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meiideryz · 1 year

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unexpected but sweet.

pairing: chittaphon leechaiyapornkul x reader

length: 1.02k

tags: alternative universe, established relationship, boyfriend!ten, mentions of working, nap sessions, first kiss, tooth-rotting fluff, basically everything is just sweet

warnings: none.

afternoon nap sessions were your favorite, along with your boyfriend for almost a year. ten just loved the yellow hue of the sun penetrating through the translucent soft fabrics of the curtains, creating a lovely color painting the living room. he just loved to lay on the sofa with his favorite music playing on his phone for a bgm, and he would pull you into his embrace to nap with him whenever you came home from work.

it became a regular thing for the two of you, especially during weekends. you'd be there laying on his stomach while his arms are stretched out, caressing the sides of your body to soothe you into your slumber. ten loves being comfortable around you, in any way just to make you feel safe around him.

but it was always just cuddling, combing your hair, surprising you with his drawings of you, and anything else. however, ten never kissed you and vice versa during your eleven months of dating each other. maybe it was because none of you had the courage to initiate the first kiss, despite the closeness ten and you had developed.

he was with a friend the other day, unusually asking him if he had ever kissed you, and to his response, only a loud scream filled the room as he hid his face with the palms of his hands.

sure, he had relationships in the past with whom he kissed before, but when it comes to you, ten didn't want a simple first kiss where you both don't find it good, he wanted to make it memorable for the both of you.

maybe today has just been the day that he would actually do it.

before you left the apartment, he suggested to go on a picnic at the park later after you finish work. a grin plastered on his face when you agreed to his plan as he wrapped his arms around you to say goodbye.

during the times you weren't around, he'd play and feed his cats in his bedroom, or he would make a dish from your recipe book to improve his cooking skills, or do his art commissions online, but once it hit afternoon, it was time for another nap session.

he stretched his arms up to the air as he yawned out, indicating that he's eyelids were starting to fall down. ten slithers on the sofa, the soft cushions of the furniture relaxed him which made him curl into a ball like a cat would do when it's kicked back.

the silence inside the room was able to get him sleepy, eyes heavy at the feeling before dreamland awaits him in his sleep.

🥮

his nap didn't last long when he heard noise coming from the kitchen. a sound of a kettle boiling and your sweet humming in the distance. did he sleep for too long? he wanted to open his eyes to check but he was too sleepy to even open them and get up.

the lovely aroma of parmesan, bacon, and garlic filled his nose as he inhaled the delicious scent of the carbonara sauce being cooked. the way ten melted even more when the sound of your singing voice echoed the whole apartment, followed by a cracked voice and laughter filling the atmosphere.

when it comes to singing, everyone in your circle of friends thought how good you are, but ten was just something else. in your opinion, ten has the best voice, knowing too well he used to be in a music club during your college years. he brings his guitar to sing with his friends under the bleachers where you first met him.

there was a moment of silence inside the room, and ten couldn't help but slightly open his eyes to inspect what was happening.

and when he did, he almost let out a gasp, finding you in front of him. ten cursed in his mind, unable to do anything when you're this close to his face. usually he would pull you now to cuddle with him, but he stayed still in shock.

what was supposed to do in this kind of situation? the tension's incredibly high and his soul is leaving his body at the sight of you looking at him this close. he would've said 'love looking at my face too much?' right now but none of it came out of his mouth.

then everything felt like time had stop. it's cheesy to think about it but ten thought otherwise. and just a few centimeters left, you can easily close the gap between your lips to his. he waited, eyes closed shut this time, expecting to feel the soft moistness of your lips.

it never did. to his surprise, you pulled away out of embarrassment when he tried to slightly open his eyes one more time. well, if you won't do it, he will. ten finally opened his eyes, surprising you before a hand snaked around your neck to pull you into a kiss.

a burst of laughter left both of your lips when ten pulled you to the sofa with him, accidentally bumping each other's foreheads.

"you surprised me! i thought you were asleep the whole time!" you exclaimed, gasping for a breath as you playfully hit him on the chest.

"i was supposed to give you your first kiss later at our picnic date, but it seems like you were so impatient." ten pouts, only to see you laughing harder, hands reaching out to place both sides on his face to pull him into another sweet kiss. good god, your lips are just too perfect, a little too perfect where it molded so perfectly with his.

ten couldn't help but gently bit the bottom lip, then slowly, sweetly, kissed you again. his heartbeat rapidly going crazy at the taste of your peppermint lip balm. he can't get enough of it, he can't get enough of you, ten needs to be drowned with your kisses. "did i ruin our first kiss then?"

"it doesn't matter, every kiss we will share will always be memorable to me."

"then, so do i."

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jaembluey-writes · 2 years

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cookie stealer

pairings: sunghoon + gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 126 words

warnings: mention of cookies.

general taglist: send an ask to be added!

reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

"love, I already said I'm sorry. please look at me" sunghoon begged as you ignored him, playing on your phone while your back was facing him.

he circled his arms on your waist from behind, leaving kisses on your neck.

"hoon, I told you not to eat my cookie. it was my favorite cookie!"

"I know and I'm sorry, okay? I promise to buy you a dozen of them when we go to the grocery store"

you faced him after hearing his reply, laying your head on his chest, "promise?"

he then placed his finger on your chin to look up at him, kissing your forehead, "pinky promise"

satisfied with his answer, you hugged him closer, "now cuddle me"

he chuckled, "as you wish, my love"

#multifandomnet #kmysticsnet #im back ig?? still struggling 😭#park sunghoon fluff #sunghoon fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enha scenarios #enha imagines #enha fluff #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios

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daystiny · 2 years

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~ love is a music box ~

Pairing: cursed!jung jaehyun X fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Comfort

Warnings: crying, anxiety

Word Count: 1.2k

AN: Happy birthday to Sammie!! @0429a I'm sorry for making this late :( I've had the idea of writing this for a while now, and I wanted to write it for you! I hope you enjoy this story, and a happy belated birthday ❤️

I will tell you a story or unrequited love, a romance that could’ve ended better. Love that would have reciprocated on one side if the other had the chance - if he could express what he felt inside. If he had not been exiled into the confines of a music box for all of eternity.

There was once a man named Jung Jaehyun. His age was unknown; his birthplace - untalked of, his likes and dislikes - also not to anyone’s knowledge. Some people even questioned his existence. Years ago, they wondered whether or not it was truly possible to fall in love at first sight. But now, there was no doubt in the world that it was possible, and that it would be Jaehyun who made everyone who took as much as a glance become absolutely infatuated with him.

And soon, it was widely held that it was possible to fall in love more than once - with the same person. To fall for his charm, then his physique, his lips, his smirk, his stare, - his perfection.

And they adored his voice, above all! They loved when he would sing aloud on the street during his morning walks and on his way back from work. Jaehyun blessed the neighbourhood with a merry morning call and pulled them in to sleep with a lullaby.

Jaehyun knew well of the countless eyes on him, and yet, he was never able to make a single emotional connection with anyone. He didn’t mind the appreciation of others, but he feared the opposite circumstance, if it came to be. He didn’t fear hatred - for he was as full of self love as he was with flowing compassion for others.

Jaehyun feared indifference - what life would be like if everyone’s perception of one another was not of admiration, nor of resent. If there was no perception at all. If nothing meant anything to anybody - not even his loved ones - not even the ones he meets on a regular basis. If he could contribute nothing to this world.

Jaehyun feared that one day, he’d only be seen as a pretty face; that he’d only be heard as a pretty voice. He was afraid of not being observed for his potential, that his thoughts and beliefs would never be listened to.

And that made the man shudder by himself in his room. The thought shook Jaehyun awake one night. Frantically, he made his best efforts to reason with himself. “Do they just like the look of me?,” he murmured to himself. “Could I even make a single friend in my life?”.

Eventually, he broke down, not knowing whether his self-talk was his denial or truth. “I just wish they’d stop gawking at me!”, his voice croaked. Jaehyun tried to snap out of his fear by calming down. He let the tears he had been holding fall down to his porcelain cheeks, onto his silk sheets and pillow - the ones who understood his struggle most of all.

It took a thousand clicks of the wall clock to lull his overwhelmed brain to sleep.

And one harsh, metal snap to wake him up.

Starting the next day, all of Jaehyun’s worries and anxieties became reality. He had lost all physical sensation and his entire body. His inhalations and exhalations were defined by the grinding of metal that echoed ever so slightly in the grand void of his surroundings.

“Am I dead?”

The man’s eyes widened. He did not say that. He knew he didn’t. He couldn’t even say anything, but it was as if his thoughts were occupying the hollow confines of… whatever prison he was trapped in. His lingering thoughts rebounded in the space, getting louder this time, and driving him mad. He had no hands to block his ears, no body to curl himself into and keep him safe.

He was entirely, completely vulnerable to himself.

The agonising sentiment died away when he heard some booming footsteps approach, and he could observe the scene of a gift shop through a tiny keyhole. He felt his vision blur, making him dizzy, as though he was moving quickly from one place to another.

