mistake to come here? It was all coming back to you.

And he was opening the only other bedroom door besides his on the floor, leaving the door open for you to follow. He fluffed the pillows and pulled a blanket out from the closet shelf. This room used to be for guests, not for you, but that change was your fault.

"I'll grab you something to change into," he said in the silence with one hand cupped behind the back of his neck. He didn't look at you this time. "You still know where everything is?"

"Yeah," you rasped. You cleared your throat and held your clutch in front of yourself like a pitiful shield. "Thanks, Kevin. I… I promise I'll be out of your hair by the morning."

A beat passed. You felt his eyes on you and met them.

"Just—" his arm fell to his side and tucked into the pocket of his sweats, "—take your time, Yn. Good night."

You watched him leave. "Good night."

The house was quiet again after you finished washing up in the bathroom and retreated into the guest room. Kevin could hear the door close even from the third floor in his attic studio, his feet pressed against the cool wood, eyes staring out at the half-filled canvas on the easel. He'd been stuck for awhile, having not yet decided what he wanted to do with the rest of it. This indecisiveness came with the artist's block, unfortunately.

He didn't like to admit that one of the few ways to get him out were the dozens of canvases shoved against the far corner. There was a drop cloth draped over them so he wouldn't get distracted, but… most nights he couldn't resist.

There was always something soulful about the way he painted your eyes. It had always been that, and your smile, that he intentionally captured first whenever he painted your portrait. It was a greedy, selfish attempt to keep some part of you for himself because he knew that it was and could never be like that in the real world. He knew that fact all too well.

The vision of you on his porch tonight… he'd almost believed he was dreaming.

Kevin released a frustrated huff from his mouth, rubbing his hands down his face, then up through his hair. His brushes remained untouched, canvas on the easel left undone.

He stood from his stool and quietly made his way back down to the second floor.

He could've sent you away, he thought. He could've, but did he want to?—

"Oh. Hi."

His eyes shot up at the sound of your voice, meek and soft. You stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom with his T-shirt and sweatpants hanging from your frame like it was two years ago. He lost his breath for a second; he didn't think you were still awake. "Did I wake you?" He asked, clutching the banister.

"No," you said while leaning against the door jamb. "I was… I wasn't sleeping."

That made the both of you.

"You still have bandaids in the medicine cabinet?" You asked him.

He nodded, stepping down fully onto the second floor. "Yeah. How many did you need?" He shoved the intrusive thoughts away from the forefront of his mind and replaced them with the idea of bandages. He padded over into the bathroom, turning the light on to rifle through the medicine cabinet.

Never mind that you knew where they were and that you were capable of getting them yourself—he already lost when he let you into his house.

You slipped in behind him. "Just a couple small ones is okay—for my feet."

Oh, right. He'd nearly forgotten you must have traveled all the way from across the river to get here in those god awful shoes. Not only that, but no doubt spent an entire night in them at some stuck-up, rich-prick gala—

Not now, he hushed. Most of the time, it was never your choice to even go to those functions.

He withdrew the box of Band-Aids he kept, all beat up from years of figuring out where they belonged. There was a mishmash of sizes, but most of the medium-sized ones were all gone, leaving only the extreme sizes on the spectrum. He picked out a few of the small ones for you, staring at the tile on the floor while you sat on the lid of the toilet to cover your blisters and bruises.

“I know that my showing up here unannounced was really unfair to you,” you suddenly said. He raised his head a little. You were grabbing your heel now, gently massaging your foot. “Especially at this time of night. I—” You paused, “I just—I’m sorry.”

If he didn't think about it too much, he could pretend this apology was only about you showing up unannounced, out of the blue, at an ungodly hour, and not about every other elephant in the room.

“It's okay, I understand,” he murmured. He felt his body move to settle on the edge of the bathtub across from you to take your foot from your hand to rub soothing circles into your aching bones.

You connected gazes again and he saw the flicker of gratitude in them, and something else he didn't want to see. Hope was so cruel sometimes. “You don't have to do this.”

“I know. I want to.”

It felt like college all over again, just you and him. Those four years had been some of the best years of his life—but they were filled with naïve bliss. The long, humid summer days and nights along the river; the golden light filtering through his windows as you read and he painted; the picnics on the Georgetown University lawns; the echo of your laughter against cobblestone walls and streets.

They were engraved into his memory, even with the rose-tinted lenses off.

He would call it a fever dream, but he knew you were solid and real when he held you. Your smile was real, your love was palpable. He could hear your humming in his kitchen in the evenings and feel the ghost of your arms around him in the mornings.

When you were called away by your family to fulfill filial obligations, you would always return home to him. Not them, him.

In this moment, he knew exactly what he was doing, even if he chose to pretend he didn't. Like this wouldn't lead to his heart getting broken again when all that was left of you in the morning was your perfume on his clothes and bandaid wrappers in the trash.

“So what was tonight about?” He piped up, daring another glance at you.

You shook your head. “You don't have to—”

“Only if you're comfortable.” Sometimes it helped for you to talk about it, and sometimes it didn't. He wanted to help, nonetheless. He still cared about you, after all.

You wrestled down a swallow. “It was some dumb charity that wasn't even about the charity,” you rasped, returning your bare feet to the floor when he was done rubbing the hurt away. You had to look away, and he resisted the urge to turn your chin back to him. “And something about—something about marriage.”

His heart fell to the bathroom tiles. “What?”

Marriage?

“It—it’s nothing—”

“Nothing,” he repeated, speechless.

“Not nothing,” you amended, tripping over your words. You shouldn't have mentioned it. Why would you mention it? Out of everyone, you and to say it to him. “My parents mentioned something about it, but it's just one of those things where they're urging me to start looking. I don't know. It's not arranged or anything.”

He said exactly what both of you were thinking, “Yet.”

You looked at him then. He saw the way silver lined your eyes, the hurt threatening to spill over just like what pounded against the floodgates of his heart. Yet.

If you waited any longer, who knew what your parents would do to secure a political alliance? You were a Senator's daughter, your family's jewel and pawn piece. You were born to be someone Kevin couldn't be with and god-fucking-damn did that hurt like a bitch.

They were giving you time to make your own, careful choice. It was an illusion of free will that made him seethe and ache for you.

“It's gonna be fine,” you said with little to no strength behind the words. “I'll be fine.”

Kevin stared at you. You and he had shared plenty of arguments about this exact topic before and it all ended in the same place. He didn't know what to say this time to make you say or think or do differently.

What could he possibly say to make you stay? To make you rethink your entire life and career, to make you turn your back on your own family?

“I'm sorry I said anything about this.” You sighed. “I don't know why I said anything about this.”

He swallowed. “I asked in the first place; it's okay.” His hands yearned to touch your skin, to swaddle you in his arms and rock you into assurance. He missed when he could reach over and warm your knee with his palm to silently tell you he was here and listening.

“We should try to sleep. I've taken so much of your time already. I'm sor—”

“Yn, love, stop saying you're sorry.” You didn't ask for any of this and you kept acting like you did, like it was your fault. He couldn't fault you for anything if he tried.

It looked like you were about to say something to him. He could practically taste the words that sat on your tongue.

Tell me I'm not suffering alone. Tell me that you still love me, even after all this time.

Instead, you nodded while rubbing your eye. “Okay,” you exhaled. “Thanks for the bandaids and your time.”

When you stood, so did he. He pressed a warm palm to the small of your back to lead you out of the bathroom, his other hand hitting the light switch.

He reluctantly drew his hand away from you to step towards his own bedroom.

He heard you stop, his head pathetically raising to meet you as you turned around.

“Kevin, I…” There it was again.

Oh, he wanted so badly for you to say it. But it was late and neither of you were in the right state of mind.

“Sleep on it,” he whispered. He couldn't handle any of those words exchanged now if you were going to regret it later. “Please.”

You inclined your head, lips pressing together. “Good night.”

“Good night,” he said back, for the second time tonight, and for as many opportunities as he was granted. As long as he didn't have to say goodbye instead.

Sleep refused to take you and you tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Two long hours of torture, and you gave up, throwing the sheets off your body to step over to the window. The street below was dark with only a small halo of golden light from a street lamp to provide some reprieve from the darkness. You'd always seen this back street from Kevin's bedroom, never this one. It was so odd seeing it from a different point of view.

You closed your eyes with a sigh and rested your forehead against the cool glass. What were you doing here? Why were you troubling a man who you'd already troubled before? Your being here had to be bad for the both of you, but why did your being here feel right instead? You could separate comfort from rightness anymore, couldn't find where the line was in the sand because maybe you had danced all over it before to muddle it up.

Maybe you didn't want to define it—you just wanted it to be him.

You would never forget this moment, standing with your eyes closed against a cold window pane, that you came to an understanding. You had little to no sleep in your system, but your heart hurt as much as your feet, and while there were plenty of ways to soothe sore feet, there weren't as many to heal a broken heart.

