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luvyeni · 5 months

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❛1-800-SERVICE ME❜ ( z. chenle )

p. ceo!chenle x toplessmaid!reader w. 2.6k+

— 𖦹 warnings. small age gap ( reader is 23 and chenle is 26 ), fem!reader, oral ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( instead of giving chenle his normal maid cleaning services his assistant gives him a surprise for his birthday ) !

Chenle was a busy man —being the CEO of the top electronic company in Seoul, he didn’t have time to do things, like clean his condo himself, which is why he got his assistant and friend jaemin to schedule maids' services to come do it for him.

“Happy birthday boss man.” Jaemin met him at the elevator, his coffee in his hand. “How are you feeling this morning, the big 26.” He took the cup from the boy, taking a sip. “it’s a regular day for me, meetings, answering calls, meeting with investors.” He said as they walked through the office.

“Yeah, but now you’re a year older.” Jaemin followed behind him into the office. “So i’m closer to thirty, big whoop.” He sat in his chair. “Such a downer, anyways what are you doing later, for your birthday?”

“I’m going home jaemin, that’s all I want to do.” He said, it wasn’t that he didn’t like to party, but he was always so busy, and the only thing he wanted was to get off early and go home and rest. “I want to order some food, drink a cup a whiskey and then crash in my bed.”

“No fun.” Jaemin said, “You’re gonna die alone at this rate.” Chenle shrugged. “Jaemin go prepare for the meeting and leave me alone.” He spoke. “Just trying to help.” The boy said. “That is helping, go.”

“Fine, fine, i’m going.” He said making his way out the door, only to turn around. “What now?” Chenle sighed. “I just wanted to tell you that the maid service you like was closed down, so I chose a new one, they’ll be over later today.” He nodded looking at his computer. “Good, now go.”

Chenle finished his day early, most of his meetings were canceled or rescheduled — so why not get out of here. “Going home early boss?” jaemin asked. “Yup, i’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, jaemin yelled before he got on the elevator. “don’t forget, the maids' services will be there later on today!” Chenle didn’t notice the mischievous smirk that was evident on his assistant's face.

Chenle got home, sitting his briefcase down on the kitchen table — making his way into his bedroom to change his clothes, exchanging his black Prada suit, into some comfortable sweats and a white tee short.

He found a nice Chinese restaurant, picking up his phone, ordering his favorites, it would be an hour and a half wait but he was willing to wait, it would give him enough time to pour himself a drink and wind down some.

He set off the the kitchen, pouring himself his most favorite expensive whiskey in a glass with a huge ice cube, taking a sip, humming in delight — this was looking like his best birthday in a while, just peace and quiet.

His peace and quiet was soon disrupted by his buzzer going off. “That was fast.” He said, “I thought it would be an hour and a half wait.” He pressed the intercom button. “Hello?” He spoke through the microphone. “Oh hello.” A soft voice came through the intercom. “You can leave it there, someone will be down to pick it up.”

You were confused, “Are you not Zhong Chenle?” you were sure this was the address, had you gotten it wrong? “T-the maids services.” Chenle forgotten about that. “Oh yeah, i’m sorry about that.” He hit the button. “You may come up.”

This was a nice apartment, you’ve only been in this line of work for a few months, but most of your clients were rich so you’ve seen a lot of nice houses and apartments — but this was the nicest you’ve ever seen, this guy must’ve been really important.

You made your way to the apartment, sitting all your supplies down, knocking on the door. “Coming.” You heard his voice, then the door unlocking, swinging open revealing a tall guy, he was cute, dressed in the sinful, grey sweats, white tee shirt combo. “Hello.” He spoke.

“Oh h-hi.” You waved, “Mr.Zhong?” you asked, he smiled. “Call me chenle, come in.” You whispered his first name, picking up all your supplies, following him into the apartment. “You can start in here.” He pointed to the kitchen. “Okay.” You said, sitting the supplies down, reaching for your black trench coat, untyping the belt, revealing your baby pink lingerie.

“The bedroom isn’t that bad, i mean I only use it for sle- whoa!” His eyes widened as you reached for the back of your bra. You stopped, looking at him. “Would you prefer of I kept it on?” You questioned, but that was the furthest thing on his mind. “Why are you wearing that?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “The email said that’s what you requested, is this not the shade of pink you like?”

“N-no it’s very pretty- I mean- never mind that, i’m talking about why are you wearing lingerie?” He said, trying not to look at you, fear of a law suit. “And why are you trying to take it off.”

“It’s just the bra.” You said, he couldn’t understand why you were so calm, he was freaking the fuck out, who did jaemin call. “Plus, it’s part of the services.” You explained. “Service?” He questioned. “Yes, the topless maid services— topless, maid sorta the whole thing.”

That cheeky fucking bastard, he was gonna kill jaemin tomorrow. “I’m sorry, this is all new to me, my soon to be ex assistant hired you, it’s my birthday today, and he has to be over the top.” You nodded. “It’s okay, we can cancel the services if you’d like.” You were sweet, you stared at him with wide innocent eyes, you’ve must’ve been new to this.

“No.” He said, “No it’s okay, just shocked me a bit, you can continue.” He spoke. “You sure sir, I would hate to ruin your birthday with such an inconvenience.” He ignored the way his cock twitched when you said sir. “Who am I to stop you from doing your job, you may continue.”

You nodded, “okay.” You said. “Would you like for me to keep the bra on?” he shrugged. “Whatever you feel comfortable with.” You hummed, his eyes widened as you reached behind, unlatching the hooks, letting your bra fall into your hands, your boobs perky the air from the condo had your nipples pebbling — fuck he was getting hard.

“May I start sir?” He coughed; he loved the way sir just fell from your lips. “Um sure.” He said, you began your job, starting with the kitchen like he told you, he watched from the other room, he gulped watching as you washed the dishes, you weren’t even doing it sexy, he was just being a pervert, wishing the water would spray on you, or a little bit of soap would get caught on your boobs — he felt like a virgin seeing a pair of tits for the first times.

You made your way into the living-room where he was sitting. “You need me to leave.” He still didn’t understand how this worked. “No, the whole point is for you to watch me.” You said, chuckling. “And you clean my house naked?” He said, you nodded. “Topless, not naked.” You corrected, he nodded. “Right topless, and you get paid a lot for it – i’m sorry i don’t mean to pry.”

“It depends – if you have a lot of clients, you get paid a lot of money, and your tips, if you’re asking if I get paid a lot personally.” You reached up dusting his fireplace, giving him a peak of your ass, he palmed himself, stopping when you turned around. “I am able to live way more comfortably than someone my age normally does sir.”

He was gonna burst if you kept calling him that. “A-and how old are you?” You smiled, you could tell you were effecting him. “I’m 23 sir.” You bent down, you heard him sigh.

“What about you sir, how old are you?” He coughed again. “Me? Oh, i’m 26.” He wasn’t that older than you, you hummed. “And what do you do?”

The sudden turn of questions stumped him, especially since it was hard not to stare at your boobs. “I-i’m the CEO of sm tech company.” So, he was a huge deal, that explained the nice house.”

You nodded, getting back to work. “That’s so cool, i’ve never worked with a CEO before.” He smiled, you were cute, had this freshness to you, it was quite the scene change from all the corporate girls he met. “I guess.” He spoke.

You eventually moved to the other rooms, cleaning and tidying up everything until you were done. “You did such a good job.” You smiled. “You did better than any maid i’ve had come here.” He spoke. “Are you saying that because i’m topless?” You were a tease. “Well, i’m mean that is a plus, but you’re also a good cleaner.” He spoke. “Good job.”

Fuck he was really turning you on, your tried to ignore the feeling in between your legs, trying to remain professional like normal, but you were only human, and you could literally see his thick cock stiff in his sweats, begging to fill your mouth. “How much do I owe you?” He asked. “Oh no, I was paid already.” He nodded. “Well then a tip.”

He reached for his wallet, pulling out 5 hundred dollar bills. “Here.” He handed it to you. “This is such a generous amount.” You said. “Well I said you did a good job.” He smiled. “Take it.” He said, pulling at your waist band, putting it inside snapping it, normally that was a breech of contract, and you should’ve called him out for it, but he was fucking hot, and you were horny, you couldn’t help but whimper.

“You liked that princess?” He smirked as you nodded. “Y-yes sir.” He could feel a groan bubbling in his throat. “Fuck princess, you keep calling me sir, it’s getting really hard for me.” He spoke, his voice low. “I’m sorry sir.” You smiled. “Oh, you’re a tease, princess I could do so many things to you.”

Fuck you wanted to drop to your knees so fast. “Sir you know there’s no touching in these services.” You teased. “Yeah, but I don’t see you stopping me, you must want me to touch you.” His hands crept up your waist, you sighed. “See princess, you want this just as much as I do.” He pulled your body flush against his, pulling you into a deep kiss, pulling away. “Fu-fuck my cock is so fucking hard right now.”

You guided him to the couch, pushing him down. “Let me help you.” You sunk to your knees, right in front of his cock, biting your lip, looking up at him. “It’s your birthday after all.” He nodded, you grabbed his waistband, he lifted his hips up allowing you to pull his sweats down to his ankles.

You freed his cock from his underwear, his thick cock springing up, hitting his abdomen. “You’re so big.” You grabbed the base, kissing his tip, he hissed. “So heavy.” He groaned as you sucked on his tip. “Fuck princess, take it into your mouth.”