Until he was placed on a lower platform.

“That’ll be ₩10,000.”

“Thank you,”

The quick switching of hands, from the salesman to the woman who bought the box he was locked in, made Jaehyun feel a rush of emotions in his head. “Where are you taking me? Who are you? Was I just sold??”

The man experienced a second rush of anxiety and his deafening thoughts attacked him again. He wanted to dissociate with himself, but at the moment, he had no self. No purpose. He continuously expected the worst as his attack drew near.

That was until the lady left the shop and flipped a switch on the tiny box she had purchased. Jaehyun was silenced immediately, and in his panic, he expected to be rushed over with even more stress.

However, a cool wave of happiness came over him. For the first time since the morning, Jaehyun felt relaxed. Happy, even. He even felt the desire to sing a little, as he usually does at the break of dawn. Even at a later time in the day, he could be her morning call.

But a melody he had never heard before rang from the box.

“So whenever you ask me again

How I feel

Please remember

My answer is you”

Jaehyun paused, confused by what had just occurred, until he heard the woman who bought him speak again.

“Who would’ve thought that a music box could sing with such a pretty voice?” she whispered. Jaehyun didn’t know whether this was a rhetorical question or not, but he made his best attempt to answer her anyway:

“In all honesty, miss, I’m really not sure,”

Unfortunately, the lady didn’t hear him. She simply placed the box into her purse and walked on. It was later on when the man had registered what she had called, and to his horror, Jaehyun realised:

“Wait. I’m… a music box?”

Timeskip…

About a year had passed since the lady - who he now knew as Y/N - had bought the music box from the store. Over the first few days of sitting on her bedside table, Jaehyun believed he’d dread every moment he spent as an inanimate object, despising every other time she would click the box’s setting to make him play the same song. Shortly after, he didn’t really mind. It was a sweet melody, but he didn’t write it, and had never heard it before. It felt ungenuine to him.

Over time, Jaehyun realised that the only one he could sing was insufficient in expressing his message. He wanted to convey more - to give more music to Y/N’s heart. He wrote songs in his spare time, while he and Y/N were in the same room: while he watched her struggle and succeed throughout her journey in university and laugh on the phone with her friends with a smile larger than life. Jaehyun fell deeper and deeper in her warm embrace that she offered simply with her words and attention. He was starting to love Y/N.

“I love you, Y/N L/N”, he whispered. He let the sentiment flow through the expanse, allowing it to echo in the passages of the music box, of his soul. He played it over and over again in the space of his being, hoping that he could tell you one day and that you’d hear him.

“먼 길을 다시 돌아간다 해도

난 여전히 같은 맘일 테니까

We'll be alright

I want to try again”

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hermioneromanoff1 · 2 years

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Masterlist

sorry if its a bit empty . i just started . The rest on my tumblr is photos and rants. Also feel free to request anything .

keys : Smut: ꧞ Fluff: ♥︎ Crack: ☻ Angst: .•°

BTS :

Kim Namjoon / Rm :

Pov: You’re Namjoon’s massage therapist ♥︎☻

Random talks with namjoon ♥︎☻

You deserve it ♥︎

Kim Taehyung / V :

I respect your opinion , except i dont . ♥︎☻

Jikook ( Jimin+ Jungkook ship) :

Sweet Punishment ꧞

Marvel:

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes :

Bucky Barnes Headcanon ♥︎꧞

Pick up lines w/ buck ☻

Harry Potter :

Mattheo riddle :

This isn’t Romeo and Juliet .•°

#multi fandoms posts #multifandom account #multifandomnet #multifandom fic #multifandom imagines #multifandom writer #multifandom masterlist

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neos127 · 3 years

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txt when they see another member’s photo card in your phone case !

pairing: ot5 x gn!reader wc: 310 genre: fluff warnings: none ©gyuuss

yeonjun

this man is so dramatic. literally gets all whiny while he latches onto you and is like, “why is taehyun on the back of your phone?🥺🥺” you try ignoring the man but he. will. not. let. you. go. doesn’t leave your side until you finally change the photo card to his.

soobin

he does a double take when he sees yeonjun’s pc in your phone case. soobin isn’t the one to collapse at your feet about it but he’ll let you know of his jealousy subtly. gives you puppy dog eyes and a small pout to make you feel guilty. he’ll grab his photo card and wave it in your face until you (unwillingly) put it in your phone case.

beomgyu

dramatic pt 2 except he doesn’t hide it <33 will make many noises of disapproval when he sees soobin’s (godly blue hour) photo card in your phone case. he’ll change it without telling you and believe that he did smth :/ just to spite him you change it back every time. better hide soobin before beomgyu kills him for simply being in your phone case.

taehyun

a bit surprised tbh. he’ll stare at your phone case like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. gives you a disapproving look before taking your phone and and grabbing his photo card. he crushes kai’s photo card like it’s nothing and replaces it with his </3 kai was appalled when he found it on the floor of their dorms.

huening kai

literally does not care. he sees beomgyu’s photo card in your case and doesn’t think twice about it. he knows that beomgyu is your friend. you try to brag about it to get kai riled up but it doesn’t work. “i can’t believe i pulled beomgyu, i love his pc so much.” “i know right, i pulled him too.” unbothered mf

taglist @junityy @koishua @hanniesss @iuwon @choiwrld @bluhr @faetarou @tyunni @karsohn @yyxy27 @dj-fart @pr0dbeomgyu @envirae @spookybias @girlsfortxt @xysthe @changmin-wrlds @sooblvr @eternallyhyucks @rae-blogging @iminchaosnow @jannine00742 @chaoticdreaminisode @hobistigma @yeoforce @butterfly-skinnylegend

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channoticedmeuwu · 3 years

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

p : yeonjun × fem!reader | g : fluff, humor, best friend!yeonjun | w : robbing a bank, swearing, they almost get arrested, there's a dirty joke or two but nothing sexual

a/n : brainrot he looked so hot lmfao

inspired by yeonjun in LO$ER = LO♡ER !

yeonjun slammed the door of the car, throwing what looked like a black duffel bag underneath the back seat and looking around, checking the mirrors.

"the hell—" y/n stared at him, confused. His bare arms were slowly beading with sweat, his lips looked cherry red as ever, as if he had bitten them in thought. The panicked glint in his eyes grew as y/n turned behind him to investigate what was going on.

"don't!" he yelled, grabbing her hand, making her look up to him, "the cops are on the way."

"I'm sorry, who is on their way!?"

"you heard me, you deaf bitch," he coughed, checking the ac vents. His voice was shaking, "just act natural!"

A siren sounded in the background as y/n stared at him, blue and red lights blinking into the car and illuminating his face. "did you just rob the bank!?"

"fuck—" he looked behind, and snapped the car light off, looking around in panic, "it was a spur of the moment, I don't know what to—"

"don't hate me for this," y/n sighed, grabbing his shoulders and leaning into a kiss. His breath hitched as he protested with a little, "hm!?" but realized it was for the best, and went along with it.

in attempts to make it look as natural as possible, y/n played with back of his hair, pulling herself closer onto his lap and holding his neck. In the background, she could hear the police car stop behind them, and the door to slam shut, followed by footsteps.

Maybe yeonjun didn't hear this, or maybe he was too caught up in the moment of involuntarily lacing his fingers around her waist, because he mumbled something against her lips. He tasted something like the taste of metal coins. Maybe his lips were really bleeding. "why are you so good at this?"

Before she could reply, there was a tap on the door, and yeonjun pulled away from the kiss, turning around. His hands still rested on her waist.

"can I help you, officer?" he asked as innocently as possible, pulling down the window. The officer narrowed his eyes to y/n, her face already burning with the thought that she had been caught making out with choi yeonjun himself. He peered into the car, looking around suspiciously.

he coughed, pointing at the bank behind them, "this is a no parking zone, kids, get a room somewhere else."

yeonjun stuttered a bit at that, and y/n hid her beetroot-red face in the crook of his neck. Why did he smell so strongly of cologne?

"were not—" he blankly stared at the officer, tongue numbing, "I mean, she's not—"

"whatever," the cop was taking no interest anymore, writing something onto a ticket, "this is still not a parking zone! I'm still gonna charge you."

"yeah," yeonjun glanced at y/n, the corner of his lips curling with a sinister smirk.

"don't let me catch you kids making out around here again!" he threw the ticket at yeonjun, sighing and walking away. "Kids these days," they caught him mumbling as he walked away, rubbing his forehead, "no shame at all."

yeonjun sighed as he rolled up the window, letting out a relieved laugh. He felt her fingers still linger at the back of his neck. He looked down at her, his lips a little puffy and his eyes twinkling, looking a little sweet.

"did we just kiss?"

y/n punched his chest, pushing herself off him. Her heartbeat was all over the place, trying to stabilize her ragged breath, "fuck you!"

"...well then—"

"we could have gone to fucking jail!" she yelled, pointing at him, "or you could have gone to jail, or something worse could have happened, or—"

"relax, y/n," he shook his head, starting the car. Her words were definitely imbedded with some sort of worry, "I'm fine."