Maybe a glass of water would refresh you enough to fall asleep. It would be terrible of you to wake him up, especially when you'd bothered him this much. He had already done so much for you.

But you'd seen him just hours ago, and you'd seen the tenderness in his gaze, felt the tenderness in his touch.

The way he'd asked for you to “sleep on it” had been loaded with something. Hope was so cruel sometimes.

Your chest tightened and you pulled away from the window. You stepped over to the door to quietly open it and slip out. There was no light coming out from beneath Kevin's bedroom door, and you tiptoed across the landing to make your way downstairs.

When you'd successfully retrieved a glass of water, you climbed back up the stairs, only to freeze at the sight of Kevin stepping up onto the ones leading up to the attic. Your heart galloped at the sight of him.

“I hope I didn't wake you up,” you whispered this time, gesturing to the cup of water in your hand. “I just needed some water.”

He nodded. “Don't worry about it. Can't sleep still?” He asked.

You shook your head. Not even if you tried.

He seemed to understand, and with a sweep of his hand through his hair, he beckoned you up to the third floor with him.

You hadn't been up to the attic for as long as you had been away from Kevin. It was his studio space, somewhere he could let his creativity run wild. There were canvases pressed and stacked up against the slanted roof, paint cans and boxes of brushes off to the side, and the chaise lounge you always draped yourself over when the sun filtered in just right. It was the perfect spot to curl up with a good book, and you could feel its cushioned back imprinted against yours even now.

The memories all flooded back in one, big tidal wave and your hand tightened around your cup.

“Are you working on anything?” You asked quietly, lingering at the stair landing to sip your water. You feared you weren't allowed to venture further, as if you needed permission to wander now.

He glanced back at you from his easel stool, forehead creasing between his brows when he saw you still standing there. “Yn, you can sit,” he said, nodding to the chaise lounge. “Not really,” he confessed. “I just… I've been in a block, I guess.”

You crept over to the lounge chair and seated yourself on the edge, stiff and with your legs crossed one over the other. You leaned your forearms onto your knees, looking in the direction of Kevin, his body half blocked by the wooden easel. “Ah, I see,” you murmured. “Have you had trouble sleeping lately?”

His eyes flickered to yours. “It's… on and off. You?”

“Same.” Your mind went to what you thought about in the guest bedroom earlier. Would it be out of left field to spring it up on him? You didn't even know if he felt the same way anymore, but… but you had to try, didn't you?

Why did you come to him? Out of all the people and places in this city, your feet carried you here.

“I—” Both of you said at once, eyes clashing when you realized the other's voice was speaking.

“You first,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, please. I—I think you should go first.”

He seemed to hesitate, but relented. There was so much emotion in the way he looked at you then; the wideness of his eyes gave it all away. “Why are you here, Yn? Why are you really here?”

It was like he could read your mind. You knocked back the rest of your water and placed the empty cup on the floor a little ways from your feet so you didn't knock it over. “I,” you began, “I don't… at least, I don't consciously know.”

He pursed his lips together. “Do better than that. I know you can.”

You knew he was right; you could do better. You knew the truth, but it was a matter of how much courage you had to face it. “Kevin, I—I should've never let you go that easy, and I should've never let my judgment be swayed by my parents as it had. I'm so sorry for hurting you; you never deserved it. You never deserved any of it.

“I think,” you said, one hand grabbing your other shoulder, “after all this time, I still know who I want, and it's never been anyone but you. That's why—that’s why I'm here.” You wished you could shrink into yourself with his gaze pinned to you like it was. “And this is all so unfair to you—I know. I know it is, and I am so, so sorry.”

You would bear your entirety to him in hopes that he believed you and saw your sincerity. Because while your parents had raised you to be their perfect daughter, they missed the part when you fell hopelessly in love with your best friend from college. It tore you apart that day they forced you to part ways with him—you knew it did just the same to him, too.

Kevin was quiet for a moment with a pensive expression on his face burning into his floorboards. He suddenly stood and made his way over to you, your body shifting to make room for him on the chaise. The pair of you sat side by side with your shoulders and legs pressed against each other, sharing the other's warmth.

“I don't blame you if you're bitter,” you said. “I would be, too. And you can kick me out if that makes you feel better, because I…”

“Don't say it's because you deserve it.”

You tilted your gaze over to him.

He shook his head. “You don't deserve it. You hurt me, yes, but I know why you did it and I can't blame you for it, no matter how hard I try.” He turned his gaze up to the ceiling for a moment. “Sometimes I wish I had been born in a different position so neither of us would have to hurt so much.”

Your chest ached.

“It's not your fault,” you said. “Kevin, it was never your fault.”

His smile curled into something somber as his hand reached over to thumb your cheek. “I know it's not. And it's not yours either.”

For a moment, his hand lingered, and you let it.

“Don't marry someone else,” he said so quietly you thought you'd imagined it. But there was that tenderness in his eyes then, loving and imploring, and you knew you hadn't just kidded yourself.

His hand went to cup the side of your face. “I can't—” he swallowed, “I can't stomach that thought. I love you too much to see you unhappy.” His words were slurring together, voice watery, as he attempted to cover it up by pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I love you so much it hurts,” you told him in earnest. “Of course I'd run back here to you. It's always been you.” No amount of parental control could change that. They could never choose who you fell in love with when your heart was yours to give.

Kevin shifted to press his lips against yours, soft and cautious, giving you the space to back out. You reciprocated though, hands coming up to cup his face. And as you kissed, a sense of comfort settled over you, something akin to contentment, like knowing this was where you were meant to be. All the worries and heartache melted away for one split second of bliss that you found in a man whom you loved too much to let go.

His nose gently bumped against yours, his thumb caressing your cheekbone affectionately. “I love you. You can break my heart when you leave in the morning, but let me have this at least.”

“You can have this, and you can have me,” you said, nodding against him. You were going to fight this time; you would fight until you bled because you would be damned if you let him go so easily a second time. “You've always had me.”

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Nightmare Before Christmas | Kevin Moon

SUMMARY: your uncle has always been a crime and supernatural fan and would often plan fun little games for your family to solve before Boxing Day. However, things have taken a turn this year as never would you and your friendly neighbour Kevin imagined that the both of you would actually have to solve a decades-old murder case, and eventually finding out the culprit behind all of this was someone much closer than you have expected.

PAIRING: neighbour!Kevin x f!reader

GENRE: horror, thriller, supernatural, crime, angst, some fluff

WARNINGS: nc-17, mentions about dead bodies & severed body parts (nothing too gory though dw!!), missing person case, haunted house, mentions of blood, supernatural (ghosts, black mass), yn's descriptive nightmare (about the ghost-like character she would often see in the past), kissing, betrayal, dual personalities, pet names (sweetheart, princess)

WORD COUNT: 4,465

A/N: so this was supposed to be released on the 25th....but we will pretend that never happened 🫡 massive thankiew to @from-izzy for beta reading and giving me tons of ideas (and just giving me the support bcs i was so done and upset with everything bjasnjsdn) tagging the kevin enthusiast aka @hyungseos-cafe for this 👀✨

“Sissy, wake up!”

You were jolted awake by your little brother, who was violently shaking your entire body as you groaned in annoyance and lifted your bedsheets above your head in hopes that he would leave you alone. But you have forgotten that he was a wild and energetic fourteen-year-old teenager, and there was no way he was giving up that easily.

As your brother pulled your bedsheet off you, your eyes squinted, and you were about to curse at him out loud before he eventually beat you to it.

“It’s Christmas Eve, sissy! Uncle Ben has already left a note on the dining table, and we must start before the clock strikes midnight!” Your brother announced out loud before running out of your room back to the living room downstairs.

You sighed before pinching your eyebrows together, trying to make sense of your surroundings and what your brother had told you moments before.

It was that time of the year for your annual family tradition. Your uncle has always been into supernatural and playing detective. He would often devise a different scenario where he would get you and your siblings to solve the puzzles or cases before you would eventually earn a Christmas present from him. He had a different scenario in mind every year and was full of ideas to ensure each year stood out.

Not only were your siblings encouraged to participate in the hunt, but he would also get your neighbour next door to experience every year, and he had done so for the past decade.

Your best friend, Kevin Moon.

It was a joy to have him aboard, especially when he had the wits and brains to help crack and solve most puzzle pieces or clues in your uncle’s little game each year. Because of that, your uncle has taken a liking to him, eventually pairing you guys up, often thinking that you both would end up great as a couple.

Which isn’t something you were totally against if you were to be completely honest.

You liked him a lot, and he has been your best friend throughout middle school up till university. He has always been someone you could always count on and gave you the support you needed.

You just weren’t sure if you liked him more than just a friend at this point.