You engulfed his cock, he moaned out, throwing his head back against the couch. It had been a while since he’d been giving a blowjob, and the the way you were sucking him, hollowing your cheeks, deepthroating him like your life depended on it — he was gonna blow his load.

You worked your magic on his, looking at him through your lashes. “Sh-shit princess of you keep sucking me like that, i’m gonna cum in your mouth.” You released his cock with a pop, stroking it. “That’s what I want.” You kept stroke. “Cum in my mouth sir.”

You took him back into your mouth, deepthroating him. “Fu-fuck, fuck.” He moaned. “Im gonna cum, gonna fucking cum down your throat, ngh fuck!” you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. “That’s it, take my cum down that pretty throat.”

You took him out your mouth, giving his tip a few kisses. “You taste so good.” He groaned; your panties were soaked through, desperate to feel his cock in your cunt.

“Wanna ride your cock.” You climbed into his lap, your pantie clad cunt, sitting directly on his cock. “Fu-fuck, gonna take my cock?” He brought his hand down to your ass, slapping it. “Fuck yes.” You moaned. “Wanna ride it so bad.”

“Fuck.” You were killing him, all he wanted for his birthday was to have a peaceful night in and a clean house — now he has all that and a pretty girl ready to ride his cock.

“Take your panties off, leave those pretty thigh garners on.” You stood up, pulling your panties down your legs, giving him a nice look at your ass. “Fuck, sit down.” You straddled his lap, hovering over his cock. “Mmh, fuck!” you moaned, sitting down on his cock. “Your cock is so big.”

You bounced up and down, his cock stretching you out. “Fuck princess, keep bouncing, fucking taking my dick like a good girl.” He moaned, you grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, “S-sir.” You moaned, he slapped your ass. “Fu-fuck!” You screamed. “That sir word is gonna get you fucked dumb baby.” He growled. “I want it.”

He planted his feet, fucking up into your, your moans became high pitched, chenle’s neighbors probably heard you, but you didn’t care, not when you were about to reach your high. “S-sir.” You spoke. “Sir i’m gonna cum.” He grunted, grabbing your boobs. “Fuck me too, cum for me princess, cum all over my cock, so I can cum all over those perfect tits.”You screamed, thighs shaking as you coated his cock in your cum. “That’s it -fuck- cum all over my dick.”

“Fuck.” He cursed, he was about to cum, he could feel it. “Fuck get back on your knees, i’m about to blow my load.” You got up, sinking back down on your knees. “Stroke it for me.”

You took his cock into your hand, stroking it, he moaned out. “Fuck!” he groaned. “Fuck I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned, cum spurting from his cock, landing on your boobs and on your lower chin. “Sh-shit.” He breathed, watching his cum drip down your chest, coating your nipples. “So pretty.”

He scooped up some of his cum from your nipples, pressing it on your lips — you took his fingers into your mouth. “Fuck good girl.” You sucked his fingers cleaned.

You chuckled taking in everything that just happened. “I’ve never did that with a client before.” You said, chenle chuckled. “Guess i’m special.” You excused yourself to use his bathroom to clean up, putting your panties back on, and your bra, ready to leave. “Here.” He gave you an extra 200 dollars. “Think of it as a birthday present.” You said.

He nodded, “well then hand me your phone number, so can schedule another appointment.” You smiled, “You’re supposed to book me on the sight.” He rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a tease, i’ll book you on the stupid site, but your number is if I want a personal type of service.” Your smirked, writing down your number. “Here.”

You put your jacket back on, grabbing your cleaning supplies, he walked you to the door. “Happy birthday sir.” You said kissing his cheek, before walking away down the hall. “Shit.” He closed the door, sitting back down on the couch.

His phone rang, he answered it, jaemins voice rang through the phone. “So, did you enjoy it?” he rolled his eyes. “Next time, give me a heads up.” he said. “Did you like it?” He bit his lip. “I should fire you.” The boy laughed. “I see you had a good time; I hear the happiness in your voice, I won’t ask questions.” jaemin teased.

“I know you’ll be booking again though.”

©️LUVYENI

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atinystraynstay · 4 months

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You Calling My Name - Seo Changbin

Synopsis: You were his favorite. His favorite person, his favorite scent, his favorite sound. Being away from you for so long was driving him insane, but thank god for modern technology.

Pairing: idol! Seo Changbin x fem reader

Genre: Smut, established relationship, long distance - Minors DNI

Contains: nudity, male masturbation, mentions of oral (f. receiving), video call sex, dirty talk, pet names, female masturbation, dacryphilia, orgasm

Word Count: 3k

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It was around 12:11am, meaning it was a little after 2:11pm in Korea. You did an everything shower - washed your hair, did a sugar scrub on your legs and arms, shaved, and moisturized your legs. You had put mousse in your hair, giving the extra volume you know that drove Changbin wild.

It's been over two months since you last saw Changbin. You were fortunate to have been able to fly out to visit him during your fall break of your college program. You spent five days exploring Seoul together, him showing you his favorite spots and introducing you to his friend group. You even got to meet his family and sister! It was a wonderful trip, but one that happened far too quickly for your liking.

In just a few short weeks, Changbin would be flying from Korea to America to spend the holidays with you - both Christmas and the new year! You were beyond excited to spend one on one time together, as well as get to show him around like he did for you. You also were excited to be able to spend your favorite time of the year with the love of your life.

That didn't replace the emptiness you felt. You craved his touch, you craved his kisses, you craved him. And for now, FaceTime was your only option that got you two close to satisfying your desires.

Soon, you heard your laptop ringing, indicating you had a FaceTime call coming in. Right on time. You looked over to see Changbin's name in the corner with a green accept button and a red decline button. Quickly, you situated yourself so you were sat up on your knees. The white tee shirt riding up gently to expose your bare thighs on the call. In fact, it was a tee shirt of his you stashed away in your suitcase before leaving. You made sure your hair looked neat before answering.

"There's my girl," he said the moment you came into view.

He was leaned back in a chair, assuming he was back at the dorm. Stray Kids had just completed a successful dome tour in Japan, so they were getting some well-deserved time off before their schedules ramp back up in 2023.

Changbin was wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants. What drew your attention first was his naturally curly hair. God, he was so gorgeous. From his position, you knew he had his laptop on the coffee table so you could see him fully relaxed. He had his legs slightly spread, hand resting on his thigh close to his crotch. What you would give to be on your knees in front of him right now.

"Hi Binnie," you said softly. "How are you doing tonight?" "It's been an alright day so far, doll. But this is my highlight. God, I wish I was there with you right now. Is that my shirt, by the way?"

You glanced down, unable to hide your smirk. Your fingers twisted the hem of his t-shirt. The movement gave him a glance of the pink lace underwear you wearing. Just for him. You could have sworn you heard him groan from your computer. I guess he saw a glimpse of his surprise.

"Maybe it is," you said nonchalantly before looking up at him through your lashes. "I just wanted something to remember you by," you confessed.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not mad. I can't be when you look so perfect for me. I just wish I could jump through the screen to be with you."

Your heart fluttered at Changbin's words. To the world, he was this tough guy who rapped insanely fast. He was buff and intimidating, someone who you didn't want to anger. Yet, you knew the real Changbin. To you, he was your adorable boyfriend who couldn't harm a fly even if he tried. He had a soft heart and gentle touch, but ready to go to war for those he cares the most about.

"You know, I feel like I'm wearing too much clothing. Why don't you get comfortable, baby?" You suggested.

Changbin smirked at your question, nodding his head. He wasn't the type of guy to be sly. He liked getting straight to the point. He stood up from his seat, very slowly undoing the tie around his waist that kept his sweatpants at his hips. You subconsciously squeezed your tights together as you watched him. He knew how much you adored his thighs. If you had to pick a favorite feature, his thighs might take the crown.

His hands gripped onto the waistband of his sweatpants as he slowly pushed them down. Your eyes widened as you noticed he wasn't wearing any boxers. Like you said though, Changbin always knew what he wanted and didn't like to waste time. His cock was already hard, slapping up against his clothed abs. He stepped out of his sweatpants, not wanting them to just pool around his ankles before reclaiming his seat in front of you. You weren't sure where to look - his cock with a flaming red tip or his bare face.

"What you got underneath for me, sweetheart?" He asked.

Slowly, his hand grasped onto his hard cock. But he didn't move it. He didn't want to get too ahead of himself. Changbin always favored when you two finished together.

You smiled at him sweetly before sitting up straighter. Both of your hands this time grabbed onto the hem of the t-shirt before lifting it above your head. Much to his surprise, you had no bra underneath. The extra large shirt did a good job of hiding that surprise. His jaw was dropped which caused you to giggle.

"Like what you see, baby?" "God, you already know I do, darling. I love it."

You leaned forward, bringing both of your hands to rest on your knees. You pushed your arms somewhat inward so they brought your breasts closer together. Changbin just wanted to put his face in your breasts and plant kisses all over. He also was hypnotized by your hard nipples, thanks to the chilly air in the bedroom. He wanted so desperately to wrap his lips on one and suck as if his life depended on it.

"Do me a favor. Sit back against the headboard, spread your legs for me. I want see all of you."

Shivers ran up and down your spine. Memories from the last time you were in this position came flooding back to your mind. You remembered how Changbin placed his head in-between your legs. Every time he ate you out, he treated you as if you were his last meal. If you closed your eyes, you could see feel his tongue sliding up and down your slit just before sticking his tongue in your pussy.