"yeah, but what if!"

the car's engine whirred to life, and he glanced behind her, putting an arm behind her seat. "forget the 'what ifs', I still can't believe you kissed me."

"what else was I supposed to do?" she sighed, giving herself a slap on her cheek, "I literally had no other option."

"I never said I was disappointed," he chuckled underneath his breath, licking his lips. His toes were vibrating, he could feel his heartbeat in his head, "we should do it again, sometime."

"haha," she rolled her eyes, "choi yeonjun actually liked the kiss? You're funny, haha!"

he drummed his fingers on the wheel, whistling as they approached a red light. He looked at her, his cheeks burning and his tongue dry. If he was capable of cracking jokes, he wasn't joking now. His heartbeat sounded like the loudest thing in that car.

"why would I lie about something like this when we almost got arrested, you dumb bitch?"

she stared at him blankly, blinking at him. "you fucker," she laughed in disbelief, managing to crack him up to, "are you confessing to me right now or insulting me at my face?"

he hummed, licking his lips. The tips of his hair were becoming damper and damper from the sweat, despite the fact that the car was air conditioned.

"why don't you kiss me again and I'll tell you the answer of that afterwards?"

"and risk getting pulled over and fined for the second time in the same night?"

he started the car as the light turned green, entering onto the highway and stepping on the accelerator.

"that's a risk I'm willing to take."

txt : masterlist

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seungkwan-s · 3 years

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title: second chances

summary; every year on september 1st, ten million random people will have their soulmate markings revealed. unfortunately your soulmate is none other than lee heeseung, a boy who's held a petty grudge against you for ten years. and while you're dealing with the news of who you're destined to be with, your best friend confesses his feelings for you.

genres; soulmate au, love triangle, enemies-to-lovers, unrequited love, pining, angst, fluff, comedy

pairing: non-idol!lee heeseung x female reader, ft second lead non-idol!jay park x female reader

warnings; some swearing, heartbreak

starring: members of enhypen ft itzy's ryujin

release date: 22/08 to 29/11

status: COMPLETED.

a/n: i've wanted to do an enhypen sm au for a while, and now i'm doing one and i'm so excited!! 💞

current taglist: @preciousdeerchild @chaoticdreaminisode @staysstrays @fylithia @wooyoung-a @katyasrussianaccent @geminirules @lix-freckle3

THIS IS NOT RELATED TO ENHYPEN IN ANY WAY. THIS IS PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

y/n's group - heeseung's group - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - fifteen - sixteen - seventeen - eighteen - nineteen - twenty - twenty one - twenty two - twenty three - twenty four - twenty five - twenty six - twenty seven

#kpopscape #ficscafe #multifandomnet #enhypen social media au #enhypen sm au #enhypen fanfic #lee heeseung x reader #jay park x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff

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omaluv · 3 years

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— 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

MARK. — one time, he hears you complain about how cold you feel whenever you step out of the shower. ever since then, he makes it a habit to put your towel in the dryer right before you get in, so when you step out, you have a freshly warmed towel to use.

RENJUN. — he maintains eye contact with you while you speak because he wants you to know that he's always, always paying attention to you and listening to whatever you have to say. you just mean so much to him, and it breaks his heart to even imagine you thinking otherwise.

JENO. — since he's not all that much of a picky eater, he often eats the parts of your food that you don't really like. and even when you tell him that he doesn't have to, he insists that he doesn't mind doing it for you. (he'd do anything for you, really.)

HAECHAN. — whenever he sees you sleeping soundly, he makes sure to be a lot quieter so that he doesn't accidentally wake you. he knows how important being able to rest is, what with the nature of his career, so he makes it a point never to disturb you. plus, he thinks you're absolutely adorable when you sleep.

JAEMIN. — he keeps a note in his notes app of all the things he's learned about you, like your favorite things, what makes you smile, and even just the little stories you've told him. it makes him so happy every time he learns something new about his favorite person, and he wants to make sure he doesn't forget a single thing.

CHENLE. — you notice how he always has at least one hair tie around his wrist. he tells you that it's because he wants to make sure that you have one to tie your hair with any time you might need it since he knows how often you forget to bring one.

JISUNG. — every time you're both on a sidewalk, he never lets you walk on the side nearest to the road and his hand rests on the small of your back at all times. some might say he's overreacting, but he just wants to make sure that if anything happens, you'll most likely be safe.

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taem-min-archived · 3 years

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Telephone

PAIRING || Baekhyun x female reader ft. Kibum, Taeyeon, Taeyong, Irene

GENRES || Horror, 911 operator Baekhyun, X-EXO Baekhyun.

SUMMARY || The telephone calls from his ex girlfriend was scaring him. Especially when she claimed that he murdered her.

WC || 1.8k

WARNINGS || horror, character deaths

A/N || This story probably isn’t that scary but I loved it so much. Off lately I’ve become really interested in 911 calls and so I really wanted to do this for Baekhyun as he had got the highest number of votes along with Kai.

TAGGING || @fifty-shades-of-mischeif @xavi-in-kpopland @whatudoing @midnightmoi @moonswhite @shrutiajit @cerisetalks @exoxobsession @nctisthecity @woo-minhee02 @roroswitherose (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

“911, please state your emergency.”

Static. He waited for a minute more but there still wasn’t any sound coming from the other side.

Baekhyun sighed exasperatedly, sure that this was another prank call. Halloween night was looming close which also meant teenagers found it funny to call the operators up at night to scare them.

But he was used to this. After all, this was what he was trained for.

He was about to hang up the call when he heard a sound. Immediately he jerked back the phone to his ear and strained them to hear anything, but now he could hear a buzzing sound.

“Hello? How can I help-”

“Help.”

He inhaled sharply, the woman’s raspy voice very clear in the empty office. Baekhyun was the only one serving shift in his floor currently, and the only thing accompanying him was the soft beeping on the seven screens in front of him and the buzzing of the fluorescent tube lights above him.

"Ma'am, what is happening?"

His fingers flew across the keyboard, noting down the number first and then quickly texting the other department to find out the location of the call.

"Pl-please help. Make him stop." The woman whispered, her ragged breath harsh against his ears.

"You need to tell me what is happening so that I can help you. What is your name ma'am?"

He was still calm, he had enough experience to know what would happen if he lost his cool too.

A message dinged on one of his screens indicating that they had traced the nearest cell tower of the cell phone.

"Officer Lee." He said, already on the other line, talking to the nearest official he could see. "We have a 911 emergency of abuse."

"Roger that. Address?"

"It's…" Baekhyun's voice trailed off on seeing the address. No way- How was that possible?

The address was his house.

He cleared his throat, sure that the address was wrong since they tracked the nearest cell tower, and that could be miles away from the destination.

“The address shows my house but I think it means nearby places.”

There was a pause, as though Taeyong too seemed to be trying to process this.

“On my way.”

“Ma’am,” Baekhyun said, back to line one, “if you could tell me your name or your address, or even what is happening to you I could help you out.”

His eyes were trained to look at all the monitors at once, one monitoring the small dot that represented Taeyong heading towards the destination, another with a blank form about the caller and another one where he was rapidly typing what he was hearing, ready to call in other emergencies in case he heard something.

“Help. Why don’t you help me? Please help.”

“Ma’am help is on the way-”

There was a loud pop as all the lights went out and the only source now was his computer screens. Baekhyun wasn’t scared of the dark ever, another reason he never minded this night shift as a Dispatch Operator but the growing sounds of gurgling and growling in the telephone line was causing shivers to travel down his spine.

“Baekhyun…” The woman rasped, this time sounding like she had gargled razors and Baekhyun felt his blood turn cold.

H-How did she know his name?

The hair on his nape stood up as his breathing came out in pants on this unusual call. With a jolt, he realised how lonely he was, not a single soul on his floor whilst he was plunged in darkness.

The call cut off abruptly, and at the same time the power surged to life.

Yet, the cold feeling hadn't left Baekhyun as though he could still hear the woman gargling in his ear.

“Byun?”

He jerked as the second line came to life, Taeyong’s voice clear through the landline.

“H-Hey. Did you find anything?” He tried not to sound shaken, but it was hard because the more he tried to ignore, the more the feeling of foreboding grew in him.

“Nothing. We will be needing to get a more specific address. Your entire apartment seems safe to me. Is she still on the line?”

Baekhyun exhaled.

“No. She cut the call. I don’t think she needs help anymore. She sounded alright at the end.” He lied.

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we follow the protocol still-”

“She told me so.” Baekhyun snapped, and Taeyong quieted down.

He sighed, rubbing his template, trying to forget what he heard. Being a 911 operator, there was bound to be such horrors right? He had heard some similar stories of ghost calls from his superiors.

"Well then...I suppose that's it huh? Are you calling it a night?"

Baekhyun felt his heart leap to his throat.

Calling it a night? On any other day he would have loved to crash on to his bed but all of a sudden going back to his house seemed like a distant nightmare, something which would haunt him and tear him apart.