Trying to shake away all of the unnecessary thoughts, you quickly rushed down to your dining hall to find the letter that your uncle always left on the table the night before when all of you were asleep. However, you froze as you saw that your brother was already holding one in his hands, reading it internally while another was left on the table.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that uncle made two separate invitation cards and that on the table is specifically just for you and Kevin-hyung next door,” your brother said half-heartedly before he walked out with his invitation, getting ready to get all geared up before heading out the door. You suspected Uncle Ben had probably given him some scavenger hunt games again, given the looks of your brother’s outfit and the big shovel he had just brought out the door seconds ago.

As you diverted your attention back to the invitation card on the table, you slowly picked it up before opening the envelope and pulling up the letter tucked within.

Oh, Uncle Ben, what exactly have you plotted for us this Christmas?

“Your uncle must be nuts going all out for Christmas this year. He must’ve been itching to get this year’s theme out as soon as possible, don’t you think?” Kevin questioned you while chuckling at the side, trying his best to hide his uneasiness.

But that was when you didn’t respond and quietly began looking for clues; that was when Kevin knew that it probably wasn’t a joke this time.

“There’s no actual dead bodies, right, Y/N?”

When you quickly skimmed through the entire letter, your eyes widened at the envelope's contents. You wasted no time and hurriedly scurried out the door to Kevin right next door. With a few knocks, your best friend was out with a hot mug of cocoa, with his hair slightly ruffled, indicating that he had just woken up not too long ago. His eyes widened as he did not expect you to be on his doorstep this early in the day, and he was a bit embarrassed with how he looked.

Deep down, you wanted to tell him how he looked absolutely adorable and how you would snuggle up on the couch with him for the holiday seasons, but there was no way you would admit you had a crush on him just yet.

Shaking off your initial thoughts, you quickly redirect your attention back to the envelope, trying to fill Kevin in with all your uncle wrote on the invitation. He had the same initial response that you had, thinking that this was all some sort of sick joke. All while he was getting ready by changing his pyjamas into a cosy sweater sufficient to last till the destination, you couldn’t help but spare a few glances back at him a few times to take a sneaky little peak at his toned body.

He worked really hard during the summer anyway, and you have seen how he basically went from being all skinny and slim to being toned and bulky within the span of half a year, and you couldn’t stop ogling at the sight whenever you saw a little skin from him.

But again, you would not admit that to him just yet.

As soon as he was ready to go, you both took the pathway down to the written location as the sky quickly turned dark due to the winter season. By the time you both arrived at the entrance of the abandoned house, you needed to grab the torchlight hidden within your sweater and turn it on to navigate the place.

As you both opened the front door with an awful creak, you were met with nothing but complete darkness. The power lights were completely cut off so there was no chance of even having a little bit of electricity within the premises.

There was this eerie feeling in the air that neither of you could describe; it almost felt like a little haunted house, as much as you did not want to admit it. But given the details that Uncle Ben has written in the envelope, that spooky and sinister feeling you’ve had was valid, and it would probably remain this way until the both of you could crack the case open.

“To answer your question, Kevin, I really hope we won’t be stumbling upon any dead bodies too. It’s the Christmas holidays, goddamit,” you spat, still thinking that Uncle Ben was totally out of his mind with this whole dilemma that was going on right now.

“Well, we’ve lived in this neighbour for a good decade now, and never in my life have I heard about a Madam Nee Nee residing in a house right at the end of the road and was actually murdered without a trace,” Kevin replied worriedly, thinking that this whole situation is slowly getting much creepier by the minute.

As much as you wanted to agree with the male, you have heard something or two about Madam Nee Nee through your uncle’s stories. All you knew about her was that she was the one who would often bake cupcakes for the children across the streets and would pass them to Uncle Ben so that all of you were able to get your hands on them every Christmas.

Those cupcakes were indeed one of the best you have ever tried in your entire life; they were not too sweet and were just enough to fit everyone’s liking and taste buds. It seemed as if Madam Nee Nee knew exactly what each child’s favourite television show was as she would make an effort to pipe and decorate each cupcake exactly as each character looked. You would often get your favourite Tinker Bell design, and she would alternate between the different fairies each year, while your younger brother often got his favourite DC superheroes.

But there was only one problem: you had actually never met the baker herself, and each time you tried to bring it up, your Uncle Ben would often tell you that she was too busy delivering the goodies to the other children out of town.

In other words, you didn’t really know if you could trust Uncle Ben’s words on whether such an individual really existed and if this whole murder case was actually a reality or not.

Regardless, you were not going to get anywhere if neither of you was going to make progress in solving the riddles that your uncle had made specifically for you two, adding onto the fact that you really did want to get your hands on the presents as your uncle always knew exactly what you liked.

Hence, you and Kevin moved forward and deeper into the house as you both tried to see where or what could potentially help you both get a kick start on the investigation. Suddenly, the doors behind you both slammed shut with a loud thud, and you both were now in complete darkness, heavily relying on the torchlight you brought to navigate the house.

“We’re really doing this right, Y/N?” Kevin asked as he grabbed your wrist to drag you closer to him, making sure that you both stuck together, especially in the given circumstances. Not going to lie, your heart skipped a beat with that sudden gesture of his, and you prayed that he was unable to hear that loud thumping noise coming from your chest, given how silent the whole place was, to the point that you were able to hear a pin drop if there ever was one.

“Y-Yeah… to face Uncle Ben and get our hands on the gift. And besides, we could always have a little fun mystery for the holiday season.”

After ten minutes, you both arrived at the house's second floor. You both tried your best to scavenge through the bottom floor, but there wasn’t much you found that could potentially help with the investigation.

So here you both were, slowly taking your steps up the old wooden stairs that creaked with every single step, making the uncomfortable feeling you have had since stepping into the house a lot worse than before.

Thankfully, Kevin stuck close to you and took the lead in front, where you naturally held onto his sweater from behind, which caused him to turn behind for a second and offer his hand to you instead. You stared at him blankly at first, blinking your eyes a few times to see if you weren’t hallucinating, but he eventually linked his hands with yours and pulled you slightly forward.

You were thankful that the electricity was out in the entire house, and Kevin held onto the torchlight and shone the pathway in front of him instead; you definitely did not need the male to know how red and flushed your face was right now.

As you both moved forward, you eventually stepped onto something firm and hard, causing you to stop in your tracks, nudging Kevin’s elbow to shine the light directly onto your feet.

You truly wished you hadn’t done that at all.

A severed hand was situated right below your new pair of white shoes, and a little blood splatter was visible around the corners of your shoes. You immediately screamed and took a little jump back, causing you to cower into Kevin’s arms immediately. His eyes widened at the sight, and he tried his best to calm you down by rubbing your back with one of his hands while the other continued to shine the torchlight all around the room.

And there it was: another severed hand, located close to what used to be the fireplace.

“Th-This must be a joke…” Kevin muttered, not wanting to accept reality and thinking, ‘this was all a dream.’

It couldn’t be real.

There haven’t been any reported murder cases around town for the last thirty years. In fact, your town has been regarded as one of the safest in the state for the past decades, and it is also known as the best town to reside in. Whatever situation you both were in now must be wholly made up by your uncle, who was always full of surprises.

…right?

That was until Kevin redirected the light source towards the fireplace above, where there were clearly a few picture frames damaged through time or by someone. As you both began moving closer to examine them, you noticed they all had one thing in common.

All of them had the same person cut out from the pictures themselves.

Three picture frames stood above the fireplace, each depicting a family of five smiling brightly as if the world was free from all sorts of nightmares and misery. At least it was before. Something must have happened for whoever removed the person in question from the pictures—perhaps it must’ve been a bad memory for them, or that person is probably no longer associated with them.

You slowly moved close enough for you to be able to examine it well, gently wiping off the dust from each frame with your thumbs to see who exactly was the family in the old pictures. You didn’t recognise them at first until you squinted your eyes and saw the famous signature on the bottom right of each frame.

It belonged to the Jamaisons; the very first family that moved into this town many years ago.

From what you have heard about the tales from your uncle, they were the ones to be grateful for as they built up and raised the town's reputation as it is known today. Their family have since then lived for generations, constantly passing down their legacy for years until the last heir passed on without a successor ten years ago.

As everyone has been told, the very first generation of the Jamaisons was a family of four: a dotting father, a loving mother, and a set of twins. But then, who was the mysterious missing cut-out person from the pictures? Did they have another sibling they have kept secret for years, and nobody knew about them? And if yes, why did they do that?

Countless questions are pondered within your mind, and you can’t help but want to dig much deeper to discover the truth.

“Kevin…how much do you know about the Jamaisons?”

“As much as they have taught us in the textbooks. Why?”

“I have a bad feeling about this…” You muttered, slowly showing and telling Kevin about the missing person from each picture.

His eyes widened too, and you could tell he had the same thoughts as you.