You were his favorite meal after all.

Compiling to his request, you scooted back so your back rested against the dark wood of your headboard. You slowly spread your legs open for him. Through FaceTime, you could see a darker pink patch forming on your crotch.

He didn't know where to look first. His eyes first went to your panties, noticing the wet patch forming and getting larger by the second. The second thing he noticed was how hard your nipples were. You were laid out for him, just waiting for him to pounce. He began to move his closed fist up and down his cock, thumb teasing the angry head as you would've done. His precum already collecting on his thumb.

"God dammit, baby. You really must miss me? Just the sight of my cock over FaceTime and you're getting so wet. I wish I could taste you right now."

You whined slightly at his words. You wanted that more than anything. You wanted to feel his hands run all over your body, you wanted his mouth everywhere and anywhere. You just wanted him. Subconsciously, your fingers began to move towards your clothed pussy and ran over it gently. "I bet you smell so delicious too, hmm? Why don't you take the panties off and show daddy what is mine. Show me your pussy." "All yours, baby. Just waiting for you."

You moved your legs together and lifted your hips, just enough to slip the panties off of your hips. Changbin's eyes followed as your panties sliding down your legs, until they were out of the view from being dropped on the floor. You resumed your previous position, legs spread and now your glistening pussy on full display.

"The moment I get home, I'm ruining that pussy. You hear me?" He growled. "I'm going to make you cry, scream, or cum so many times you lose count. I'm going to make up for all the time you've spent without me."

You wanted to squeeze your thighs together in response to Changbin. You craved the feeling of him pinning you down, doing whatever he likes to you.

Your fingers at the moment ghosted over your clit. You didn't allow yourself to touch yourself, not yet at least. Even though your lover was already masturbating to the sight of your naked form, you had to wait. Changbin prided himself in being able to provide for you, taking much of that pride from your intimacy. He was in charge. "S-Sir, can I please touch myself?"

Changbin groaned hearing the name you call him. You noticed his free hand moved down to fondle his balls, just as you would do if you were on your knees. Your voice shook a bit, fighting off your own urges.

"Baby girl, there's no need for formalities right now. But I do appreciate you asking. Go ahead, show me what my poor girl has to endure while I'm away."

You didn't have to be told twist. You spread your legs as wide as they allowed you. Your fingers circled your clit at first, almost to get you warmed up. Yet, since the moment you got ready for him, you've already been in the headspace. You moaned softly at the feeling of your clit getting pressure it desperately craved.

"Atta girl. Keep going," he encouraged you.

Your fingers traced figure-eights first into your clit. It was Changbin's signature move until you begged for more. His words though were enough for the time being, as you both were horny and just wanting to watch each other.

As your fingers slipped from your clit to your pussy, you kept your eyes on him. You noticed the vein on the side of Changbin's cock becoming more prominent. The pace of his hand had picked up a bit. If you were there, you would have taken over for him. You would jerk him off as you suck him dry.

"Is my girl lost in thought, hmm?" Changbin questioned. He noticed how quiet you got rather quickly. Yet, your eyes twinkled as you watched him jerk off to the sight of you. It made his ego swell. He loved knowing you were attracted to him.

"I c-can't help it, Binnie. You just look so handsome," you whimpered.

Two of your fingers slipped into your pussy. You arched your back slightly at the relief and pleasure setting in. You pumped your fingers gently, not quite matching Changbin's current pace, but you were building up to it. Your fingers already curling into your g-spot.

Changbin was nearly drooling over you. He saw the way your wetness coated your inner thighs and now your knuckles that were in your pussy. He found himself growing jealous, wishing that was him fingering you instead of yourself. it was indeed a heavenly sight to see his angel blissed out, but he wanted to be the only one giving you pleasure. "I miss your cock, Binnie," you called out to him. "I miss the way you fill me up. I miss the way you make me scream, make my body ache. I miss you filling me up with your cum," you panted out.

He had gotten so focused on watching your fingers go in and out of your soaking, tight cunt, he didn't notice what else you had gotten up to. Your free hand had reached up to cup your breast, squeezing it every now and then. The feeling of your harden nipple underneath the palm of your hand caused you to scream. Your body was trembling slightly already.

He could feel his orgasm approaching him, but he didn't want to rush this moment. He didn't want to rush time with you.

Suddenly, you cried out in frustration. You were trying to move your fingers at a faster speed, trying to reach deeper inside of you. But you couldn't. You never could reach the same spots that Changbin could, the same spots that made your toes curl and made you see the stars.

Changbin noticed the tears starting to fill and fall from your eyes. While it pained him to see you frustrated, he found it enduring and even attractive. He liked knowing he was the only one that could give you pleasure. He liked knowing that you needed him that desperately that you couldn't even bring yourself relief. He groaned as the tears began to run down your face. If he was there, he would run his tongue over your cheek to rid of them.

"Binnie, I-I can't. I can't make myself cum. I need you."

His baby needed him.

"Yes, you can, angel. I know you can," he cooed. "Move your hand off of your breast and play with your clit as you finger yourself. It'll help." "What will actually help is having you fingering me," you whimpered.

But you did as he said. Your hand leaving your breasts to occupy your clit. This time, your rubbed it in harsh circles. You could see the way that Changbin's breathing was harsh and quick, signaling he was close. Some of his curls were sticking to his forehead yet all his attention was on you.

You felt your pussy walls squeeze your fingers now from the extra stimulation. You head tilted back in relief, finally getting close to your orgasm. You quickly picked your head back to look at Changbin. The man looked like he was about to burst at any second. "Baby," you called out to him. "Please cum for me. I want to see you paint your stomach and thighs in your cum." "Now, sweet girl, you know I like to cum together." "But I think watching you could help me. Please. I want to see you cum so bad."

More tears fell from your eyes. How could he ever deny you?

His fist picked up the pace. He was groaning out your name as he felt his hard cock throbbing in his fist. His hands that cupped his balls squeezing hard, just enough to bring him to the edge. What got him through was thinking of you. He longed for your warm touch and kisses, he wanted you to be pressed up against him. He was eager to see you again, in person and not through a computer screen.

He loud out a loud moan, head tilting back as you watched him cum spurt out of your cock. His cock twitching as the cum covered his lower stomach and thighs. Changbin had tilted his head back against the back of the chair, his chest rising. Yet, his eyes never left yours.

You continued your own pace, chasing after your high. Your fingers were going at record speed while your other fingers of your opposite hand catered to your clit. Your pussy walls were beginning to spasm against your fingers, knowing you were close.

You cried out his name as you felt your orgasm hit. The knot coming undone in your abdomen, sending your back arching and legs trembling. It wasn't the greatest orgasm you had, but it was probably the best for now. Your best orgasms were always with Changbin. Your vision blurry from the tears. "So gorgeous," Changbin whispered. You didn't even notice that he began to clean himself up. You slowly moved your legs back in front of you. Your body felt exhausted, being that this was the first time you've cum in weeks.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He asked. The silence again taking over. He had pulled up his sweatpants then leaned in close to the camera. He frowned, feeling guilty that he wasn't able to provide you appropriate self-care. To him, the after care was just as important as sex. Maybe even more.

You nodded your head, offering him a gentle smile. You tucked your legs underneath the comforter of the bed, leaning up to grab the laptop. You moved your computer to rest on the pillow, on the side where Changbin normally sleeps. You pulled the blanket then up to your chin as you sunk into your side, letting the blanket completely cover you. "I'm just tired, Binnie," you whispered. He nodded as he watched you get curled up. He wished he could do more for you in this moment. H wanted to play with your hair, to comfort you. He wanted to place tiny kisses all over your face, all over your body. You could sense that something was troubling him. You could always just tell with him. If you two had it your way, you'd be in person. But soon enough.

"Binnie?" He perked up hearing you call for him. "Can you sing to me?"

He smiled gently at your request. "For you? Anything." He moved his face closer to the computer, much to your delight. Your smiled as you took in the sight of his deep brown eyes, his nose, his smile. He was all yours. And you were all his.

He began to sing "Because" which caused you to smile even wider. Your head nestled into the pillow beneath you.

It was something small he could do for you, but he would do anything and everything for you. That was not up for compromise. You were his whole world.

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followmybadreligion · 2 months

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"Je te laisserai des mot"

a valentine’s day date with your sweet, sweet boyfriend.

“Hyunjin, come here.” You called as you dusted your hands free of the white, cakey flour that’d made a thin coat over them. Your voice bounced off the tall walls of your apartment and played back in your head like a loud, jarring record that disturbed the once quiet, peaceful atmosphere, and you immediately regret not just going to get him.

In front of you sat a large bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough, which you’d spent the better half of the morning preparing– from scratch. On the side of that lay two pink, heart-shaped baking trays, one for you and one for him. You’d already coated them in butter (The only non-stick agent you had) and sprinkled a thin layer of brown sugar across them, and now all that was left for you to do was preheat the oven.

“Three seventy-five,” you whispered to yourself, spinning away from your work to assess the settings on your oven. It was brand new, much like the rest of the place, but the controls were easy enough to work with the typical dials traded for a sleek screen. You tapped it once and waited for it to illuminate before pressing the “Bake” option promoted on its right side and setting it properly.