"N-no. I'll continue my shift. Besides, Kibum won't wake up if I call him now."

"You sound...scared. We've dealt with these before, right?" Taeyong asked, clearly concerned for him.

"Y-yeah. I'll hang up now."

As soon as the phone went down, Baekhyun buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the horrible sounds he had heard.

But the more he tried to forget them, the more he was convinced that they were no more voices in his head but were coming from the room.

I’m hallucinating. I’ve gone mad.

He got up and walked upstairs, walking into a similar room to see only two occupants in the entire floor. Night shifts were starting to become rare.

“Hey Taeyeon.” Baekhyun said, approaching the older female of the two women working as dispatch at this time.

“Hey Baek- Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Baekhyun smiled sheepishly, taking a seat between Taeyeon and Joohyun.

“You know, calls these days. As Halloween approaches things get creepy.”

“I think I’ll leave this job after a year. There’s only so much I can handle such depressing news and situations.” Joohyun muttered, eyes still raking over the screens.

“So, uh, I was wondering if you both could take my shift. I, uh, the last call-”

He really didn't know how to explain the call.

But they were already nodding, understanding his unexplained fear.

“You go home. We will take care.” Taeyeon said, patting his shoulder lightly.

He smiled at them gladly, getting up to leave.

But even after he left the building, he could hear those groaning sounds following him.

He pressed his fingers against his temples, the headache still persisting despite eating the medicines.

He couldn’t sleep even a bit the night before. Everything he shut his eyes he was only revisited by the same nightmare and then he woke up in cold sweat. Even awake he couldn't shake off the foreboding fear in him, shivering in the darkness.

The telephone range once more and he automatically picked it up.

"911. Please state your emergency-"

"Help."

Baekhyun froze, feeling blood drain out of his cheeks.

"Baekhyun, please help."

It was the same woman. He was very sure of it.

But this time he was scared for a different reason.

This time he was scared because he knew this voice.

"Y/N." He whispered, fear clutching his stomach as he felt his heart hammer in his chest.

In the empty office he could only hear his own ragged breathing and the slight buzzing sound coming from the phone.

But how was this possible?

Y/N had died six months ago.

Or rather, she had been murdered in his apartment. At first he had been charged with murder, but due to lack of evidence he was set free.

"Help please." She rasped. "Help me-"

"Where are you?" He whispered.

"In your apartment. Why aren't you helping?"

He felt his head spin. Whom was he even talking to? With each word her voice turned raspy and he could feel the famine fear returning.

"If you don't help me he'll-"

Baekhyun heard her gasp, followed by a whimpering as he heard someone slap her.

"Y-Y/N?" He asked, though he didn't want to know what had happened to her.

"Stay away." A male voice said.

Baekhyun nearly fell off his seat, the hair on his arms and neck standing up.

"Stay away."

He could hear his own voice on the other side of the telephone line.

The telephone nearly slipped from his sweaty hand as he tried taking in a breath to calm himself down.

"And who's this-"

"Just stay away from us."

And the line disconnected.

"Who was that?"

Baekhyun jumped from his seat, hands flying to his mouth to prevent himself from screaming when he came face to face with Kibum.

"You scared me." He hissed, rubbing his sweaty forehead while trying to calm his shaking body down.

Kibum raised his eyes.

"Did I scare you? Or that call did?"

Baekhyun looked away.

"What are you talking about-"

"You asked the caller whether she was Y/N."

Baekhyun shivered involuntarily at the memory.

"It sounded like her." He gulped.

Kibum sat down beside him, concern etched on his face.

"Are you sure? Taeyeon and Taeyong said you were acting a bit differently even yesterday."

He exhaled.

"I'm fine. Just no sleep. You know, Halloween is just around the corner, kids coming up pranking-”

“You should go home.” Kibum cut him, patting him on the shoulder. “I think you need rest.”

Baekhyun opened his mouth to protest, but shuddered in the thought of facing another ghost call.

Packing his things, he made his way out of the office into the elevator, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

His heart jumped again as his phone rang, cutting the heavy cold silence.

"Hello?" He whispered, wondering who it was.

"Why did you kill me?"

He felt his head spin once more.

"Y/N. How did you- Kill you- What are you talking about-" he panted, stumbling back to support his wobbly legs with the help of the wall of the lift.

All of a sudden the air felt cooler, and his clammy hands seemed to be unable to grip the hand bar of the lift.

"Don't you know? You killed me. Well, not exactly you. It was Baëkhyun. But he is you, you are him, right?"

He heard the lift ding as it reached the ground floor. Frantically, he tried pushing random buttons, not wanting the lift door to open.

But as though his fate was doomed, the doors slowly opened, until he was face to face with her.

She dropped the phone from his hand, stepping into the lift coolly as Baekhyun stumbled back, trying to make as much distance as he could with her. But soon his back hit the wall and he could only stare as this ghostly form of his ex lover smiled at him.

"Now it's time for me to return the favour."

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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moonandsunwoo · 2 years

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coming home to bf!txt after a long day

# — pairing: txt x reader (no pronouns used)

# — genre: fluff ig

# — warnings: reader had a bad day, nothing else

gday mates i had a shitty day so far (its like 12am, im not even done with it) and so i decided to be self indulgent heureka. i hope your day’s going better, drink your water

soobin — since he texted you beforehand, soobin knew of your exhausted state. he’d have food ready for you, maybe a bubble bath if you like that? very supportive, very careful and loving.

yeonjun — instant 🚨🚨🚨 when he hears the door fall shut with more force than necessary. cautiously approaches you, maybe you’d like a hug? if not thats fine, just tell him what you need. would order your favourite food and put a movie on, anything to get you to relax a bit :(

beomgyu — beomgyu has, against all believes, survival instincts. and because those instincts tell him so, there would be no teasing at all for this one time, but rather a comforting hug. he’d quietly put away your shoes and jacket and bag, giving you space to cool down and freshen up.

taehyun — he knows that when irritated, communication is hard. so he rather waits with asking whats going on and expresses his support through tiny things. like for example preparing a stack of (his) fresh clothes for you, for after the shower, plugging in your phone all that jazz. he‘ll be ready when you are <3

hueningkai — his main goal is to just not irritate you further so he tip toes carefully around all possible possibilities that could help ease the tension from your shoulders. were you craving a massage? a hug? you wanna rant? he got you.

#words of my own [writing]#txt x reader #multifandomnet #beomgyu x reader #hueningkai reactions #hueningkai x reader #taehyun x reader #kpop reactions #yeonjun x you #yeonjun x reader #soobin x y/n #soobin x reader #beomgyu x you #fluff #kpop fluff

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Boundary [Dana’s 700 Special]

Track: Fever - Enhypen / TiO - Zayn / Close - Nick Jonas, Tove Lo

➣ Member: my og bias owo

➣ Genre: idol! ju x stylist! [fem] reader

➣ Warnings: swear words and if you squint, some smut

➣ Word Count: i’m like 100% sure it’ll be as long as accelerate [i was wrong it’s nowhere near but whatever]

➣ A/N: Thank you for 700 followers. You are all nothing but amazing ♡

➣ Taglist: @taesty-wander-lust @tbzzhoe @suzy-rainbow

He’s going to be the absolute death of me.

The thought is loud in your head, and you were almost sure you would’ve blurted it out had the filming studio been empty. Breaking Dawn was blasting from the speakers behind the MV director, experimenting with some strange angles that you’ve never seen any other MV director try with the group before.

If you thought Reveal was dangerous, this might be worse.

“Okay! Let’s do that hook into the chorus first and we’ll see how that angle goes!”

“Breaking Dawn, I see-”

“Cut! Juyeon-” The director snorts while staring at the monitor from the camera. “That was great but um, we’ll need to rate the video if we release this one.”

Never mind. It is worse.

“Yah, Juyeon!”

“Ahh... seriously?”

“You already have enough screen time, why are you so greedy?!”

The members crowd around Juyeon and shove him playfully as the director films that part from the monitor, and brings his cellphone over to the group to see. You can barely hear the music from the phone, given how far you were standing from the filming area.

The group of 11 burst into loud yells and frustrated groans, with Younghoon and Chanhee giving their iconic ‘OoO’ faces to Juyeon. The main man chuckles, embarrassed, and shakes his head while waving it off.

“I didn’t intend to make it so suggestive, sorry!”

“It’s alright, that was great, really!” The director assures him. “It’s just that we can’t release that without rating the MV, and you guys don’t really have that kind of reputation yet so, we won’t do that for you guys now. But anyways, can we get a 10 minute break and we’ll pick up where we left off?”

The boys celebrate in unison, Eric immediately rushing off for the washroom, some members going to the staff to ask for their phones, others going for the monitor to check their progress and the remaining approaching their stylists for appearance maintenance.

So, when Juyeon approaches you with that sly-mixed-with-shame smile, you can’t help but to shake your head at him.

“Really? He asks you to go all out and you look like you want to eat the camera,” Pulling open your little kit, you set it on the table next to you. You pull out the comb and hairspray and start adjusting his hair again - all that dancing’s pushed some strands out of its rightful position.