“You don’t mean…”

“I really hope it isn’t true. Why would Uncle Ben even want us to meddle with their history if it was? Does he think we were detectives that could solve a potential murder case that was decades old?” You questioned, tugging his arm around you even tighter.

He pondered for a bit before answering. “Why not? I have always wanted to go to an actual crime scene.”

“Kevin Moon, this is serious,” you firmly reminded him.

He sighed before giving you a little smile back. “I know, Y/N. Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out then.”

Along with your friendly little neighbour, you both begin scouring through the bookshelves, hoping to find any potential records that could prove that they had someone else in the original line-up of the family.

However, all of your luck was pointless as there was zero to no evidence proving that the missing person from the pictures existed. It was as if the family themselves had erased whoever it was to the best of their abilities.

You groaned as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Ugh, I guess we’re back at square one again.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” Kevin responded, which caused you to turn your head towards him to see that he was pointing towards the empty room across the room, where the door slowly creaked open.

You were sure that the doors were closed tight when you both made your way up an hour ago, and now you were witnessing the door slowly pry open by seemingly nothing.

Oh hell, there is no way ghosts are real.

“Do not say the g-word, I swear,” you immediately placed one of your fingers directly onto Kevin’s lips, preventing him from saying it out loud.

“Not until we go check it, Y/N.”

“Can we just…not…”

“I think you know what the answer to that is.”

You rolled your eyeballs at Kevin’s words; you knew there was no way you both were leaving this place until you found the answers to the case. Without a choice, you reluctantly allowed Kevin to drag you along step-by-step as you both got closer towards the room.

If you were in an actual horror movie, you were pretty sure there would be creepy and high-pitched violin sounds playing in the background right now. The siren by your ear was beginning to resonate aloud, causing you to have a slight headache while you were trying your best not to shit your pants at this point.

As you were a step right before entering the room, your grip against Kevin’s arm tightened, giving him the signal that you were having second thoughts and would gladly dash right out of the house right now. But he returned a little rub on your palms with his, telling you that everything would be alright and that he was here with you.

With one final gulp and nod, you both took that long-awaited step into the room, when you were met with your worst nightmare.

You have never told anyone about how your deepest and darkest fear was about how you once had this dream where a black mass consisted of a white face with a lipped mouth paired with large black eyes used to lurk at the corners of your room watching you sleep. You eventually got terrified to the point that you would think about it all day, which then interfered with your daily routine.

And it was the same nightmare that stood right in front of you, slowly expanding as it crept nearer towards you both as if it was going to swallow you up as a whole.

“No…please don’t…” You whimpered.

Before you could even think straight, the huge mass eventually engulfed Kevin, and he was gone within a second. Just like that, the mass turned in your direction, approaching you slowly as you took a few steps back each time.

With one final huff from the mass, it quickly expanded one last time before jumping right onto you, slowly dissolving your entire body and turning it into the mass just like it was.

You were helpless, and you eventually felt your entire body go numb as if it was all over and done for.

Before you were taken over by darkness, you slowly peered your eyes upon the doors, noticing a bright white figure approaching you before everything was a blur.

“Sissy! SISSY WAKE UP!!”

You immediately jolted awake with that scream coming from the side of your ear, drenched in sweat, and your eyes widened as you tried to calm your fast breathing down.

“Whatever the nightmare you have been having since last night, it must have been a wild one I must say,” your brother responded as he slowly grabbed a cloth to wipe your sweat away.

“N-Nightmare? What are you talking about?”

“Do you really not remember anything at all? You have been sleeping for the entire day yesterday! You have been tossing and turning in your sleep, mumbling incoherent words as you broke out in sweat.”

What? That can’t be.

You slowly looked down to see your hands trembling before moving them to your face, trying to take in everything your brother had just told you.

“What about the scavenger hunt, then?”

“Scavenger hunt? You mean Uncle Ben’s?”

“Y-Yeah…what happened to it?”

“Well, you were in bed for the entire day and wouldn’t wake up, so you actually missed the whole thing,” he bluntly replied.

That can’t be true. You remembered walking down to the kitchen table and grabbing the envelope placed neatly on the dining table, which shocked you as you read the contents.

“Uncle Ben came up to check on you, though; he said it was fine to let you continue to sleep since you were probably exhausted with finals.”

No…this is just not making sense at all.

Wait.

“Kevin! Where’s Kevin?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as you grabbed your brother’s shoulders, shaking them vigorously.

Your brother stared at you as if a ghost had possessed you because the next thing that happened was that you immediately jumped out from your bed and dashed towards the front door.

You speed ran through your open gates right towards your neighbour’s front porch, banging on the door, not caring if you were creating a scene. You needed to know if he was doing alright and in one piece.

After a few seconds, the doorknob eventually turned and the door was opened. There stood your best friend, exactly like he was the day before when you went up to him to talk about the strange envelope Uncle Ben had left specifically just for you both.

Well, supposedly, at least.

It wasn’t unusual for you to come banging at Kevin’s door in the middle of the day, as you have done it multiple times. What he did not expect was that you would immediately dive into his embrace and begin sobbing into his sweater.

“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?”

You couldn’t even give him a proper answer as your tears poured profusely. You were glad to see that he was fine, still in one piece and unharmed.

“Thank God…THANK GOD KEVIN!!!!”

You were not budging an inch, and Kevin only did what he knew was best at the moment, returning the hug and slowly caressing your back as if to calm you down. He eventually rested his lips on your head, leaving you little kiss.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes resting in his embrace, you eventually pulled away and cupped his face with your palms, gently caressing his cheek as you looked at him lovingly.

“Kevin…promise me…you’re never leaving my sight again.”

He chuckled. “Why would I? Y/N, you know I would never—”

“Please, a little pinky promise?” You begged, and Kevin could never resist that little puppy doe eyes you have.

He smiled before he eventually leaned down and connected your lips with his. Your eyes widened upon the contact before you eventually eased into the kiss seconds later, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

When you both eventually broke off for some air, there was this surge of adrenaline within you, and you felt your face heat up quickly, causing you to duck your head down as you cupped both cheeks to cover up the redness away from the man.

Kevin could only laugh at that little sight. “Come on, Y/N. It’s not like I have not seen your iconic red-flushed-tomato-like face before.”

“It’s not iconic, and whatever that was wasn’t necessary at all,” you pouted.

He took a few moments just admiring how you looked before leaning down and resting his palm on your head. “That kiss is a promise that I’ll always be yours.”

“Even stronger than a pinky promise?”

“Absolutely.”

With that, you reconnected your lips with his warm ones again, trying to savour them as best as possible before leaning your forehead against his.

“Oh, Kevin. You truly are the best thing that has happened to me during Christmas this year.”

“Am I supposed to be flattered by that?” He teased.

You sulked for a bit before slapping him on the arm. “Obviously, silly.”

With a deep huff, you stretched out your arms before wrapping them back around Kevin’s arm, trying to drag him out of his house and head straight towards yours instead for a cup of hot cocoa.

“Say, why don’t we go find Uncle Ben? I’m sure he might have some other tricks to keep us occupied until unboxing night.”

As you tried your best to pull Kevin with you, you were stunned by him standing still at the front of your doorstep, staring at you with a straight face.

“Kevin? Is everything alright?”

There was this odd ten-second silence before Kevin eventually spoke up, which actually sent chills down your spine.

“I’m afraid that Uncle Ben will not be coming anytime soon, sweetheart.”

Within a swift motion, Kevin pulled you vigorously back into his embrace, locking you tight with his arms. You then noticed how his demeanour began to change and was completely different from before.

You began to panic, shivering even, as you looked into his now-turning hollow eyes.

“W-What are you talking about?”

“That little nightmare you had was a reality, princess. Your little Uncle Ben has been trying his best to warn you all these years, and who would’ve thought he would actually get you to head towards the murder site yourself to crack open the case.”

“K-Kevin…you’re scaring me…” you began pushing yourself away, but it seemed that his grip had then gotten a lot tighter, which was when you began to feel the pain that was slowly travelling across your whole body.

“Let me tell you a little story, Y/N. A long time ago, a certain group used to think Christmas was all sparkly and bright. But what if I told you that things would never be the same? That the people around them now think that Christmas is a nightmare. After all, a sparkly Christmas can only happen if there is a drop of blood, right? I think that’s enough for you to figure things out, no?”

It was. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you knew exactly what he meant.

Not only was Kevin your Christmas, but he was also your Nightmare.

Just like that, he slowly began leaning down as he pushed your hair on your shoulders towards the other side, leaving a clear opening for him to start rubbing your sensitive skin as he leaned down slowly to the point that his lips brushed against them.

“From now on, I’ll always be your Nightmare Before Christmas.”