A small smile spread across your lips as you looked at the cute, white fixture nestled among brown cabinets with tops of beige wood. Its once-dark interior lit up with an orange hue, courtesy of the heating panel built into the bottom, and you could just barely feel the heat begin to radiate from it. Just a few minutes before you’d be able to get your treats in there and baking— that was if Hyun were to hurry.

You moved over a few feet to an empty counter space, lifting yourself onto it and crossing your legs over one another as you waited. The wood was warm underneath your exposed thighs, pressing into you firmly enough to leave marks for sure. You giggled as you thought of his reaction to seeing you like this. More than likely, he’d be a little surprised at the sight— you, in his Dear Daniel tee, your panties and socks, and virtually nothing else, lightly dusted with flour and sugar— it’d be a trip for sure. But knowing him, he’d love it. He always loved seeing you in his clothes, and he loved seeing you work on your hobbies even more.

From your spot on the counter, you had the perfect view from one of the living room windows to the incoming sunrise. The sky swirled with beautiful shades of orange and pink, contrasted with the masses of gray and yellow underneath it. Skyscrapers, hoards of cars, lively apartment units— all of it did little to dull the beauty of the new day, and you took a few minutes to bask in it.

You could faintly make out the sound of beeping, rushing cars, even from how high up your flat was, but somehow that only added to the ambiance— warmth enveloping you at all sides, a show of such pretty colors, and the sound of what felt the most like home— Seoul.

But oh, this moment would be so much better with your boy.

You sighed deeply, realizing it’d been a good few minutes since you’d called his name and he still hadn’t answered. You turned towards the oven again, catching sight of the pink, square-shaped clock resting above it on the spice rack. It read 6:34, which was no surprise to you with the sunrise and all. What was a surprise, however, was that Hyunjin still wasn’t up. Normally, he’d already be at the window with his sketch pad, drawing whatever subject had come to mind (It was almost always you) while he sipped away on his coffee or tea of the morning.

You pushed yourself to the edge of the counter, allowing yourself to slide over the edge and onto your feet before you took off towards the stairs of your loft. The railing– a black, thin fixture– was crisp and loud under your touch, prompting you to let go of it as you climbed the remainder of the stairs. You wanted to wake him as softly and sweetly as possible, especially today.

A soft smile adorned your lips as you approached your bedroom, eyes locking on the adorable sight that was your boyfriend. He was sprawled out over the bed, arms clutching your pillow to his chest in his sleep. His face rested on your other one, buried under a mess of long, dark hair, but from what you could make out— his pink, swollen lips and red, flushed cheeks— he was sleeping peacefully. Several large windows fixed across the space poured in more of that golden hue, making him seem even more angelic than he was, and for a moment, you just wished you could draw as well as him.

“Honey,” you called, this time a lot softer as you approached his resting figure. He hummed softly in response, but his eyes still didn’t open.

Crawling into bed next to him, you grabbed the pillow he clung to and pulled it away to catch his attention. He whined at your antics, stirring more as he reached for something else to hold.

“You gotta wake up now.” You said through a smile of pure admiration. He looked so cute to you like this, and there was little you could do to stop your hands from coming up and fanning through his pretty locks. You started at the front, lightly combing away the strands that obscured his pretty face— a face sculpted by some Greek god whom you’d thank every day for the rest of your life. Then, you brought your hands back to gently fluff up the rest of his mane, giggling at how he whined more under your touch.

“I have a surprise for you.”

He blew out a deep breath, eyes clamping shut for a few seconds as he struggled to wake up fully. After a few more moments of silence, his eyes opened in a squint, dark brown irises magnified by light tears. He didn’t speak and opened his mouth in a wide “O” shape, letting out a soft yawn that only made your heart grow softer.

“What surprise?” he whispered, hands coming up to wipe the sleep out of his face.

“You’ll have to come with me to see.” You whispered back, beginning to raise yourself from the bed.

His touch against your thigh immediately halted your actions, the warm sensation sending a small jolt of electricity up your body. It was jarring— the feeling of his hand squeezing into you— but it was also incredibly welcomed, and you immediately allowed yourself to sink back into the plush surface beneath you.

“Wait,” his voice was soft but raspy, still stale from the lack of use overnight, “Will you lay here with me for a few more seconds, please?”

“Baby, I-” but before you could finish your sentence, he was pulling you into his bare, broad chest and laying back down with you.

“Just a few more minutes.”

You weren’t sure how long you spent nestled in Hyunjin’s arms before you realized you’d still had that oven on. While the boy rested peacefully above you, you slid out of his grasp as swiftly as possible, as you knew he’d only pull you back if he were to wake.

Then, you were back downstairs, without your boy, right at square one.

You sighed as you glanced around at the setting you’d created for the two of you: mugs of hot chocolate (That’d long gone cold) with heart-shaped marshmallows floating in it, festive cookware, pink and white candles, your Polaroid loaded with red and white film; a cute baking date for the two of you to bring in Valentine’s day, and yet you couldn’t get him down here.

Sunrise had long since passed, and now, a pale, white light poured into your kitchen, adding a lighter feel to the scene you’d set. It still looked just as pretty to you, even though you hadn’t envisioned it like this, and you were itching for Hyunjin to see it as well.

You racked your brain for what to do, contemplating going up and trying to get him a second time before your eyes ghosted over the light pink vinyl player you’d set up when you were decorating. You immediately walked over to it, looking through the few records you sat out. Most were by Lana Del Rey, a guilty pleasure of Hyunjin’s, though he never seemed too guilty. The only one that was different was one with a brown and beige cover, depicting a man and woman who you could only assume were from the Victorian age. The man was on his knees, facing away from an unknown woman who used his capped head as an armrest or a leaning post. The image of the two was encased by dark, interlinking tiles, snaking from one end of the vinyl to the other, leaving a space at the bottom where you’d penned in a simple titled: “Je te laisserai des mot.”

After lifting the needle, you slid the vinyl from its casing and delicately placed it on the player, taking a second to wipe away any dust that’d settled on it. Then, you dropped the needle to its proper position, lifted the volume slider to its maximum setting, and pressed play.

The melodic humming of a man filled your mind immediately, accompanied by the few keys of a piano. The feeling fluttering through your heart was hard to explain; it was lovely, like a mix of bliss and happiness that possessed you as you melted into the chords, but there was also a sense of pain and longing etched into it.

Your eyes clamped shut as the song forged on, his humming growing quiet as a symphony of strings and piano overtook him. When you first saw the record, you thought that perhaps you’d left it out by mistake. You’d always found it to be a particularly romantic song, and it did remind you of Hyun, but part of you felt as if it were too sad to play at a moment like this. However, now you could see why you’d chosen to leave it out.

When you listened to it, moments that you and he had shared flashed through your mind like pretty scenes from a movie: driving in the rain with your hands intertwined, slow dancing in the living room as the city lights shined on you, staring at each other until you both got shy and laughed the feeling away: all those beautiful things that the two of you had done moving by like a montage. But you didn’t want the moment you two were about to share to be a part of that; you wanted it to be the scene itself.

Just as the symphony faded and the man’s voice bled back in, you began to hear shuffling from upstairs, which snapped you from your sudden idleness.

You turned to the two mugs of cocoa and put them into the microwave to heat for a few minutes, excitement coursing through you.

The song continued to lull in the background, the man’s words echoing through your head.

Je te laisserai des mot

“I will leave you with notes,” you translated out in your head. You didn’t speak French, no, but you’d listened to the song so often that you made it a point to look up translations of the lyrics, and you now knew just about everything he sang by heart.

En-dessous de ta porte

“Underneath your door.”

En-dessous de les murs qui chantent

“Underneath the singing walls.”

You began to sing along with the lyrics lowly, admiring the way your voice seemed to blend in with the silkiness of the singers. At the same time, you could hear how Hyunjin shuffled out of bed, taking a few seconds before he walked towards the stairs. He paused at the top of the case for a few beats, almost as if to get a better listen, before hurriedly skipping down them two steps at a time.

You looked his way, smile gleaming as you took note of his disheveled state. Despite your smoothing earlier, his hair was back to being a mess, some of it making a curtain over his eyes while the rest swooped and curled about. He still wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the several love bites you’d given him the night before were very visible, making your cheeks heat a bit. The most amusing part of it all, though, was the boy’s face. Even with his tired appearance, his eyes were wide with shock and excitement, and his lips formed a small circle as he analyzed the kitchen for himself.

“You did all of this, baby?” He finally quipped after a few seconds of staring. You couldn’t suppress your giggle as you moved to stop the microwave, gently grabbing the handles of the mugs and placing them on the counter.

“Of course I did.” You replied, walking towards him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my boy.”

A soft smile spread across his face at your words, and he began to walk towards you, meeting you in the middle and wrapping you up in his arms without a second thought. You could feel how fast his heart was beating against you, the beat so clear with your head against his chest. Even after dating for so long, being that close to you never failed to make him nervous.

“I love you.” He whispered, breaking the brief silence that’d settled between you. His hands squeezed your waist tighter at his statement, and you could feel how bated his breath was as the words left his mouth– almost like he was scared.

You paused for a second, giving yourself the time to pour over his words. He’d told you that so many times. So, so many times, yet it caught you by surprise each one.

You pulled back for a second and ran your hands down from his neck to his bare chest, allowing them to rest there as you looked up at him.

The song still hummed in the background, a soft, melodic humming drifting through the air as the two of you gazed upon each other. You fought against yourself, wanting nothing more but to press your lips against his and pour as much of your love into as him could, but you knew that you couldn’t. He knew what it felt like. He needed to hear it now.