“Aw, so you agree that I looked good enough?”

“What?” The pitch is higher than expected, but you hope your feigned annoyance camouflages the pinch of jealousy. “Please! The director said it’ll be rated!”

Juyeon laughs, standing with his feet a little more apart than natural for you to have easier access to his hair.

“Well, you’re the one who did my hair and makeup. If it’s anybody to blame, wouldn’t it be you?”

His words halt the sharp end of your comb in his hair, and you poke it into his scalp for good measure while puffing out your cheeks. He chuckles it off.

“Excuse you, sir, Cre.Ker gave me a color palette and a set of reference pics. Ever since they cracked the code with you with Reveal, they just won’t stop with this genre of style on you.”

“I mean... I definitely prefer my current style over what they did to me in Boy.”

The memory cooks up a bunch of images in your head, and you fail to stop the giggle that runs off your tongue when you return the comb to the kit.

“Aw, come on, that was cute,” Picking up a brow pencil, you fill in the tiny fade-out. “You were, what? 19? No reason for you to look as raunchy as you do now.”

“It’s a pity you only met me just before I become ‘raunchy’.”

“Why? I mean, ‘Juyeon’s not a good boy’ though. Raunchy’s closer to that than what you did pre-Reveal.”

“I meant it!” Juyeon widens his eyes and his brows shift up his forehead just as the tip of the brow pencil lifts off his skin. “I’m happy Cre.Ker’s letting us show what we want to.”

“And I’m happy for you too,” You finish up on his foundation where it’s starting to wear off. “But one day, you’re gonna cross a line and break some hearts.”

Juyeon smiles as you cap on all your equipment and close your kit. Resting one hand on your hip, you quickly give his hair one last poke before he resumes his normal standing position.

“What if I only want to break specific hearts though?”

A frown befalls your face and you forge an ugly look by crooking your lips. “What? Was that an attempt to flirt? Please stop,” Waving him off, you turn and pick up your kit, walking away on your heels as Juyeon tails you.

He’s just practising flirting on me at this point. Best friends and best friends for what? Get MY heart broken? PLEASE.

“Flirt with Kevin if you want, he’ll give you better advice,” You turn to the film area and sure enough, Kevin was busy twerking into the camera and Changmin’s just face palming himself.

“Oi Kevin! Stahb it!” You yell across the space and Changmin points to you, turning to yell at Kevin.

“Yah, even y/n’s telling you to stop!”

Chuckling, you turn into the dressing room as another hair stylist finishes with Sangyeon in the mirror.

“Hello sir, you look kinda tired today, are you resting well?”

“Don’t get me started. Schedule’s packed into June,” Sangyeon subtly shakes his head, but his stylist holds his cheeks and shifts his face back to face the mirror.

“Sangyeon, please face the mirror. It’s not my fault if your hair gets messed up again,” The hair stylist grins as he picks up the hairspray.

“Sorry,” Sangyeon blinks at him and purses his lips. Juyeon crashes into the two seater-sofa in the corner of the dressing room and groans tiresomely, resting his head on the top surface of the headrest.

“Well, you should get some rest before Kingdom kicks in,” You place the kit on the dressing table and sit down in the two-seater next to Juyeon. “It’s not going to be an easy fight, y’know.”

“Right! You used to be ATEEZ’s hairstylist!” Sangyeon’s eyes widen and you can see him struggling not to turn to you directly instead of trying to find you in the strangest angle of the reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah. Those guys are intense, and I mean intense! Six out of eight are known for performance skills and the other two... one produces 99% of their tracks and the other belts out notes even I can’t reach.”

“You sound like you were sent from KQ to intimidate us-” Sunwoo struts in and waves an annoying finger in your face.

“I’m not-” Swatting his finger away, Juyeon leans forward and pulls Sunwoo’s hand. “I’m just saying for good measure- it’s not going to be easy. Stray Kids is also going to be great competition, not to mention iKON and-”

“AhHH, we get it!” Sunwoo shushes you, swinging his hand with Juyeon’s.

“No matter the outcome, you all need to know that you guys were stellar last year. I was new then, but it was absolutely stunning to watch you guys work and put so much effort into your performances.”

“Oh my God, yeah, you could not shut up about the Danger performance,” Sangyeon cooes, letting his stylist finally finishes and shifts to pack the hair equipment.

“I’ll bet it’s cause your best friend over here got the most screen time,” Sunwoo perks up a mischievous brow and smirks at you.

Juyeon’s eyes widen and stares at the youngest, “I didn’t get the most screen time.”

“If not you then who?” Sangyeon butts in as he stands.

“Uh... Changmin?”

Sunwoo and Sangyeon go quiet.

“Yah, you had a good amount of screen time too!” Sangyeon turns and blurts out at Sunwoo, playfully shoving him.

“Y’all are being loud in here,” Kevin’s head pops out from beyond the door frame, one of his stylists tagging behind him and struggling to pat down his clothes.

“No, tell me if Sunwoo had more screentime than Changmin in Danger from last year,” Sangyeon wraps an arm around Sunwoo and slowly walks him out.

“What? I don’t know, Changmin had the opening and the dance break...”

Sangyeon’s hairstylist follows closely, and by instinct, he shuts the door behind him, leaving you with Juyeon in the dressing room. It’s humid, from all the lights turned on in the room, and the leather seat wasn’t the most comfortable thing to sit on.

Turning to Juyeon, his eyes are gently shut, and frankly, he looked like he was about to fall asleep. The backrest of the sofa sinks when you lean back, mimicking his position.

“You have like four minutes left so don’t even think of falling asleep.”

“I’m not sleeping,” He offers a tiny smile on his lips, eyes still shut.

“Sure, you’re not.”

“Wake me up when the director needs me.”

“You wish,” The leather under your legs squeak when you push yourself off, but he sticks out an arm at your stomach and pushes you back down. Judging by the miniscule smirk on his face, he’s just messing with you. “What do you think you’re doing? I have a job to do and you have a music video to film.”

He remains quiet. Someone shouts at Eric outside.

“You’re being fucking weird today, sir,” You lift a hand and grab his arm to move it away, but he swiftly wraps his fingers around your wrist and yanks you forward instead.

Using your palms to keep the distance between your faces, you’re hovering above him now, breath on his upper lip. The sweat’s begun to collect in the lines of your palms, stuck to the arm rest by his side and the cushion he’s leaning on.

Your vision immediately darts to his face upon the bold move, and he’s got that slight smile prancing on his lips when he’s thinking of a joke or something funny and doesn’t want to say it. It’s been a good year of being Juyeon’s best friend (apart from the members), so you’ve definitely grown to know how to read him by his actions.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and removing your legs from next to his thighs.

“Juyeon-”

And then he cuts you off by holding you in position with his arm around his waist, challenging your knees to hold you up - because if they buckled, you’ll land right on top of him.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?”

Knock knock

“y/n, are you done with Juyeon’s hair? Filming’s resuming!”

There’s an awkward tension between you and Juyeon now, with his eyes wide open and staring into yours, arm still around your waist. But having his nose just inches away from yours and his breath breathing down on your philtrum feels so surreal. It feels like it’s a dream that you’ve failed to pull yourself out from.

He parts his lips, then purses them, and sighs through his nose.

“Yeah, she’s done! I’ll be out in like, two seconds!”

Your gaze finds his and you’re panicking when he’s moving again. Within two seconds, you’re flat on your back on the length of the couch - and this time, he’s holding himself above you.

“What the- I-”

“We’ll continue this later back at the company, I promise,” Then he rounds your cheek and presses a kiss into your cheekbone instead.

He pulls back, offering you his kind smile and a ruffle into your hair for good measure. Nothing in your body is working when you hear him shuffle for the door, and it clicks shut behind him, with Breaking Dawn already blasting in the filming space.

Sucking in a deep breath, you don’t realise how hard your heart is thumping in your head until you hear your own shaky exhale. You don’t know where to look, you can still feel his grip on your waist and his breath on your upper lip, and everything’s just a mess right now.

What the Hell just happened?

“Eric - Dior Shirt Size M...” You mumble under your breath, fingers gripping the pen to the clipboard so hard, your writing would probably leave a mark in the sheet under.

“I think this is the last luggage!” Younghoon’s stylist drags the black case in, lining it up with the last unopened one. “Need help?”

“Yeah, just open the luggage for me and separate Sangyeon’s clothes from Jacob’s, but otherwise I can handle it on my own.”

She nods, laying it down and unzipping it for the clothes to spew out. “How’s working here? It’s been over a year, right?”

“Mhm,” You glance at her, obviously tired. “It’s alright, but thanks to your advice since last year, I don’t think it could’ve been better.”

With a kind smile, she looks up at you, placing Sangyeon’s pants over his stack. “You’re experienced from ATEEZ, so it wouldn’t have been that hard anyway.”

She stands, resting her hands on her hips as you walk over, squatting to check Sangyeon and Jacob’s clothes.

“So... what’s going on with you and Juyeon?”