A/N: a lil belated spooky Christmas to yall 😚

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taglist: @deoboyznet @kflixnet @k-films @flwoie @zzoguri @kyusqult @tinkerbell460 @cheonsafics @sulkygyu @jaerisdiction @lngwayup @hyungseos-cafe (join my permanent taglist here!)

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ethereal-engene · 1 year

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Radiant Rec List #4 (98z line)

please give all of your love to these lovely writers!! I have had the time of life with these fics and enjoy reading!!

full rec list for tbz

Quick Key: [F] - fluff | [A] - angst | [H] - humor/crack | [S] - suggestive

Juyeon

OPERATION: PRINCESS' JOURNAL (SMAU series) by @luvrbin | [F] + [H] + [A] (top 5 smaus i have ever read tbh, the tears out of sadness and laughter >>)

MY FIRST AND LAST . . . 이주연 ! by @woobly | [F]

officially yours by @hvae | [F] + [A]

safety net by @saltyboyz | [F] + [A]

the lifeguard who hated summer break by @nyuqvrse | [F] + [A] (one of the 1st fics I ever read and *chef’s kiss*)

Kevin (Hyungseo)

22:07pm by @mae-gi-writes | [F] + tiny bit of [A]

cool it by @kpop-in-new-albion | [F] (oh so fluffy)

did you remember me? by @bawdyboyz | [A] + [F]

00:00 by @hvae | [F] + [A] (ouch, this one </3)

iced americano by @jumilkies | [A] + [F]

New (Chanhee)

a pretty bouquet by @cupidjyu | [F]

Q (Changmin)

Break Your Rules (SMAU series) by @bbangsoonie | [F] + [A] + [H]

11:11 by @bbangsoonie | [A] + [F] (😭 i cried so much reading this)

someone to you by @atbzkingdom | [A] + [F] + [H]

yellow carnations by @pockyandme | [A]

out of the blue (SMAU series) by @flrtwoo | [F] + [H] + lil bit of [A] (bye, this was so funny, I enjoyed it very much)

dance with my demons by @changminurheart | [A] + [F]

Best Friends Don’t Lie by @inadaydream99 | [F] + [A]

ghost of you by @sungbeam | [A] + [H] + [F]

last updated: 03/19/2023

WHERE ARE ALL OF THE FICS FOR NEW? sobbing

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juyeonszn · 6 months

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I CAN’T LOSE WHEN I’M WITH YOU

PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 603

GENRES itty bitty angst? ﹒fluff ig? ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, kevin is having an existential crisis, established relationship, kinda? cnc?, somnophilia, cockwarming, tbh that’s all 😭 this is a shortie but she’s kinda cute too ig

SUMMARY even when the world felt like it was no longer spinning on its axis, he had you to revolve around, like his own personal sun.

MORE this one is a double whammy besties 🤓 along with being kevin’s fic for fawntober, she is also a long awaited request from my 100 follower event for @confuchan !! im sorry this took so long 😭 i hope it meets ur expectations!! if u enjoyed, pls don’t forget to reblog! prompts used are: 8, 19

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

Laying here, staring up at the ceiling like it was more interesting than any news story on TV, Kevin felt like he was at a standstill.

It was like the world came to a spinning halt, and the only thing he could focus on was the low hum of the fan in the corner of the room along with his own breathing. But then you stirred beside him and pulled away his concentration as if it were second nature to you.

Now all he could do was listen to your evened breaths, watching your shoulder rise and fall as you slept. You looked so peaceful, soft snores filling his ears as he leaned in to wrap his arms around you. You felt so warm in his embrace, your skin against his tucking away all the worries that had been stuffed inside of his head. Everything just came so easily with you.

It was amazing how you didn’t even have to do anything, just your presence was sufficient to calm the storms raging in his brain. Your brows were slightly furrowed, like you were invested in the dream you were having. He can’t help the small smile that works its way onto his lips.

You mumble something in your sleep, alarming Kevin for a moment before he caresses your cheek, leaving a kiss on your temple. “I just want to hold you close.”

Maybe holding you close was a bad idea though, what with the way you kept moving. Each squirm brushed up against him, turning him even more restless than he was before. He pushes your hips into the mattress to still you, holding in the choked groan threatening to free itself from the back of his throat.

Despite all the uncertainties that plagued Kevin’s mind moments ago, one thing was for sure. You were wearing way too many clothes for what he had in mind. The thought of your wet heat alone was enough to bring a sense of peace within him. Perhaps that was all he needed to finally fall into a blissful slumber; just the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in.

His fingers sneak down to the bottom hem of your panties, grateful that you were pantsless and your legs were somewhat spread already. He pushes aside your underwear, slipping himself out of his own. Kevin sighs, placing his forehead on your shoulder to quell the inkling of shame burrowing through his chest as his cock slides into your cunt without hesitation.

Fuck, it was like your pussy was made for him. It was as if you were created solely for the purpose of Kevin’s dick burying itself deep inside of you. His eyes flutter shut, finger creeping under your t-shirt to rest his hand on your stomach. He twitches in you when you whimper in your sleep, scooting yourself against him. His broad chest was sandwiched to your back, the two of you as close as physically possible.

This was perfect. He didn’t even have to move, didn’t even have the desire to finish either. All he wanted was to stay like this, his cock snug between the walls of your cunt. In fact, it’s enough to lull himself to sleep, effectively resetting any and every existential crises running through his head.

That was the thing about you. You were always the one constant in Kevin’s life. You could turn a bad day into a good one in a matter of minutes. Even when the world felt like it was no longer spinning on its axis, he had you to revolve around, like his own personal sun.

#the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz kevin #tbz kevin #kevin moon x reader #kevin moon smut #kevin x reader #kevin smut #moon hyungseo #juyeonszn #juyeonszn.100🪩#fawntober.2023🎃

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t3kandson · 1 year

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Greed for one More

Wordcount;6,043

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Sohn Youngjae, Reader X Bae Jacob, Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Kim Younghoon, Reader X Lee Sangyeon.

Characters; Sohn Youngjae, Bae Jacob, Kim Younghoon, Kim Sunwoo, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, Moon Kevin, Mentions of Lee Sangyeon, Yoon Keeho aka Stephen Yoon & Kim Hyungseo aka Bibi.

Warnings; Angst, Jealousy, false Accusations, assumed violence, Alcohol Consumption, Wanking, Oral (Giving), Fingering, Blindfold, Ropes, Restraints, Sex Toys, Orgasm Denial, Edging & Sex.

Notes; Chapter 11/12 of Learning Love, earlier chapters found here.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

“Hey what’s this?” Youngjae asked while mocking your clothing, pulling out the lingerie that Younghoon brought you. “He brought it,” you said pulling your knee in. “Oh, it’s pretty though, so I get why you kept it,” he said looking jealous. “Baby I’m with you not him,” you said leaping off the bed to hug him. “Let’s bin it, I didn’t even realise I had it,” you said watching him smile. Grabbing his hand you pulled him to the living room finding the trash bag and tossing it in.

Turning to kiss him heavenly you was disturb when you heard a subtle cough. Bibi was standing there looking excited with a slight fakeness to finally catch you together. “Oh look it’s the new love birds and heart breakers,” she sniggers as you rolled your eyes. “What you doing here?” You snarl as she smirks mischievously before Kevin and Chanhee walks from the bedroom. “Oh actually don’t answer that,” you say holding Youngjae’s hands to pull him to your room. “Morning,” you hear Chanhee whittle as you pass them. “Like that is it,” he shouts out behind you as you shut the door breathing out.

“What was all that about?” Youngjae chuckles. “There is only so much I can cope with Bibi and her unwavering tongue, but knowing how much a whore my room mate is drives me crazy,” you scoff as Youngjae pulls you into his hold. “Hold out for a sexy person to unwhore him,” he says playfully as he peppers kisses along your jawline. “You calling me a whore,” you growl, “I said was, not is, I’m happy to make you a real woman,” he says letting his kisses fall to your neck. “In fact I want to have another making you a woman session,” he purs as he pulls your ass into him. Wasting no time you pull your horny boyfriend into bed.

You and Youngjae had barely been dating for a month, all had gone well. Every one was supportive minus Younghoon & Sunwoo. Younghoon had attempted to split the group into two trying to find anyone to turn on Youngjae, for what he called stealing his girlfriend. Sunwoo had become almost unbearable to be around, showing to Youngjae how he was cool and relaxed about it, yet cold and suggestive toward you when ever he could slide an insult in.

However, you was shocked when Changmin spilled that Sunwoo & Youngjae got into a fight. “Over what?” You squealed annoyed, however, fearing that you was the answer. “Look it’s fine, emotions just got wild, things between them can get intense you know because,” he said pausing. “Because of mine and Sunwoo’s past?” You added for him knowing full well his response. “Look have faith things will smooth over, Youngjae knows your past, knows your his. Just sometimes Sunwoo likes to drag fear from him momentarily,” he replied leaning against the kitchen side.