“Hyunjin,” you started, watching as his eyes widened a bit as he became more eager to hear what you’d say, “there aren’t words strong enough to describe the way I feel about you.”

“I mean…I need you.” You continued, tilting your head slightly as you moved your hands up to play in his hair. His eyes blinked closed a few times at the sensation of your fingers against his scalp, causing you to giggle a bit, before he diverted his attention back towards you.

“I adore you.” A blissful smile crossed his face at that, eyes crinkling at the sides.

You inched your face closer to his, standing up on your tippy toes in an effort to level with him more.

“I love you, baby.” You finally whispered, voice as smooth as honey. “I love you so much.”

And with that, your lips were against his.

“What’d you write on yours?” You questioned, looking over only for him to shield his pan with his arm.

“Not yet!” He exclaimed, lowering his face closer to his work as he moved the piping bag along as slowly and carefully as he could.

“Hyunjin…” you whined, tapping his arm slightly to his panic. You’d long been done with decorating and were now standing off to the side, sipping on your second mug of hot cocoa of the morning.

You knew how particular Hyun was when it came to his art, and it was always something that you admired, but it was killing you that he was being so secretive, especially because you hadn’t expected him to take it that seriously. It was food coloring and frosting after all. Not oil canvases and watercolors. What was taking him so long?

You shifted away for a second towards the record player again, noticing how Lana’s dreamy voice had faded out and the record was starting from the beginning once again. You flicked the pause button and lifted the needle, bringing your finger down onto the vinyl and letting it scape against its surface as it came to a stop.

“Do me a favor, please.” Hyunjin pipped up.

You paused, looking back at him as you waited for him to continue.

“Play our song.” This time he looked back, piping bag in hand as he met your gaze.

You threw him a soft smile before you turned back, putting the first vinyl away and grabbing the all-too-familiar beige cover.

For the fourth time that morning, you loaded it onto the player and began to play it, humming softly as you did so. Hyunjin joined in, voice softer than yours, but still there. He always did that when you sang– joined in with you, softly enough to hear you, but loud enough to let you know he was there.

Just as the man’s voice began to fade in, Hyunjin broke away from the song, and whispered a simple, “Come here, baby.”

You did as he asked, sitting your mug down on the counter in front of you and turning to approach him. You rested your head against his shoulder, one arm draping across his shoulder as you peered down at the pink, heart-shaped pan that rested right next to yours.

In his, lay a heart-shaped cookie cake, covered from top to bottom in light brown frosting. It was perfectly smooth, not a single dip or line in its foundation, and you just knew that Hyunjin had gone over it time and time again to make sure of that. Around the edges of the cookie were white, interwebbing vines that crawled up the sides and stopped just shy of the upper edge. The most captivating part, however, was the top that was particularly bare, away from thirteen, white cursive words.

“I will always leave you notes if you will always pick them up.”

Je te laisserai des mot.

A/N: Hey y'all! This was meant to come out on Valentine's Day (I'm a day late and a dollar short, I know🥲) but I've been swamped and had to push it back. Still, I hope you guys enjoy having a late V-day with this sweet boy. Thanks for reading! -M'k <3

#happy valentine's day #skz fluff #skz hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz imagines #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #domestic fluff

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peachesyeo · 3 months

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youth - yungi

💌 parings: idol!childhoodfriends!yungi x lawstudent!gn!reader 💌 genre: slice of life 💌 contains: mentions of alcohol consumption, mention of mingi's hiatus 💌 word count: 1k

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

You opened the can of beer, sitting by the bench of the Han River.

Today was shit. Rushing orders, unhappy customers, the yells of your manager as you tried to fix everything. You are beyond tired, physically and mentally. The light from your illuminated watch told you it was almost midnight as you took a mouthful of canned beer.

It sucks. You left your hometown, coming towards the big city of Seoul to study. You thought you could achieve your dreams of becoming a lawyer here, but reality smacked you out of it. You had no money, no power. You could even barely afford your monthly rent for your apartment. You had a part-time job at a chicken restaurant, frying chicken as your life depended on it.

The cold breeze along the Han River caressed your heating face gently as you took another mouthful of beer. Even down to alcohol, you have to opt for the cheapest one. Heck, after this one, you are not even sure whether you have enough money to buy food for tomorrow. You laughed at your pathetic situation, standing up. You would have to walk home now; there are barely any buses around midnight.

As you stuffed the empty can of beer into your pocket, you slowly made your way towards the direction of your rented apartment. Sometimes, just sometimes, you want to give up.

You thought of what your parents had told you. "Y/n, you're still young. You have to go out, make friends, create memories. Youth is everything, yet time is cruel." They have said, before sending you on the bus to the city. "You're still young. When you become an adult, you'll understand what we mean."

Easier said than done. Go out? You were either studying or working, trying to lessen the financial burden on your parents. Make friends? Your class has its cliques, and you just don't fit in. Create memories? That's just a waste of time.

You sighed, fishing out your phone. There are zero notifications, not even a reminder. Your phone is as good as a decoration, you thought, stuffing them back into your pocket.

"Y/n?" You paused, stopping in your tracks. Turning to the sound of the voice, you were surprised to see two familiar faces sitting by the bench. One of them had their hair dyed blond, wearing a brown hoodie. The other wore a mask on his face and a dark flannel shirt with a white tee underneath. "Yunho? Mingi?"

The blond one stood up. "It's you. I thought I was seeing things." Yunho said as you approached them. The smell of alcohol is strong, and you glance at the empty beer bottles littered around them. "Tough night?"

"You bet." Mingi's voice was gruff. He eyed you as Yunho gave you a clap on your back in greeting. "Since when did you come into the city? And not tell me or Yun."

You gave him a sad smile. "I didn't want to bother you guys. I know how hard being an idol must be." You gestured towards the bottles. Mingi laughed at your words, his eyes downcasted. Yunho shook his head, sitting back down as he spoke, his voice gentle. "You won't bother us. We're friends, remember?"

True. Yunho, Mingi and you were once close friends back in your hometown, with the three of you being neighbours at one point. However, Yunho and Mingi left to pursue their dreams of becoming an idol when they were in high school. You nodded. "I know, but…"

"Join us?" Mingi offered a still-full bottle. You took it gratefully, sitting down beside him. The three of you stayed in silence as you watched the Han River.

"By the way, I received your congratulatory gift when we debuted." Yunho broke the silence. You turned towards him, and Yunho was fiddling with the bottle. "Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't send a text or anything; I didn't have your Kakao."

"D'you want to exchange now?" Mingi put his bottle down, taking out his phone. You exchanged your Kakao IDs with them and leaned back on the bench. "It's very different here, isn't it?" You asked as Mingi hummed in approval. "Yeah…"

"I heard from Auntie that you took a law course," Yunho said. You nodded, sighing. "Yeah. I did."

"Is it tiring? Learning to be a lawyer?" Mingi asked. You shrugged, gulping a mouthful of alcohol. "Learning to be a lawyer isn't a problem, but my fucked up social circle and time management is. I have no connections, and I could barely fit into any of the cliques in my class. Every day, I study, work, eat, sleep and repeat them." You looked down at the calm waters. "Every time Eomma calls me to ask about my well-being, I don't even have the heart to tell her how tired I am."

Mingi clapped your thigh lightly. Yunho sighed loudly, leaning his head against the bench. "We're not exactly having a smooth life here, either. Performances, concerts, dance practices. So many expectations to uphold, especially from our fans…" He looked up into the dark sky. "Mingi's thinking about going on a hiatus."

You looked at Mingi. The usually happy-go-lucky male seemed miserable. "Yeah. Back injury and I couldn't get it together. Mentally."

It's your turn to encourage him. "If you're going on hiatus, d'you want to come out and drink sometime?" You suggested. "That'll be nice. You get to hang out with Y/n." Yunho sounded delighted. Mingi seemed a little unsure. "But you said that you barely have enough time t-"

"I can always make some time for you, big guy." You interrupted. "You know when the old folks say enjoy life as it is? Even if I might not have enough money to eat tomorrow, I still bought this can." You took out the empty can in your pocket and threw it towards the pile of empty beer bottles.

Mingi snorted. "I don't understand how that works. 'Play now, work later'?" He said as Yunho chuckled. You shrugged, turning towards him. "I wish we're still kids, man. Adulthood sucks."

"True. Adulthood sucks." Yunho said. The three of you looked at each other and laughed.

'While looking up at the starlights, I want to lean on you. I want you to smile my way.' ⎯⎯ youth, yunho & mingi

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myobsessionsspace · 6 months

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He's Been Saying It, Without Saying It, For A Long Damn Time

GENDER NEUTRAL.

GENDERLESS.

EMBRACES BOTH MASCULINITY...

AND FEMININITY

What is a man? Who decides?

He appreciates more than just stereotypical compliments

LOVE YOURSELF: SEOUL

He struggled so much with his identity and how to present himself. Who he is now is who he’s happy with.

He’s told us through art on his skin

Me, Myself & I: Jimin

Freedom

His most transparent statement to date (in my opinion)

He’s told us with his photo-folio

FILTER

He expresses it through performance.

My short and simple interpretation: Clothed in neutral colours that he originally came in, tried on the advertised to the masses, desired/accepted presentation, got rid of them all and embraced his own unique colour!