I’d like to know too.

“Huh?” You look up at her, head tilted to the side with a sneaky cocked brow. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, please- All the stylists here know you and Juyeon are like- hanky panky nowadays. Pretty sure the boys know too, or at least have some idea.”

A cackle runs your throat dry as you graduate your attention to Jacob’s clothes. “Is that what they’re calling it? ‘Hanky-panky’? Cute.”

“Do you know why they’re still in a meeting this late?”

“No, why would I bother? As long as I don’t lose my job, it’s none of my concern.”

“They’re in meeting to be informed that their dating ban has been lifted.”

Your grip around the pen tightens, but halts abruptly.

“Ah...” She sighs, contemplated with herself. “Cat got your tongue? Or should I say... Juyeon got your-”

Interrupted by the practise room door being pushed open, both of your attentions immediately flit to the new commotion.

“Oh, Juyeon! Meeting’s over?”

“Yeah,” He turns and closes the door behind him. His hair was still waxed up from the day’s schedule, makeup still on but fading. Clothes snug around his shoulders with his belt tight around his hips. Those stupid jeans never did you any good since day 1. “Sangyeon said he left a ring in one of the luggages so he sent me to come get it while he counsels Kevin for twerking.”

“y/n’s just going through Sangyeon’s wardrobe, so she might find something,” Your colleague’s begun to take small, insignificant steps towards the door, and your anxiety begins to increase with every inch she places between the two of you.

“Which is why I’m here,” He stuffs his hands into his back pockets.

“Right, right,” Now, she’s already got her hand on the door knob, glancing past him and at you with wide, glistening eyes. “I gotta go check your wardrobe for tomorrow so... I’mma go now, and uh... security comes by around 12am. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“What-” You blurt out, receiving a sharp, surprised look from Juyeon.

“Bye! Bye Juyeon!”

“Bye,” He waves.

“No, wait-”

And so, the door clicks shut behind her, and her shadow behind the translucent material disappears down the corridor.

The whir of the air-conditioner in the practice room fills all the awkward openings in the room, but all you can hear is the rapid thunk of your heart in your brain - as if that was even possible.

Thunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunk

“About earlier today-”

“Give me a moment while I look for Sangyeon’s ring. What does it look like?” Standing up too fast, your vision goes white and a second of dizziness throws you off your balance.

So, of course, Juyeon rushes over and holds you by your waist before your ankles or knees give way. The incessant blinking makes you wish you could actually pass out right now, because your weight’s in his arms and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Iron deficiency much?” The corner of his lips curl up into his cheek before releasing you. “Do you need to sit down?”

Clearing your throat, you turn away first. “No, I-”

“Good, because I have some points to make and you’re gonna stop running away from them like you’re doing now.”

The change in tone runs chills down your spine and goosebumps erupt all over your skin - thank god you were wearing a blazer, safe from his observation.

“How have you tolerated it so much?” He folds his arms across his chest, tilting his head innocently but his eyes say otherwise. It’s always his eyes that tell a whole different story from the person he’s known to be.

“Y’know, being around me but you’re so calm and collected and I just...” He shakes his head, and to your dismay, takes a step forward - which drives you backwards. “How?”

His voice is too sing-songy. It’s too calm and collected for you because you’re about to barf up your dinner, which was a good 4 hours ago now. There’s nothing left in your stomach to barf up.

He takes another intimidating step and you wince at your inability to look him in the eye.

Another step back.

“Like, I know we’re friends but my God-” Shaking his head, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

Another step forward. Another backward.

“It’s upsetting that I can look ‘raunchy’ and it doesn’t seem to do anything to you... But seeing you the way you are every other day makes me want to- just-”

Another step forward.

One more one back.

And your breath halts.

Your back hits the wall, the rear of your skull lined with the pillar.

Oh, no.

Gritting your teeth so tight, your jaw starts to ache and your temples are throbbing.

“I’m not seeing things, right?” A flicker of curiosity sparkles in his eyes when you muster up the courage to look at him - only to regret it instantly. “It’s not in my head that you feel the same way I do, right?”

“I... Don’t know what you’re talking about- You’re an idol... and I’m- I’m just your stylist and I-”

“‘Just my stylist’?” The comment forces his brows into a slight frown, before he lifts his hand and covers the bottom half of his face with his palm. “Rethink what you just said.”

Sucking in a deep breath, your chest wells with a horrid mix of desire and self-discipline. Those two don’t go well together.

“We can talk about this some other day,” You choose to say, dragging your body along the pillar in a bid to shift out from the wall-Juyeon sandwich like a fool. He lifts his arm and presses his palm into the pillar behind you, caging your poor, poor soul in this fateful corner of his stupid practice room.

“Juyeon, we need... boundaries in this industry. One scandal and it’ll destroy your career.”

“Boundaries?” He buckles his elbows, shrinking the gap between your noses. “Boundaries are for idols who still have a dating ban.”

Breathing down your nose, he’s too close for comfort. You can smell his cologne, the scent of his hair wax and see the bumps on his cheek under the faint layer of makeup. You don’t realise you’re trembling until he tilts his head ever so slightly, free hand reaching up to your chin to steady your face.

“Stop running from me,” Shaking his head painstakingly subtly, he whispers into your lips. “You were mine from the start and you know that.”

The adrenaline rush through your nerves sets off fireworks all over you when he slots his body against yours, lips fitted with yours like puzzle pieces; against the wall, with his palms on your cheeks. There was no care or consideration with how much strength he was channeling into this kiss - it feels so pent-up, so frustrated. Without warning, your body resigns as you circle your arms around his shoulders.

Gripping the rim of his collar in your hands, his hands drop to your waist and holds you closer, if it were even possible. A million thoughts race through your head - and at the same time, none. This moment was something you didn’t even know you needed.

Juyeon’s hands roam the small of your back as he keeps you against the wall, relaxing into the kiss and sighing into it instead.

This bliss comes in the form of him. Him who provides you all the sinful wants deep down inside you.

But this bliss doesn’t last, for the practice room door swings open violently and tears Juyeon off you.

“I told you to find my ring, not hook up with your crush!”

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nuoyi-writes · 3 years

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[07:46]

<< P: SKZ Changbin x gn!reader | G: implied, fluff, humor, established-relationship!au | WC: 0.5k | W: reader & changbin are naked?? >>

“Are you guys awake?” Jisung knocks on the bedroom door, his 4th attempt succeeding in waking Changbin to a bare you. He softly grins at your entranced state and you avert your gaze to the ceiling, ears flushing a deep red after being caught ogling by your boyfriend. Changbin eyes your stretched neck muscles and lowers himself before pressing his lips to the skin above your collarbone, shivers running down your spine at the contact, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of his arms wrapped around you and his limbs between yours.

“Caught you”, he mouths against you making blood rush to your head. His heartbeat– alongside yours– drums clearly in your ears, making you nearly forget about a very impatient Jisung outside the door.

“I’m counting to 3”, he announces as the knocking dies out. You turn back to Changbin, drawing your arms out from under the comforter to wrap them around his neck.

“You locked the door right?”, you ask, and to your horror, you receive no response.

“3”

“Right?” Changbin watches your lips frown and eyebrows furrow.

“2”

“Why would you NOT lock the door?”, you wail, repeatedly swatting his shoulder in a surge of frustration. Retracting your arms from his neck, you grip the rim of the comforter tightly.

“1”

Jisung catches the comforter shoot up to cover all of Changbin and you, but doesn’t find the action interesting enough to point out. He walks over to Changbin’s work desk, picking up their shared lyric journal and a pair of headphones.

“Are you coming or should we eat your portion?” he asks tauntingly, hoping the two of you would sacrifice breakfast for a few extra minutes in bed.

“We’ll be down in a few minutes so don’t you dare”, you threaten the boy. Jisung fakes a groan and to your relief, you hear him shuffling towards the door. You aren’t very keen on letting chatterbox quokka find out about the events of the previous night, but apparently Seo Changbin doesn’t share the sentiment and makes it clear to you by sitting up, the comforter slipping off his exposed chest and dropping to his waist.

“What’s for breakfast?”, he asks like he isn’t about to be ratted out by Jisung and like all his band mates are going to let you live down doing the deed at the dorms. Not like you wanted to keep it a secret forever; you just wanted them to stay clueless for a few weeks before naturally slipping it into a conversation, giving you the upper hand and them no space to tease you.

Jisung unsurprisingly catches on, amusement filling his orbs as he finally notices the articles of clothing (ones that didn’t belong to Changbin) sprawled out on the floor, and you can even foresee Chan letting out a confused ‘Y’all don’t do it at the dorms?’ and stealing your spotlight.

“Guys! You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you-” Jisung screams after slamming your door shut. You pull yourself up and kick Changbin, grabbing the comforter and wrapping it around yourself when Changbin falls butt-naked on the cold floor.