“And Younghoon?” you scowl as he mirrors. “He’s just a jealous prick,” he growls as your hands find his. “Changmin you promised not to let me get inbetween your friendship,” you scorn him as he huffs. “I know, I know, just it’s hard sometimes as we’ve been friends for longer, and it was him that fucked up,” Changmin scoffed. “Have you ever wondered maybe he has a reason to not want an actual relationship? Maybe that’s why he behaves like that,” you said softly as he mulls over your words, while you continue to wash up the plates. “Y/N your too good to him, but maybe your right, I think he’s the one that needs lesson’s in love,” he scoffs collecting the coffee he had poured seconds before your conversation. “Right let’s wake the cranky one,” Changmin said as he walked off to Chanhee’s room,

“Come on let’s go out,” Youngjae says hugging on to you after you had finished having sex. “I got no clean clothes plus Go where?” You asked. “Then I’ll find you some clothes and we’re go out and buy you some more, some well, good taste compared to what you have,” he teases as you groan. Leaving the bed he makes his way to your closet as you sit up ready to watch him insult your wardrobe once more.

Jaw tensing as anger rises, he emerges holding the lingerie you binned in his palm. Staring at it he lets it fall to the floor watching as if it was a dead animal. “What the fucks that?” he croaks eyes refusing to meet you. “I binned it, you know I did, you saw me do it,” you protested, rolling your eyes despite being confused how it had returned to your wardrobe.

“Are you sleeping with Sunwoo and Sangyeon?,” he asked from nowhere as your eyes widened. “You know I have, you know about my relationship with Sunwoo and you know I’ve done things with everyone minus Jacob,” you said sitting off the bed. “Have you slept with them at the same time?” He questioned, his eyes looking at you in fear. “No Youngjae, never, you know I haven’t, I slept with them separately, I don’t even think Sunwoo knows,” you scoffed. “Liar,” Youngjae shout’s scaring you at never hearing him lose his temper.

Chanhee barged into the room immediately, Changmin following. “What’s up what’s happened?” Chanhee asks worried as he looks at Youngjae. “She’s shagging Sunwoo and Sangyeon,” Youngjae says with tears in his eyes. “No she wouldn’t, we gone through this she’s committed to you 100%,” Changmin says going to him to place his hand on his shoulder. “I’ve seen the video of her and Sangyeon filmed with Y/N wearing this,” Youngjae said throwing the lingerie to the floor. “An outfit that she binned yet my backs turned and she slips it back out. Unless you washed it?“ he said turning to Chanhee hoping he would say he cleaned it and put it back, his silence told you all he hadn’t.

“Younghoon brought me that and we used it when he filmed me and Sangyeon having sex,” you explained hoping that would calm his fear down. “Again liar,” he shouted, as you shook your head in disbelief. “How am I lying that happened, asked Sangyeon, he’ll tell you,” you cried. “He told me Sunwoo gifted you that, the fact it’s lilac and it’s his favourite colour tells me all I need to know,” Youngjae said shaking.

“No, no he’s lying ask Younghoon,” You plead walking towards him as he stepped back. “Done that too and he also confirmed he was never filming that session and he never brought that,” Youngjae growled as Chanhee looked at you also with accusation in his eyes. “No he’s lying, there both lying, ask Sunwoo,” you plead as he laughed. “As if he would confess when it’s clear you two are still Involved,” he snarled. “Once a whore always a whore,” he adds. “This is Younghoon he’s clearly out to set us up,” you cry. “Yeah I thought that even though it’s not in Sangyeon’s nature to lie, but I gave you the benefit of doubt, till this,” he said pointing at the lingerie. “I swear to you I did not get it back out the bin.” You plead dashing to him.

“Y/N if you slept with them just tell him as long as it wasn’t in your relationship it’s fine,” Chanhee says breaking your heart that he was fooled too. “Chanhee not you too, please believe me It was Younghoon not Sunwoo,” you beg. “It’s too late they’ve turned you into a sex addict, one who clearly doesn’t care for a meaningful relationship,” Youngjae said shaking his head as he puts his shoes on. “Please Youngjae, please I beg you, please believe me,” you cry tears spilling at your eyes as you try to stop him leaving. “You promised to never leave me,” you cry as he walks past you. “And you promised to be faithful to me,” he snarls looking back your way. “You know what I got a call the other day about that job back home, I think I’m going to take it,” he says with tears in his eyes before walking out. “Youngjae,” you cry out as Chanhee gets in your way.

“Calm down Y/N,” Chanhee scolds you, “get fucked, you didn’t back me up at all,” you screech at him. “Do you blame me you was such a cock whore, so obviously when I’m given evidence I’m going to want to analyse it,” he scoffs. “I have never lied Chanhee Never,” you glare at him before he moves from your way. Grabbing your coat you only have one destination, Sangyeon’s to find out why he would lie.

Banging on the door of Sangyeon’s apartment he refused to answer. Sliding to the floor you sobbed refusing to budge till you got what you needed to understand the situation. You remembered throwing the lingerie into the bin, you knew it was Younghoon and not Sunwoo. Knowing Younghoon was likely the reason for the sudden end to your relationship, you needed to know why Sangyeon would lie.

“Y/N,” you heard the soft voice of Jacob. “Jacob,” you cried letting tears fall. “What’s up what’s happened? Why you here?” He questioned sitting next to you. “Younghoon made Youngjae leave me, he’s using Sangyeon to make him believe I’m still seeing Sunwoo,” you sobbed heavily as he pulled you in.

“Right we can’t sit here, we’re get numb bums,” Jacob tried to lighten the mood with a slight chuckle, after holding you for a long time. “Why don’t we go back to mine and talk,” he says stroking your hair, “Youngjae’s there,” you whine rubbing your eyes. “Ok then let’s take you back home,” he suggested, “I don’t want to see Chanhee, he thinks I’m guilty too,” you scoffed. “I have no hope convincing any one if I can’t even convince my best friend,” you cry, sobs heavily returning.

“I believe you Y/N,” Jacob said, as your tear eyes fell on his, “Really?” You sniffled. “Yes Y/N, I know you wouldn’t have done that to someone your madly in love with,” he smiled as you fell into his chest. “I know somewhere we could go talk where no one will disturb us,” he said standing up offering you his hand.

Walking into the flat, Jacob tosses his keys on the table and walks to the fish tank on the other side of the room. “You hiding a secret apartment Cobie?” you ask as he blushes at you using his pet name. “No this is my friends apartment, I pop in when he’s out of town to attend to these beauty’s,” he says as he opens the pot of fish food. “But don’t tell the others because this is where I like to come if they get too much for me,” he says as he throws a pinch of food into the tank.

“So I’m the only one that knows about this place?” You ask walking towards him. “Kevin knows, he’s Stephens friend too, we’re all from Canada,” he says smiling at you as you place your finger to the tank. “There cute right?” He adds watching you intently as you nod letting the fish follow your finger.

“So right let’s talk about this issue,” Jacob said walking to the kitchen, with you following. “Not much to talk about, Youngjae doesn’t trust me, he left me, I just have to get over it,” you whine leaning against the kitchen surface. “That’s what this is for,” he smiles pulling a bottle of whisky from the cupboard.

“But for the record he is blooming stupid if he believes you would cheat on him,” he adds grabbing some glasses from the side. “I’m just angry that Sangyeon would lie for Younghoon,” you said clasping your hands around the kitchen side in anger. “I’ll talk to him, I promise I’ll find out why, but it’s obvious someone’s making him lie,” Jacob said walking into the living room. “Well obviously i had already gathered that, I just don’t understand why he would lie for Younghoon,” you said following him.

“How do you even know it’s for Younghoon?” He asked as you tilted your head in confusion. “Who else could it be?” You scoffed, “I refuse to believe Youngjae would just take there word, something else must have happened,” he said sitting down on the sofa. “Well yeah, look if I tell you please don’t do that concerned elder look at me,” you said frowning. “My what look,” he sniggered filling in the glasses with the brown liquor. “When you look like you disapprove but won’t say anything because your too kind,” you said rising your eyebrow. “I don’t have that look, but anyway continue I promise to look neutral,” he smiled warmly passing you a large glass of whisky.

“Me and Sangyeon well yeah,”, “is that it, it was obvious you done him, you did everyone but me,” he cut you off smiling. “Well he filmed me, Younghoon filmed for him us having sex,” you said taking a mouthful of the liquid. “It was on the deal that Younghoon dated me properly and That it was done away from Sunwoo so he could come home,” you said before tsssking in to the air from your second sip as your throat burned. “But what has that got to do with this affair you’ve been accused of?” He asked taking a sip of his own with no reaction to the burn.

“Younghoon brought me some lingerie to use, he then showed Youngjae that video and apparently it’s Sunwoo filming and he brought me it,” you explained as he shook his head in confusion. “Wait so that would only prove you slept with Sunwoo at one point which he knew, I’m still confused here,” he said sinking into the sofa to face you.