This is how Jimin CHOOSES to present himself publicly

he has also said numerous times his at home mode is sweats and baggy tees (if dressed at all)

This isn’t a new thing, just a rediscovered and more bold take

To us he is handsome, beautiful, ethereal, all that and more…

He prefers PRETTY, CUTE & DELICATE

Either one and all of them…

✨He’s JIMIN✨

💜

#Jimin #GENDERLESS #GENDER NEUTRAL #I call him Minie Minie Jagi Angel Farie…#Kookmin #Jikook #the last tag just because…

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mysweetlixe · 5 months

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24 Hours: Day in the life |Hyunjin|

Summary: In the dazzling world of fame and fashion, "Vogue" offers an intimate glimpse into the extraordinary life of Y/N, a globally renowned sensation, and her equally charismatic boyfriend. For 24 hours, the documentary captures the couple's captivating daily routine, blending glamour with authenticity.

Words: 580

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The sun began to cast its golden glow over the city as Y/N and Hyunjin stood in front of their closet, contemplating what to wear for the day ahead. Y/N, an accomplished author, and Hyunjin, a member of the popular K-pop group Stray Kids, led busy lives, but their mornings were a sacred time together.

Vogue had decided to follow the couple for 24 hours, capturing the essence of their daily routine and the sweet moments they shared. Y/N ran her fingers through the racks of clothes, considering various options. She finally settled on a comfortable yet stylish outfit – a loose-fitting blouse paired with high-waisted jeans. Hyunjin, on the other hand, opted for a casual yet effortlessly cool look, donning a graphic tee and ripped jeans.

As they got ready, Y/N couldn't help but admire Hyunjin's reflection in the mirror. "You always look so handsome," she remarked with a smile.

He returned the compliment, "And you always look beautiful. It's like we're made for each other."

With a quick peck on the cheek, they headed out for the day. Vogue's cameras followed them as they navigated through the bustling streets of Seoul, their laughter and easy banter filling the air.

Their first stop was Y/N's favorite coffee shop, where she often found inspiration for her writing. While she sipped on her cappuccino, Hyunjin sat across from her, scrolling through his phone.

"So, what are you working on these days?" he asked, genuinely interested in her creative process.

Y/N shared details about her latest project, a gripping novel that had been keeping her up at night. Hyunjin listened intently, occasionally offering his input. They were each other's biggest supporters, celebrating successes and navigating challenges together.

The next part of their day involved a glimpse into Hyunjin's world as he attended a dance rehearsal with Stray Kids. Vogue documented the rigorous practice sessions, capturing the dedication and talent that went into every performance. Y/N watched from the sidelines, marveling at the energy and synergy of the group.

After the rehearsal, they grabbed a quick lunch together, stealing glances and exchanging smiles that spoke volumes. Hyunjin's playful side emerged as he tried to feed Y/N a bite of his meal, resulting in laughter and teasing.

As the day progressed, Y/N retreated to her writing space while Hyunjin headed for individual interviews and promotional activities with the group. Vogue discreetly captured Y/N lost in thought, surrounded by notebooks and scattered pages filled with her intricate handwriting.

When evening fell, the couple reunited for a quiet dinner at a cozy restaurant. The intimate setting allowed them to reflect on their day, sharing stories and relishing in the small moments that made their bond stronger.

As the night approached, they returned home hand in hand. Vogue's cameras discreetly captured the couple's private moments – a stolen kiss in the elevator, a shared glance that spoke volumes. The day concluded with the duo snuggled up on the couch, watching a movie and enjoying each other's company.

As the clock struck midnight, Vogue bid farewell to the couple, capturing a love story that transcended fame and busy schedules. Y/N and Hyunjin closed the door behind them, grateful for the ordinary yet extraordinary moments they shared in their not-so-ordinary lives.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #straykids imagines #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin imagines #skz hyunjin #skz #skz x reader #skz imagine #skz imagines

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 1 month

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Six

Summary: Jungkook comes to pick you up for your "date". Pairing : Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 3.7k~ a/n: I have part one to eleven written already so I figured I would just post this to fill up some space until the next update :) Start from the beginning

After stargazing for a little while longer we make our way back to Seoul and I feel myself getting a little tired. While dozing off I hear Jungkook ask if I want to stay the night at his place and I softly nod yes before falling asleep.

Once we pull into his driveway he calls out to me and brushes the hair out of my face. "Luna, we're here" he says softly, I groan in response and he in turn smiles. After he gets out of the car he comes around to the passenger side and opens my door and sees my eyes start to flutter open. "There she is" he says with a smile on his face, helping my drowsy form out of the car and to his front door.

Once we get inside he locks the door and comes over to me to usher me into his room, but before he gets the chance to I pull him into a soft embrace. "What's this for?" he says with an amused tone in his voice. "Nothing, I'm just really thankful I have you in my life" I say slowly strengthening my hold on him to pull him closer.

"Me too Luna" he says resting his head on mine and returning my embrace. "Now come on, time for bed" he says loosening my grip on him. I let go and nod my head while yawning and rubbing my eyes at the same time. He laughs at my sleepiness while I hold my hand out, waiting for him to lead the way.

He pulls down the covers and helps me into my side of the bed. We tend to take turns sleeping at each other's houses once in a while so we've pretty much claimed many things, such as sleeping on a specific side of the bed every time we're there.

I flop down and roll around a bit to get comfortable. Once I've settled down into a comfortable position he grabs some clothes to change himself into before following soon after.

When he gets in bed he scoots over and pulls me close. I'm so exhausted from everything that happened today that I don't even give it a second thought. After resting my head on his chest he gives me a soft kiss on top of it and starts talking to himself for a while not knowing that I can still hear him since I'm still somewhat conscious.

"I wish you wouldn't hold back as much as you have been recently. I know there's something going on and I know it's something besides me. I just... I wish life was simple again like when we were younger..." he finishes running his hands through my hair before eventually drifting off to sleep right along with me.

I wake up to the smell of breakfast and I feel my stomach growling, now realizing how hungry I am. I go to the bathroom and straighten out my appearance a bit before going to the kitchen.

"Good morning" I say still feeling a bit groggy. "Good morning baby. Did you sleep alright?" he asks, turning around to face me. He's shirtless and dressed in only grey sweats that mind you are hanging dangerously low on his waist. I gulp at the sight and quickly shift my focus to what he's cooking.

"Like the dead" I say in an effort to laugh off my flustered feelings but he ends up catching me checking him out anyways. "Let me go put a shirt on and then we can eat" he says as he passes by me ghosting his hand on my waist and placing a kiss on top of my head. He tries not to acknowledge what I had done not wanting to tease me because of last night but also wanting to act like we normally do.

I know that he asked me to come over because he was worried about me and I'm thankful but now that I know he has feelings for me I feel I'm almost giving him false hope with everything we've been doing. We've been this close since we were kids so suddenly stopping would be too hard on both of us.

He makes his way back to the kitchen now adorned with a black tee shirt and places the rest of the food on the table and looks up at me expectantly. "So are you gonna come eat or what?". I widen my eyes realizing how I haven't made any moves to get closer ever since I came out.

"Oh, yeah, sorry I'm still trying to wake up" I say making excuses for my continued awkwardness. We both start eating and sit in silence for a while, not really knowing where to start and although it's a little awkward it's not uncomfortable which is reassuring.

"Thanks for having me over" I say glancing up at him briefly. "Of course, I knew my girl needed me" he says softly, smiling at me and clearly amused that I won't make eye contact with him.

I take a big bite of food at that exact moment and I start to feel embarrassed after what he's said but also the fact that I can't even respond properly. I look up at him with widened eyes as a way to show him that I'm still chewing and he laughs at my effort.

"It's okay, go slow, take your time. I wouldn't want you to choke" he says and I blush at the possible double meaning and end up choking anyways. I grab my water and take a big drink of it before coming up for air. I can only manage to let out an awkward laugh before going back in to have another mouthful of food.

I can tell that he's seen the fact that I'm blushing but thankfully doesn't acknowledge it. "So" he starts. "Do you have any plans for the day?" he asks taking a sip from his water.

"Mmm" I say before swallowing the food I had in my mouth. "Not really. I have the day off thankfully but I didn't really plan anything besides us hanging out last night" I say before taking another sip of water. "Why? Do you?" I ask curious as to what he might have planned for the day.

"I'm supposed to hang out with the guys later but I'm not exactly sure what we're gonna do" he pauses for a second before continuing with an excited smile on his face. "You should come with us!" he says brightening up at the idea. "I don't know Kook, you know how I am with new people" I say getting ready to turn him down.

"Come on! You said no last time so you can't turn me down again! It'll be fun! We'll only go for an hour and then we can come back here and spend the day together. Deal?" he says with doe eyes that he knows I can't resist. I was able to avoid his gaze last time but this time I'm struck with their full power. He adds a pout as well making it almost impossible to say no to him.

"One hour?" I question making sure that we're in agreement. "One hour and if you really can't handle it then we'll come home okay?" he says and my heart does a little flip when he uses the word home instead of 'my place' or 'my house'.

"Okay" I agree reluctantly. "Yes! This is gonna be great!" he says getting a sudden boost of energy. "Can we pass by my place first? I should probably put in effort to be bit more presentable since it's my first time meeting them" I say after finishing up my food. "Of course! But you know you have clothes here too" he says reminding me of that fact. "Yeah but those are all sweats and tee shirts. I just told you that I wanted to look a bit more presentable silly" I say laughing and helping him clear the table.