“Have fun playing dishwasher by yourself”

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daystiny · 2 years

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~ your eyes tell me

Pairing: jungwon X gn!reader

Genre: Comfort, Establish relationship!Au

Warnings: Crying,

Word Count: 0.4k

AN: Happy (very late) birthday to Ahana @moonsclover, my bestie and the more adorable person I know!! I hope you had a lovely birthday and I’m sorry that this came much later than I hoped. I hope you’ll like this fluffy Jungwon drabble! I wrote it because I want to let you know that throughout everything life has to offer, I will always be here to comfort you

You looked up blearily at the ceiling, eyes puffy and nearly closing, but not quite. You just couldn’t find a way to sleep. Not after the hardships of the day had passed and you would have to face them tomorrow. You feared sleep, for you’d soon wake up, but you dreaded staying up the night, since you’d still be forced to place your slow, dragging footsteps on the treadmill of life. So, you cried and, hoping that your pouring tears would run out soon.

Jungwon watched you from the frame of your bedroom door, your oi p body lying down on your shared bed. From far, he already knew your eyes were bloodshot and your cheeks were traced by the tears you shed since you had gotten back from school. You were always so hardworking, and he knew you had days where you felt burnt out and stressed. Jungwon remembered the first time you broke down, when you told him to leave you alone with your thoughts. Your boyfriend obeyed, only that he would never let a night of your cries go without you two talking about it when you were ready to.

But today, Jungwon was especially worried, you hadn’t stopped crying for the past 3 hours and didn’t eat dinner or drink water, either. He wondered whether it would be okay to come in your room, just this once, to comfort you with his presence.

And so, he did. He started by sitting on the velvet couch of your shared apartment, glazing at you to see how you’d react. At that moment, you turned over on your side, lethargic from your lack of energy. And yet, you shot him a small smile, inviting him to sit beside you on the bed.

“Jungwon…” you started.

“I’m sorry I came over, but are you ok with telling me what’s going on?”, your boyfriend asked.

You sniffled, shifting your position in order to him. “It’s okay, love. I’m okay. I’ll be over it by morning,”

Jungwon lay down next to you and looked lovingly at you, giving you his undivided attention. “You say the same thing every time you’ve cried yourself to sleep. Your eyes tell me otherwise.”

“I’ll tell you someday, honey. I promise you,” you told him. You felt your eyes close as the spell of slumber took over you.

Your boyfriend mirrored the slight smile you fell asleep with. “And I promise that I’ll be with you through every hurdle”

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ikigyu · 3 years

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─ ❥ JENO : HOW HE WOULD COMFORT YOU; HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND...!

after he got home from work, he saw you sitting on the couch with a gloomy expression

the first thing he'll do is make this look: 😕

when you're sad, he's sad.

asks you what happened

he'll be giving you this ☹ face while you tell him with teary eyes and a quivering voice

pats your back

“I'm here, love, don't be sad now.”

cuddles with you

tries his best to make you smile

but gets disappointed when you don't react

he won't leave your side🥺

would cook for you (if he can lol)

he would ask you if you're okay whenever he can

I think he'll make corny jokes to see if you'll laugh

he'll kiss your forehead and assures you how much he loves you (I'm soft T_T)

will give you his signature eye smile when he sees a small smile forming on your lips

“I don't wanna see you frowning again, ok? I'll get mad if you do.” *cues the pout*

“don't be sad”

“do you want ramen?”

showers you with kisses so you won't be sad again

oh my god, give me a boyfriend jeno now >:(

0.191k / fluff / jeno x gn!reader / ⌦ DEDICATED TO BILLIE! (@jenossslut) PLEASE DON'T BE SAD ANY MORE ♡ REQUESTS: OPEN!

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starlitmark · 3 years

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smutty 15, 24 with haechan (and if you can sneak in renomin djssjsdgfhk)

This was supposed to be a drabble but the prompts along with the members you requested were too good so here we are 😅

Genre: smut... absolutely pure filth

MINORS DNI MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Pairing: Hyuck x fem!reader (feat. norenmin)

Warnings: pet names, sir kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, thigh riding, dirty talk, cockwarming, unprotected sex, spanking (twice), mentions of anal, mentions of threesomes, brat taming (kinda), male masturbation !!LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!

Word Count: 3.1k my hand might’ve slipped

Joining your boyfriend and his friends for their game nights was always entertaining. You would always stay perched in Hyuck’s lap the entire time, at least most of the time, sometimes he got too excited and flung you off of him. Now was no exception, the four of them were still playing Mario Kart even after Shotaro and Yangyang had gone back to their own apartment. You had yourself placed in your boyfriend’s lap with a blanket across you. Every so often you’d get jolted to one side or the other when there was a rather sharp turn in the course. You had been sitting straddling him with your arms around his neck while his rest around your hips while holding the remote. You and Donghyuck had discussed before how you both wanted to do sexual things in a semi-public setting, and this happened to be the best time. You’re not truly in public but there are still people around that aren’t normally there when getting down and dirty. Normally you’d opt to grind against him until he’s too distracted not to fuck you sensless, but instead, due to an audience being present you choose to whisper dirty nothings into his ear.

“Hyuck,” you whine softly in his ear only receiving a hum in return prompting you to continue, “I want you to bend me over that coffee table right there and fuck me until I forget who I am.”

His breath hitches at your comment and distracts him enough to get hit by a green shell Jaemin had launched at him. You can hear the others laugh up a storm as they all pass him with Jeno taking his crown in first place. You aren’t looking at your boyfriend’s face, instead having it buried in the junction between his neck and shoulder, but you know he’s doing that thing where he pokes his tongue into the side of his cheek. He shifts underneath you before focusing back on the game hoping to reclaim his crown before the last lap ends. You obviously were not satisfied by his reaction. You puff out a breath before whining again.

“Hyuckie, please,” you whine again “don’t you want to fuck me? I promise I’ll be good.” you finish pressing a small kiss into the junction where your face was previously hidden.

“Watch what you say, baby, you know I’ll keep you to your word.” he growls lowly back to you.

You giggle brattily before responding to his whispers “Then I guess I should change my promise, shouldn’t I?”

“And what would that promise be now princess?”

“I promise I’ll moan nice and loud for the boys right here and make sure they know who’s fucking me.” you giggle

Before you knew it you were shifted to be straddling his left thigh rather than just resting in his lap, “You obviously don’t know how to behave yourself while I’m trying to spend time with the guys, make a sound and it’s over baby.”

“W-what?”

“You get to ride my thigh, that’s all you’re getting.” he chuckles sadistically as he guides your hips to move against him.

Luckily the blanket over the both of you masks your movements from the other who just sit three feet in front of you. Keeping your volume down is what gives you trouble, even though you’re the one doing all the movement your boyfriend still finds ways to torment you. Whether it be bouncing his leg slightly or flexing his muscle underneath of you, he’s always determined to make you fall apart for him. Now is no exception, you grind yourself harshly against the clothed skin of his thigh trying to suppress your moans in his neck again. As another round passes by the boys suddenly go quiet. At first, you think you’ve been caught and panic thus you stop your movement despite how close you were to your high. Just before you turn to check what caused the sudden decrease in volume you hear Hyuck whispering in your ear again.

“Don’t you dare stop. Only I get to tell you when you’re done.” he growls against the shell of your ear.

You don’t hear the conversation he’s having with the three others in the room but next thing you know you and your boyfriend are alone on the couch together. You continue your ministrations against his thigh, he quickly quips about how the others went to the kitchen to grab a few snacks between rounds.

“Hyuckie,” you whine louder now that the boys aren’t right there.

“What is it, princess? Do you want to cum?” he fakes sympathy

You simply nod not trusting your voice any longer, “too bad, you don’t get to cum on my thigh, you know that. If you cum it’s around my cock.”

He shifts you lower on his thigh so he could reach to undo his belt and unzip his tight black jeans, finally releasing his member from its tight confines. Your mouth waters as a pavlovian response to seeing your boyfriend in all his glory. Just as you reach to take him in your hand he smacks you away.

“I don’t remember saying you could touch me,” he tsks “now, pull those little shorts of yours to the side. You’re gonna keep me warm while the four of us play a few more rounds. Understood?”

Again you nod not wanting to sound too desperate like you know you are, “I said: Understood?” he asks again squishing your face in his hand.

“Yes, understood sir.” you practically melt at his display of dominance over you.

“Good girl. Now get on with it, they’ll be back any minute now angel.”

As you pull your barely-there shorts to the side you hear an offhanded comment from your boyfriend about how dirty you are for not wearing anything underneath. Opting not to respond to his comment you allow yourself to sink down on him thus causing a moan to release itself from your lips.

“Shh baby, we don’t want you getting caught now do we?” he chided with a smirk on his lips.

Just before you could respond to him the others walk back into the room arms full of snacks of different varieties. To them, it just seemed that you were tightly clung to Hyuck like you typically are. This ques Renjun to groan at the seemingly innocent display of affection.

“Is that really necessary? Like y’all are really attached at the hip.” Jeno sighed

“I wouldn’t even be surprised if there were fucking in front of us at this point” Jaemin joked which caused you to awkwardly giggle in response.

“You’d like it, don’t lie” your boyfriend teased back as if he wasn’t balls deep inside you right now.