“Youngjae found that same lingerie and saw me bin it, yet found it hanging back up in my wardrobe which is when this argument started,” you said looking at your glass. “Oh so he didn’t believe it till he saw the lingerie?” he asked as you nodded taking another sip. “So he’s mad you took it out the bin?” He questioned as you looked deadpan at him. “No that’s the thing Jacob, I really did bin it he saw me, even Chanhee did and he still don’t believe me either,” you replied as tears threatened. “So what your saying is Younghoon made Sangyeon lie, put story’s in Youngjae’s head and then sneaked in to your apartment to put an outfit from the bin back on the hanger,” he questioned like an accusation.

“This is what I’m on about Jacob you don’t believe me neither,” you said placing your drink on the table to stand. “Y/N I’m not saying I don’t believe you, just trying to find a time when Younghoon could have entered your flat. Especially when Chanhee has made it very aware he is not welcome,” he said as you thought for a second.

He had been too focused on causing a divide that he avoided your flat. “I’m confused if it’s not Younghoon that put it there then who?” You asked feeling confused and overwhelmed. “Look Y/N I believe you but please don’t accuse, you know what it feels like to be accused of things you haven’t done,” he said as you took another swig. “I will look into it for you. I know every single one of them so I’ll find out who’s clearly against you,” he said reassuringly as you sat back down.

You took the rest of the glass back bravely spluttering when it caught the back of your throat with a kick. “You ok Y/N?” he chuckled patting your back as you struggled to catch your breath. Nodding when your throat relaxed you past him your empty glass. “I will be when you fill this one up, I want to forget all this exists,” you said as Jacob frowned at you. “Do you think this is wise Y/N?” he asks with raised eyebrows. “You said this would help me get over it,” you said smiling as he breathed in deeply, moving to refill your glass. “So your going to get merrily drunk and then what?” He asked taking a sip of his drink. “Forget men exist, forget love exist and certainly forget sex exists,” you chuckle taking a bigger gulp of the whisky making a face as you let it finish its burn. “You don’t mean that,” he scoffs finishing his glass. “You could offer it to me on a plate and I wouldn’t except,” you joke. “You make it sound as if I’m just as sexy hot as the others,” Jacob says leaning to fill his own. “Bae Jacob your fucking hot, if you wasn’t out wife shopping I would have pounced on you immediately,” you chuckle feeling your tongue loose.

“Wife shopping?” He laughed sitting back into the sofa once more. “We all know your the sex on a married night kind of guy,” you add, feeling your body warm from the alcohol. “You really have that impression of me huh? He asked chuckling as you nodded. “Don’t get me wrong that’s a compliment Cobie, nice to know there’s a decent guy out there,” you smiled.

Leaning into you he whispers shyly, “if only you knew the hidden real me,” he smirks before sitting back. “Don’t shit me, me and you both know you would run away from some sexy vixen,” you say as your head feels tipsy. “Sexy Vixen, you mean you,” Jacob asks swigging the rest of his second glass back. “You think I’m Sexy?” You ask feeling aroused as Cute Jacob suddenly flirt attacks.

“I think your sexy, you think I’m some good virgin boy, only one of us can be right,” Jacob said placing the glass on the table. “So how come no one’s seen you with anyone,” you asked challenging him to give up his facade. “Take a look Doll, do I look like the kind of person to parade my lovers infrount of others,” he smiled insinuating this place was used for more then fish babysitting.

“I like to keep my victims my dirty little secrets,” he whispers into your ear as your core tightens. You snigger at his remark, despite being highly aroused as he smiles devilishly. “Don’t believe me huh?” He questions opening his legs that you could evidently view his hardening bulge. Thick thighs in your view has your core melt. “What you thinking Doll?” He said as he leans towards you.

“That I wished I saw this side of you when I was free to fuck you,” you said as your eyes got drunk over his. “But didn’t you say you and Youngjae was over,” he said placing a hair behind your ear. The thought of Youngjae piercing your mind cooled your heat down as tears pricked.

“Let me show you what I can teach you, let me make you forget him for a second,” he whispers as his lips found your jawline, peppering gentle kisses. “I don’t know If I can,” you cry, as his lips find there way to burn through your collarbone kissing them. “You wanted to see the hidden me,” he dared you between kisses as he let your hands rest over his bulge. “He left you, but I’m here,” Jacob purred as his lips found there way to yours. “I’ll alway be here, being who ever you want me to be,” he says against your lips.

Moving against you, you feel your haziness let Youngjae blur away. Jacob’s tongue heavy against you as you lose your self into his soft yet yearning kiss. Pulling on your top he pulls you towards him, legs straddling him so your kiss can deepen. Hands finding the flesh of your back, he holds you closer to him as your own find there way to his hair. Rocking on his thighs he thrusts against your clothed core as you feel the hunger in his kiss. Pulling your top from your head, his hands finds your clothed breasts as he kisses along them. Fingers returning back to your spine, he attempts to unclasp your bra tossing them to the side of the room. Hands on your waist he groans heavenly noticing the beauty of your naked top half. “Oh Y/N you are so fucking delicious to look at,” he coos as his eyes glaze over. I want to see these bounce when you fuck my cock,” he says almost salivating. “Then what you waiting for?” you say breathless from your burning building frustration. He lifts you up and carry’s you down the corridor your lips returning to his as your hand tackles at his T-shirt.

Kneeing the door, you enter the darken room between your intimate making out session, his hands struggling to find the light. Blinding you, your lips fall as you see his chest for the first time, defined muscle was clearly hiding as the desire to kiss each inch of his chest pulsates from you. “Jacob you been hiding more then the real you,” you gasped as he blushed. “Only you can go for the sexy death kill, yet blush at the same time,” you smirk as he lays you on the bed.

“Wait we doing this in your friends bed?” You ask looking around as he stood up letting his abs be more viewed. “No this is the spare room that I use when I’m here,” he smiled noticing your expression. “Bae Jacob do you know how fucking hot you are, why do you hide yourself?” You moan as you sit up to pull him closer to you.

Fingers dashing to the jean buttons you tug them and his boxers down. Gasping at his impressive member, you brush your finger down his veiny shaft emitting moans to slip. Pumping his hot throbbing shaft brought hooded eyes and pretty sounds to slip that brought a smile on your face. Parting your lips you take him into your mouth letting your tongue help to massage his cock as you bobble up and down him. Fingers in your hair Jacob loses himself to your mouth. Words of, “fuck,”,“shit,”, “so good,” & mantras of your name spills.

With shakey thighs, he pushes your shoulders back as a darker glaze then earlier covers his eyes.

“I need you,” he growls throwing himself at you that you fall back on to your back. Hungry lips and wandering hands attack your body as he devours you. Like you earlier his hands attack your jeans tossing them and your pants to the floor as a gasp leaves his throat. Biting his lip he salivates at the view of your glistering pussy. Before he gets ready to fully unleash over you, he reaches to his draw pulling out a few items.

“Can I use these on you?” he asks as he switches to his usual caring concerned self. Nodding he smiles as he helps to tie the blindfold around your eyes, kissing every inch of your face once finishing. Pushing your thighs backwards he pressed his knees to keep them up, pulling your hands down tying each hand to an ankle, stricting your movement. “If this is too much doll just say,” he purs with slight concern in his voice. “What’s the safe word?“ You ask as you feel his fingers brush up and down the flesh on the stretched muscles restricting you. “Just say stop, I’m just a simple yet unique in my own way guy,” he whispers as his fingers find your clit.

Rubbing eights into your throbbing nub he lets a few moans escape. Fingers falling to you as he curves them sweetly against your walls till he reaches your sweet spot. Walls clenching around them, your back arches as it pulls on your rope burning your skin. Hissing into the air he stifles a small chuckle as he speeds his rhythm into you. “Doll your voice falling apart sounds so sexy and hot,” he says deeply that you feel your orgasm build.

Pulling his fingers away you hear the sound of lubrication and anticipation hit you. Feeling the plastic stretch you as it pushes into your core has you pulling on your restraints. “Oh Y/N, look at you so feeble and weak, my cock hasn’t even entered yet too,” he mocks as he brings what you worked out is a dildo out to slam back in. Cry’s filling the air, his chuckle sounds more wicked as if he’s enjoying you crumbling at his slow burning torture. But nothing prepares for the evil cackle leave each time he slams it in you, which vibrates up your core.

Hearing the buzz in the air your core tightens around his torture when it hits your nub. The vibration on your clit has his attack on your core from the toy soaks tears into your blindfold. “Doll do you still think me as an innocent virgin,” he asks as he hits the lowest setting. “No,” you wail as your brain try’s to picture your sweet natured Jacob. Slams speeding from the dildo, he sets the vibration of the wand to the highest. Laughter as you scream in attempts to hold the tethering orgasm away, has him struggle to contain his amusement. Seconds before you fall off the edge, he turns the wand off, as your thighs burn from the position.