"Whatever, just don't dress too cute! I don't want them to start flirting with you" he says and I can hear a slight streak of possessiveness in his voice. I get butterflies in my stomach again but start laughing at the fact that he's now doubting himself.

"And what makes you think that you can tell me what to do? Maybe I want them to flirt with me" I say patting him on his chest as I walk past him back to his bedroom with a smug smile on my face. He gets a hold of my forearm before I can get too far "Luna" he growls with a warning tone. "What? What's the harm in having a little fun?" I say continuing to tease him, satisfied with his reactions.

"That's it, we're not going" he says letting go of my arm and walking past me into his room before I can. "Oh come on I'm just kidding! It'll be fun meeting them!" I say starting to warm up to the idea. He turns around and makes direct eye contact with me. "On one condition" he says. Rolling my eyes I respond "What is it?" feigning irritation.

"No flirting. I can't control it if they're flirting with you so just don't flirt back alright?" he says and I can't help but smirk at his blatant jealousy. "Okay I promise, no flirting" I say winking to tease him further.

"Now are you gonna call them and figure out what we're doing today?" I ask, trailing off but expecting an answer. "I'll take you home and then while you're getting ready I'll text the group chat and see what they have in mind" he relays while gathering his clothes and a towel and taking them to his bathroom.

"Mind waiting for me while I shower?" he asks, tuning on the water and coming back out to check with me. "No I don't mind, I'll just talk to Grey until you're finished" I say looking down at my phone ready to send her a message. He nods and goes back into the bathroom taking a quick shower as he had said and finishes in record time.

"That was fast" I say looking up at him now dressed in jeans and a plain black tee while still drying his hair with a towel. "Yeah I wanted to get going since we still need to go to your place".

Since he usually doesn't take long it's not that surprising that he finished so quickly but I make sure to help him blow dry his hair before we go anyways. I grab my bag while his gets phone, keys and wallet and we head out.

Once we reach my place he grabs my hand and leads me up to the door which is something I guess we normally do but it's not something I had ever given any thought to until now.

Taking notice of all of these little things we always do together after what happened last night is making me feel really stupid. Like why didn't I notice all of this until now? How has he put up with me being this clueless for so long?

If the roles were reversed then I would hope that I would've confessed to him a long time ago but knowing how guarded and sensitive he can be I guess it kind of makes sense.

He opens the door with his spare key and lets me in first like he owns the place. "You know this is my apartment right" I say laughing at him. "Yes I do but what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine" he says amused with himself.

"How is that fair?" I complain, turning back around to face him while he closes the door and looks back at me with the most adorable bunny smile. "Aw come on Noona you know I'm kidding. You can have whatever I don't want" he says giving me a kiss on the cheek and then running away.

"Jeon Jungkook you're asking for it!" I say running after him. After a minute or two I decide to take matters into my own hands and pretend to trip and hurt myself. "Oh shit! Luna are you okay?" he says rushing over to me on the floor seeing my face scrunched up in pain. I guess I'm a better actress than I thought I was.

Once he gets close enough to check on me I tump him hard on the forehead. "Ow! What was that for?" he says rubbing the area where I hit him. "You know exactly what that was for Jeon. Now just sit still and look pretty for me while I go take a shower alright?" I say starting to get up and seeing the slight surprise on his face at my directions.

He gets up and clears his throat and mutters a "Yes Noona" before sitting on the couch, doing exactly as I told him.

I had no clue I could get him to behave like this with such a simple command but I decide to play into it and say a quick "Good boy" before turning around and heading off to my room to get ready.

While I'm in the shower I take time to think about everything that happened yesterday and process it all. The meeting with Jimin was sweet and innocent which I liked but for now I think staying friends is the best option.

I don't really know him other than he's a nice guy who is really into to me. But it seems like he wants to go too fast and I'm not really comfortable with all of that. He said that he is okay with taking things slow but I don't even know if I want to be with him like that. How long is he willing to wait in terms of taking things slow? Is he going to stop coming to the store like I asked him to?

I guess for now Jimin is still a question mark but I don't want to string him along if I don't feel the same way.

Things start to get a bit more difficult when I think about everything with Jungkook. He has been such a constant in my life for so long that the thought of switching things up in our relationship just feels terrifying. Based off of everything that happened it seems like he's willing to hold off on the subject so I guess I've got some time to think things though.

After I'm done with my shower and getting dressed I hear Jungkook whine from out in the living room. "Luna are done yet?" he asks while knocking on my door and I open it to see him looking down at me with an impatient expression.

"Luna they're waiting we have to get going soon" he says watching me head back into my bathroom where he follows soon after.

"I swear I'm almost finished give me like 10 more minutes" I respond leaning over the sink to get a closer look in the mirror to put my mascara on while unbeknownst to me Jungkook starts to check me out. I catch a glimpse of him doing so in the mirror and I feel my cheeks start to warm up.

"You're not wearing that" he says coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "Kook you can't tell me what to do all the time" I say turning around to face him. Big mistake.

He pulls me in closer and brings one of his hands up to brush a stray hair out of my face. "Fine but if you don't change I'm just gonna stay glued to you like this the entire time. Unless, that's something you want?" he says looking down at my lips and back into my eyes. "F-fine, I'll change" I stutter while untangle myself from his embrace.

I go back to my closet and change into an oversized sweater that falls off one of my shoulders and some jeans to replace my leggings and cropped sweater. "Better?" I ask, rolling my eyes at him. He comes up to me and brings his hand up and touches my bare shoulder making me shudder at the feeling and fixes my neckline so its sitting on me 'Properly' and takes that same hand and runs it down my arm lightly to place his hand in mine.

"Perfect" he says tilting my face up after my eyes had been watching the path his hand had been trailing. I nervously gulp and release myself from his hold yet again. "You said they were waiting for us right?" I ask, clearing my throat before I continue. "Come on let's go" I say heading towards the door. He laughs at my nervousness and catches up to me and opens the door before I get a chance to do so.

Once we get into the car and buckle up I start to ask him where we're going.

"You never told me what we're gonna do today" I say curiosity peaked. "You never asked" he says driving with one hand on the wheel and keeping his eyes on the road. "Well I'm asking now" I say sitting back in my seat.

"It's a surprise" he responds simply, looking over at me for a second with a cheeky grin. "What? But it wasn't a surprise earlier!" I groan, irritated at the fact that he's leaving me in the dark.

"You kept our stargazing a secret so it's only fair that now I get to keep this a secret. But don't worry we're almost there. I'm sure you'll be able to guess when we get closer" he says ending the discussion.

"Fine" I say and bring my knees over to rest on the door instead of leaning against the middle, turning away from him continuing to pout. He spares me another glance and giggles at my posture but continues from then on in silence with only the sound of the radio playing softly in the background.

Pulling into what looks like an almost abandoned parking lot a few cars come into view.

"What are we doing here?" I ask nervously. "Shhh it's a surprise remember" he says while unbuckling his seatbelt. I reluctantly follow in suit as he comes around to my side and opens the door for me.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?" I ask taking his hand and getting down from the car. "Don't worry Luna I got you, just relax and stay by me" he says taking my hand and walking toward the other cars up ahead. As we get closer I see a group of 5 guys finally getting out of their cars.

"Jungkook you made it!" one of them says who seems incredibly enthusiastic at our arrival. "Oh and is this your Noona you've told us so much about?" he asks motioning to me. "You've told them about me?" I whisper to him and see his jaw slightly tighten at the playful manner that is already starting to build.

"Yeah" he says before clearing his throat "This is my Noona, Luna. Noona these are the guys I've told you about" he says motioning towards them.

"Well let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Hoseok but you can call me Hobi if you'd like, everyone does" I bow slightly in greeting while the next one introduces himself.

"I guess I'm next. Hi Luna I'm Namjoon but don't worry about being too formal with me as well, feel free to call me whatever you'd like" he says with a soft smile. "Yeah like Joonie" the next says in a teasing manner.

"Hey Luna my name is Taehyung but you can call me Tae if you'd like" he says taking my hand and giving a soft kiss on the back of it. I widen my eyes in response and feel myself getting a bit flustered by it. Jungkook swiftly takes my hand out of Tae's before he can get in another word.

"Hands off my Noona! Got it?" he says protectively placing himself between Tae and I. "Aw look at Kookie getting jealous" another says walking over and peeking his head around Jungkook's form to catch my eye.

"Don't pay any attention to Tae, he's harmless. I'm Jin by the way" he says with a soft smile. I smile back in response feeling the tension that had been built fade away.

"Okay children give her a breather and Jungkook stop being so touchy, you know we won't steal her from you" Hobi says while walking towards us, gently moving Jungkook to the side so they can all see me.

"I might!" Tae calls in the background. I instinctively take a hold of Jungkook's now balled up fist that loosens a bit by my nonverbal reassurance. "Ya! Do you want to scare her away?" Namjoon scolds. I laugh at the interaction and glance over the group to see the last one still standing in place. "I'm Yoongi" he says slightly uninterested. Well okay then...

"Hobi, Namjoon, Tae, Jin and Yoongi. Did I get that right?" I ask listing off the names that had just been thrown at me. "You have a really good memory Luna, but Jungkook never did tell us how old you are. Do you mind if we ask?" Hobi asks with a smile on his face.

"Oh yeah I'm the same age as Jungkook just a few months older" I say shyly. "Aww so you're still younger than then rest of us. That's so cute!" Tae says jumping into the conversation. "Oh! Really? Then would you like me to call you guys Oppa?" I question really hoping the answer is no.