“I would not, thank you very much.” the other puffed back, “Anyway, we’re doing the Star Cup now whether you like it or not. I wanna beat your ass on Rainbow Road.”

And just like that, they all devolved back into their game, your boyfriend playing as he normally would despite the nature of your current situation. For a while you manage to stay still and quiet, almost falling asleep actually simply due to the comfort the situation brings you. That is until Hyuck decided to bounce in his seat as he derails off the course of Rainbow Road for the first time. You do your best to suppress the moan that wishes to escape your lips but you still let out a small sound that only he heard.

“Sorry, princess, didn’t mean to rile you up.” he obviously doesn’t feel bad at all though, you can hear his smirk.

From then on, all you can think about is how deep he truly is inside you, the way you can feel every vein running along his hard member. Clenching around him every so often due to your filthy thoughts you hear low sighs release from your boyfriend’s mouth, not enough to make him snap though. Of course you, ever the brat, decide it was a wonderful idea to try to rile him up as much as he has you. You feign trying to get comfortable as you shift your hips back and forth a few times, Hyuck presses his arm against your side in warning while he continued to play his game with the others. Of course, you aren’t satisfied by his reaction again. You whine in his ear again hoping it’ll help with your plan.

“Sir,” you whisper against his ear, “may I move?”

“Don’t even think about it. I told you to warm me, and that’s what you’ll do.” he strictly states.

You don’t listen to his warning, you begin shifting back and forth again for a while. Somehow he still ignores it, you know he’s probably keeping a mental log of your punishment for later. Realizing rolling your hips doesn’t do much anymore you opt to bounce slightly finally giving you the relief you’re seeking. Donghyuck’s breath hitches again as you begin your movements, again this distracts him enough to let Renjun pass him in the race.

“Let me finish this level and I promise I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.” he groans in your ear.

“But Hyuckie, I want you now.” you whine back, bouncing again hoping it would convince him.

Before you could even say one more word you were flipped over on the coffee table in front of the other boys. Shock obviously overtaking them, they were peacefully playing their game to suddenly have their best friend’s girlfriend bent over the table in front of them. Hyuck paid them no mind as he harshly pulled your shorts off your body not caring that his painfully hard member was out for all his friends to see.

“H-hyuck, what the fuck are you doing?” Renjun spoke up first “You know Jaem was joking when he said that he wouldn’t be surprised if y’all fucked in front of us right?”

Jeno and Jaemin stay starkly still in their places not sure how to react as Hyuck responded “Oh I know he was joking but someone was already filled by me when he made that comment. Not to mention that someone couldn’t behave and stay still for a little longer while we played. So, watch me fuck her brains out since she wanted to be on display so badly.” he chucked talking as if you weren’t even there.

“Are we allowed to join?” Jaemin finally squeaked out.

“Funny Jaemin, she’s mine. You can look all you want but you can’t touch her, that’s for me only. Feel free to get yourself off though, she lives for that stuff.” his dominance fully displayed now.

He now turns his attention back to you, you know he’s going to make so much more of a show knowing that all attention is fully on you both now. He sits back relaxed on the couch again still letting his cock rest against his lower belly. You hear a low chuckle that you register to be Jeno, you have no idea why he’d be chuckling due to how shocked he was a few moments ago.

“Princess,” your boyfriend starts “are you able to answer a question for me? Or are you too desperate to respond?”

“I-” you suddenly feel shy

“I asked you a question, answer it.”

“I can answer a question, sir.” you flush red.

“Can you show me where you want to be filled up? Which one of your holes crave sir the most?” he chuckles as he sees your dripping core clench around nothing. “There’s no reason to be shy baby, I’ll use them all, I promise, it might not be in front of them but I will. Just choose the first in line. You can do that can’t you princess?”

You whine not sure how to respond to him yet. You look up from the table and find that Jaemin is directly in front of you palming himself through his grey sweatpants. You would never tell Donghyuck this but you’ve always thought his friends were extremely attractive, Jaemin being at the top of that list. Seeing him in this state in front of you makes another whimper escape you, your mind so far gone that you don’t remember to respond to your boyfriend’s questions. A smack resounds throughout the room followed by a sharp stinging on your right buttcheek. Reminded of what you were asked you let out another whimper pushing your hips back towards your boyfriend.

He sadistically laughs at your action “Baby, there are two holes there. You need to use your words to tell me. As much as I’d love to fill up your ass again that would require me to go get the lube. If you really want that though I’ll make Renjun go get it for me.”

“Why me?” the older groans eyes trained on your desperate face.

“Because you know where it is, shall I share with Jeno and Jaemin about that time-” he gets cut off

“No, it’s fine. Whatever you need I’ll go get it.” he gives in.

While Jeno and Jaemin try to get Renjun to tell them what had happened with the three of you in the past you whine again not wanting to use words. Your boyfriend sighs from behind you letting you whine until he gets the answer he wishes for, he reminds you that he wants you to use your words like a good girl does before his hand comes back down this time on your left cheek.

“Want you in my pussy sir, please, need you so bad.” you cry out finally giving in.

“That’s my good girl, finally using your words.” he coos “Look at you princess, you’re drooling you’re so desperate. You wanna show the boys how good you can be?”

“Yes sir.”

Without missing a beat he kneels behind you thrusting into you with one smooth movement. You fall forward further onto the coffee table finally feeling him inside you again. You look up slightly from your place against the table to see Renjun pumping himself at the same pace at which your boyfriend is thrusting into you. Renjun is the only other man that Hyuck has let touch you. To have him inside you again would be a dream, he was such a pleaser when Hyuck finally let him fuck you. Of course, he was in charge of the situation but nonetheless, you’d love to share your bed with him again. Just beside him, Jeno is trying his best to control himself and not touch himself at all, choosing to just watch the scene in front of him. Briefly you glance back at the man hammering into you in hopes that your question would telepathically convey to him. Somehow it does and he gives you a nod of approval causing you to reach out your hand to the only one you know you’re allowed to touch right now. Despite being in the midst of jerking off to your fucked out image Renjun finds a place sitting beside you taking your hand into his free one.

“Hi there lovey, you’re doing so good.” he praises with pure adoration in his eyes.

“Don’t lie to her Junnie, you know she’s been trying to be bratty this whole time. I know you saw it, you’re not stupid to our antics like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb over there.” he chuckled again.

“Hyuckie,” you whine then immediately realize your slip up, “Sir, please, let me cum.”

Renjun gently runs his thumb over your knuckle while still getting himself off in his other hand, he knows very well that Hyuck is just going to overstimulate you if he lets you cum now, and he’s going to be right there to hold your hand through it.

“No, you wait until I cum before you can cum.” he chastises

“Fuck, she looks like she’ll cry.” Jaemin moans out now quickly pumping himself.

You moan unabashedly as you try to hold your orgasm back and squeezing Renjun’s hand as tight as you could. You could hear two of them having a conversation but due to your state, you couldn’t be bothered to make out any words they were saying. You do feel the man holding your hand let go causing you to let out a whine. In turn, you hear both of the others who weren’t touching you groan at the pretty noises you were letting out. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold your orgasm at bay much longer making you beg your boyfriend to cum so you may as well. Almost instantly you feel two fingers against your clit, you knew it had to be Renjun as your boyfriend was gripping your hips to the point of leaving little nail indents behind and both Jeno and Jaemin are preoccupied in front of you. You nearly scream at the feeling, Hyuck pulls out of you cumming on your lower back as Renjun continues to toy with your clit guiding you through your orgasm.

“Alright Jun, hands off now. You know how she gets.” his dominant state obviously backing off a bit.

Hearing footsteps walking away from you assuming it’s your boyfriend due to the lack of presence behind you. You are beyond fucked out despite only going for one round as opposed to how you and Hyuck normally do it. You feel Renjun’s hand still gliding across your knuckles in a comforting manner making you smile gently. Eventually, you feel your boyfriend wiping a damp cloth across your back cleaning up the mess he had previously made. By this point, you finally felt comfortable enough to sit back again only to find that eyes were still all on you. From your boyfriend and Renjun, this is nothing new. But to have Jeno and Jaemin staring at you too you begin to blush again. You also took into account that the two sitting across from you have also taken it upon themselves to change. You wrap the blanket you had previously been using around your body due to the shyness overtaking you. Which causes your boyfriend to let out an amused chuckle before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“So, I guess we got the gist of what Hyuck was talking about earlier with Junnie.” Jaemin laughed.

“Yeah and neither of you two will ever be invited into that.” Hyuck snipped.

“Damn, I guess it pays to be Hyuck’s bully victim full time.” Jeno sighed.

“Yeah, at least I didn’t need to cum in my pants like you idiot.” Renjun bit back.

You whine contently snuggling into your boyfriend’s side ready to fall asleep completely unbothered by the state of your aching body. You feel another kiss pressed into the top of your head as you hear Donghyuck dismiss both of you back to his room followed by the whining of two out of the three boys while the third simply told them to shut up before following you to their shared room.

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