Silence fills the air as you fear what he has planned next as your throbbing nub calms, but yet burns with frustration. When he thinks you’ve calmed enough he switches the wand back on high. Crys returning to the air, he returns his thrust of the plastic in your heat. “Oh how I’ve imagined seeing you so broken, but now I need you broken under me,” he growls. Tethering orgasm threatening once more, your thighs shaking being your warning signal betrays you.

Stopping immediately once more has cry’s of frustration escape. “Oh Doll what’s up your not an withering mess over sweet innocent Cobie are you,” he mocks. “Cobie please, please,” you whine as he chuckles sounding pleased at your pleading. “Please what, what do you want doll?,” he playfully asks. “I need your cock, I need you,” you beg as he slips the Dildo from your core.

“You need this do you doll,” he teases as he slips the head of his member into your core but slips it out instantly. “Huh baby?” He coos repeating. “More Cobie,” you plead, as he continues. “More what?” He says playing dumb, as your throbbing nub feels on fire. “I need more of your cock,” you cry as he chuckles once more. “What like this,” he asks as he slams deep in you before pulling straight out leaving you empty and frustrated again.

“Fuck me please,” you cry louder feeling the frustration burn through your body at his torture. Placing the head in once more he fucks just the tip in and out slowly deliberately. Pulling on the rope not caring for the burn from frustration has the opposite effect making you more sensitive. “Please,” you beg once more to fall on deafen ears when he continues with the tip of his member fucking into you.

“But if I fuck you, your cum straight away, I can’t have you being greedy,” he whines into the air. “I promise I won’t just please fuck me,” you beg. “Oh doll do you know how hearing you beg really turns me on,” he coos. “But as your begging so nicely I’ll help you out, but you can’t cum,” he says as he slams all the way.

Stilling for a short minute, your thighs pulled further back, stinging your stretched muscles he sets his rhythm. You can’t move to his deep thrusts into your core, equally setting your frustration higher. Orgasm rushing into you, you struggle as your walls clamp around his shaft. “Fuck, shit,” you cry as his speed increases. “Don’t you dare cum,” Jacob threatens as his hands find your nipple tweaking them. Throwing your head back to the overwhelming sensation Jacobs pushing into your body, you feel seconds from snapping. The pain of holding your orgasm back burning your core that you can’t hold on much longer. “I can’t do this, it hurts,” you cry, but he has little mercy speeding into you, his own sounds escaping as he gets lost in his own world. “Don’t you dare,” falls repeated from his lips, “not yet,” he adds as you feel slight relief that he’s close to cuming.

But instead of helping bringing both your orgasm he slips himself from you leaving you empty & burning. “Fuck, fuck,” you cry tinged with anger as being left with no relief. “Oh doll, you didn’t think I would go easy on you did you?” He mocks. “I told you hidden Jacob was too dark for you,” he chuckles as he rubs his hard tip around your clit as you thrash your head into the pillow behind, letting your rope burn you further more. “Stop stop,” you cry not handling any more as the room falls into silence.

You feel the ropes untie as your arms and legs flop to the bed, the sensation of the rope burn making your body rush in adrenaline. Hands slipping under your head he unties the blindfold and like the dark Jacob you never visually viewed, he has returned back to your Jacob.

His lips pressing to your tears sweetly as he tossed his ego away. “It’s ok, I’m here,” he coos letting his lips return to yours the most gentle and soft against you. “Please let me cum,” you beg as his eyes look lost and doe eyed in your expression as he nods. Pressing himself in, he fills your core fully, fingers lacing with yours, his eyes never leave you. It’s like he doesn’t want to miss a second as he rolls himself deep in. “Cum on my cock doll,” he coos, “I promise I won’t deprive you anymore,” he adds and you know that he’s ready to take you softly.

Walls clamping around him as you let your weakened legs wrap around his lower back, you bring your pelvis to meet him. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm previously denied to throw itself in you. Nails digging into his shoulder, that you feel wetted with blood at the tips as you convulse around his thrusting cock. “Oh you look so pretty when you cum,” he compliments before you milk his seed from the orgasm that hits through Him seconds later.

Panting he collapses on you as your hands massage his scalp, words not leaving either your lips as you succumb to the slumber that exhaustion throws in to you.

Waking you find yourself alone, your eyes finding a chocolate croissant, some paracetamols and orange juice on the side. Your clothes cleaned are folded on the chair across the room with your mobile on the top. You crawl still feeling sore from the thighs muscle cramps from being restrained, you grab your mobile.

You find the first message from Jacob.

‘We shouldn’t have done that last night, I don’t regret it, I regret not doing it sooner because I’m now a shitty friend. Please eat and leave when your ready. I’ll fix this I promise, Jacob xx’

There was another from Youngjae.

‘Can we talk please, I know you didn’t go home yesterday so please tell me your safe’

You heart panged in your chest as guilt flooded you. You slept with one of his closest friends the second things got rough. Every one was right you was nothing but a whore. Last night was definitely a lesson, a lesson on how to fuck up and make a mistake.

Youngjae’s face dropped when you let your confession out to him when you met with him at the pond.

“Please tell me I heard that wrong,” he cried pain filling his features that made your stomach burn in pain. “I got drunk and slept with your friend,” you repeated wincing looking to the floor.

“I was wrong about you, totally wrong about you,” he cry’s standing up. “First Sunwoo and Sangyeon and now Jacob, and you have the nerve to blame all that open relationship bullshit on Younghoon,” he growls shaking in anger. “I never slept with Sunwoo and Sangyeon behind your back, I’ve told you this already someone set me up,” you cry standing up too.

“You expect me to believe now after this, after Jacob, the one guy I trusted to not stab me in the back,” he snarls. “Youngjae I’m no liar, if I was don’t you think I would have kept what me and Jacob did a secret, what do I have to gain in telling you?” You pleaded with him. “Look I’m sorry I went there and I don’t expect you to take me back, but I went to him because you left me and broke me,” you said as his eyes widened.

“Left you? I left the apartment because I couldn’t bare seeing you, yes ok maybe there could be a chance you’ve been set up, but now you go off with someone the second you find an excuse,” he snarled. “Youngjae please,” you beg touching his shoulder that he shrugs it off. “Don’t touch me, I came to meet with you to tell you my flight leaves for Los Angeles this evening,” he said as your heart sinks.

You slept with his friend the second the relationship fell upon it sword, you had no right to feel hurt that he was leaving you. But despite that you couldn’t let him go so easily.

“Please don’t leave me,” you cried holding on to him like a desperate puppy. “Don’t Y/N, me and you should have been jetting off together but nope, you and your whoring had other plans,” he growls as he turned with tears in his own eyes. “Please Youngjae,” you cried falling to the floor as he turned his features soft as he contemplated coming back to you. Instead he turned around and walked away, leaving you, your friends and Seoul.

You sat on the bench for what felt like hours silently sobbing as the cold night approached. Looking into the sky you wondered if he had already left, before more sobs fell. Turning your phone off you saw Jacob’s name flash after two refused calls from Chanhee half an hour earlier, you closed your eyes.

It shouldn’t have been Youngjae leaving it should have been you, your life was falling apart because you let those 11 guys turn your head. One taste of sexual experience had turned you into a sex craving whore and ruined your life. Youngjae was right it wasn’t completely Younghoon, you had enjoyed every experience befallen you. Yet the one you wanted to experience every day was currently in the air flying away.

“Y/N,” you heard the familiar voice behind you as you looked up to find Kevin and Jacob. “He knows I told him,” you said, “I’m no liar,” you added as Jacob pulled his hoodie back. “I know,” he said smiling painfully from the split lip, and bruised eye, that from the street lights looked nasty. “He did that?” You asked as he nodded, “sorry,” you whispered. “I deserved it,” he added as he sat next to you.

“He left obviously,” you said tears falling from your eyes as he pulled you into his safe warm chest. “I promised I’d look after you and I will,” he said holding you tight. “I’ll be who ever you need me to be,” he said repeating his words from the previous night.

“However, there’s something you need to know, I got you your answers,” he said as you wiped your eyes listening. “Tell her Kevin,” Jacob said glaring at him as your face turned to look his way. “Y/N it was Bibi, she was the one that made Younghoon & Sangyeon lie,” he said looking sorrowful.

Your head swarmed in confusion but it made sense. She was in the apartment when you binned the lingerie. But why? Why would she ruin what you had with Youngjae?

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End notes; Hope you’ve enjoyed each members chapter of smut. However, I hope you can’t wait to return on 22nd to find out who wins Y/N. Youngjae? Sunwoo? Younghoon? Jacob? or maybe someone else 😉.

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