"Only if you want to. Don't feel pressured to keep up appearances, we don't really worry about that stuff when it's just us anyways". I let out a breath that I didn't realize I had been holding and relax a bit more.

"But I wanted her to call me Taehyung Oppa" Tae says with a pout. "Tae don't pressure her or you'll scare her away" Jin warns with an authoritative tone. Guessing from his scolding I would say that he's the oldest in the group. Although from his looks he couldn't be much older than Jungkook. Tae's playfulness visibly tones down, doing as Jin had ordered and a sudden silence falls over the seven of us.

"So are we gonna do this or what?" Yoongi asks finally speaking up. "Do what?" I ask looking up at Jungkook expectantly. "You'll see" he says grabbing my hand and walking us over towards the group.

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“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°

summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.

therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.

playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, drugs and sex.

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chapter three.

you wake up to the sound of a running shower, the air smelling of a husky cologne. as you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, they scan the unfamiliar room. it belonged to a guy for sure.

looking down at the dark grey bed sheets, you notice you’re wearing a hoodie that you don’t own, and possibly wouldn’t ever be able to afford. dior.

last nights memories were failing to come to mind in this moment, and the thought of you in an unknown man’s room made your head hurt.

you glance down and notice the dress you had worn to the party last night was scattered on the ground of the bedroom, along with your heels, leaving you essentially half naked under this hoodie you’re now clad in.

thoughts were racking your brain, making up possible scenarios as to why you’ve awoken alone in a strangers queen sized bed, did you sleep with him? how much did you actually drink last night to not be able to remember it?

you felt scared at the endless possibilities, not knowing what happened or who with, your heart fell to your stomach. shit, fuck, fuck.

you ruffle your hair in frustration, unsure of who to expect to walk out that bathroom only a few meters away from you. you’d never had a one night stand before, are you supposed to stay? do you leave secretly when they’re unknowing?

before you could make the decision of leaving, the door to the bathroom opens, and the first thing you notice as the man emerges from the room is the incredibly large chest and sculpted bicep muscles to match. “oh, you’re awake.”

you glance up from the wet body, eyes widening at the realisation of who’s house you were at. kim mingyu.

at this point, your mouth was agape from the shock of the situation. you were basically half naked in the room of the man you were practically a dog for. yet you felt safe.

“did we sleep together?” the question blurted from your lips before you even had time to think about what you wanted to say, to which mingyu responded with a hum of agreement.

he walks towards the closet which stood opposite of the bed, the water droplets dripping off his back made you gulp. this man was gorgeous.

“well i mean, you didn’t let me sleep on the couch.” the disappointment was real, though you were also glad you had some sort of self respect.

mingyu grabs a white tee from the closet and throws it over his head, now covering his godly body, the towel that was around his shoulders now drying his hair.

he notices how your eyes were scanning his body, and he lets out a little chuckle at your obviousness, which made your cheeks turn a light shade of pink at the embarrassment of being caught.

“how are you feeling?” he asks you, sitting on the edge of the bed making it dip from his weight.

“i’m feeling okay, but i don’t remember anything past the halfway of my set.”

mingyu nods his head in understanding, unsure of whether to tell you about what happened last night, ultimately deciding it was better to tell you than to leave you in the dark.

“someone put something in one of your drinks,” he begins, twirling his thumbs and observing your bare face that he struggled to wipe with the makeup wipes he bought after he laid you down in his bed.

your mouth opens and lets out a quiet ‘ahh’, nodding your head and looking down. how stupid could you be to be accepting drinks from intoxicated strangers, the thought of not making it home safe, or to even be alive made you shiver.

“i took you here after seeing you fighting with your ex boyfriend, he said he didn’t do it, but you can never be too safe.”

you shake your head no, taehyung was a douche bag for sure, but he’d never put your safety on the line. you were somewhat thankful that man had morals. “thank you, for taking me here.”

mingyu smiles, “no problem,” getting up from the bed and walking out the room to get you a glass of water. but you still had one question for the man.

“why am i not in my own clothes?” he stops at the door and looks back at you, stifling laughter that was music to your ears.

“you kept complaining and asked me to change you.” he leaves.

once hearing those words, scenes started flashing in your head— the way you whined until the male unlaced your dress, his hands grazing your bare back and waist, looping the hoodie you currently wore over your head.

you groan in embarrassment, cheeks tinging pink again as you put your head in your hands. this man has seen your body that not even your ex boyfriend had been able to.

then it hits you, this man took you to his home, dressed you, taken off your makeup, slept in the same bed as you, all the while he had a girlfriend. somi.

the guilt was evident, sure you disliked the woman but you’d never homewreck a relationship, not after knowing the pain of being cheated on.

mingyu comes back into the bedroom, handing you a small glass of water and beckons you to drink it. you drink the clear liquid and hand it back to him once you’re done.

his large hands place the cup on the bedside table and he hands you your now charged phone, which was left with a few dozen calls from your little brother, messages reading concern of where you were and why you weren’t home.

“i should probably, uh, head home,” you say quietly, messaging heeseung that you’d be home within the hour and that you’re safe.

mingyu hums in response and starts to pick up your clothing on the ground and placing it in a paper bag for you to take home, then grabbing a pair of grey sweats from his closet, chucking it toward you. “it’s cold out today, wear these pants.”

you slowly get out of his warm bed, slipping on the sweats he handed to you, with hopes he doesn’t see anything you didn’t want him to.

though he had basically seen all of you last night due to your intoxicated, clingy state.

“i’ll take you home.”

the ride home was comfortable, music playing as you guys shared small talk. you’ve arrived at your apartment, mingyu walking you to the door as he carried your bag and clothes in his hand.

your hand reaches out to unlock the door, but it opens up wide before you could even jingle your keys. “where the hell have you been?”

you finally remember how you had told your worried sibling that you’d be home by 3am, and how you’d definitely be safe.

heeseung stands before you, his hair a mess due to waiting for you the entire afternoon.

“i was out-“ heeseung cuts you off before you could finish your sentence, pulling you into a hug and releasing a quick sigh of relief.

mingyu stands there watching the two of you, but he wasn’t exactly as relieved as heeseung was. not with knowing the events that took place last night, if you were his girlfriend, you’d never been allowed to go to a party unaccompanied.

“you just let your girlfriend go to a party all alone? do you even know what happened? do you even care she’s come home in another man’s clothes?”

both you and your brother pull apart from eachother, the dots slowly, but finally connecting for the two of you. so that’s what he meant by boyfriend.

“this is my sister, you idiot.”

mingyu’s eyes widen, looking at the two of you properly for the first time since he had met youse that night two weeks ago.

you nudge heeseung, scolding him for being rude to an elder.

mingyu finally notices the resemblance between you and heeseung, the high nose bridges and the plump lips you had both received from your mother. “did something happen last night? are you okay?”

you shake your head no and smile at heeseung, not wanting him to know you’d been almost admitted to the ER if not for mingyu. and more or less, taehyung.

pushing heeseung inside, you take ahold of your things from mingyu, grabbing your phone and opening instagram— handing the phone to mingyu in attempt to get his username.

he raises an eyebrow and gives you a slight smirk, his hand reaching out to grab your phone. “just so i can return your hoodie.” excuses blurted out of your mouth, anyone would know you just really wanted his instagram.

“you can just keep it, no?”

achieving mingyu’s instagram was finally a success, as well as somewhat proving to him you weren’t just some cougar. on top of that, you got a free, expensive hoodie that smelled of his cologne, leaving you kicking your feet in the air.

you’re laid on the bed of your room, finally opening messages from worried friends, noticing a few texts from wonwoo, a ‘call me when you see this’, catching your eye. so you do just that.

the dial tone rings once, and his deep voice answers almost immediately, worry evident in his tone, “hey, how are you? did mingyu get you home safe?”

you were being bombarded with questions from the concerned male, which made you smile.

“hey wonwoo, i’m feeling good, i’m sorry if i worried you or soonyoung last night, i don’t really remember anything.” wonwoo tells you not to worry, and that he’s just glad you’re home safe.

the two of you exchange a few more words, laughing at the small talk. “i feel bad you went through that, can i take you out for dinner to make it up to you atleast? i’m the one who invited you in the first place”

wonwoo was too sweet of a person to you, and it made your heart clench. you respond to him with a hum of agreement, “yeah, i’m free whenever you’re free.” how could you deny a free dinner?

“sweet, i’ll pick you up friday evening?”

mingyu sat engulfed in his own thoughts on the ride home, drowning in embarrassment. that was her damn brother, mingyu. he was so caught up in listening to those rumours of you, he couldn’t even notice the obvious.

mingyu arrives back at his shared apartment, as he’s about to unlock the front door, he’s stopped by arms snaking around his waist, the strong scent of perfume overtaking his nose.

somi stood behind him, head leaning against his toned back. “i missed you.”

the male sighs at the girl wrapped around his body, hesitant to reciprocate after the events of last night.

he had known somi was overprotective of him, but the disappointment he had felt in her with the nonchalance to you being in a dire situation, had him feeling uneasy around somi.

last night had opened mingyu’s eyes, it felt as if though the woman standing right there wasn’t the same sweet, innocent somi he had developed feelings for years ago. though, that may be his own fault.

somi could feel mingyu wasn’t feeling up to her shenanigans, though her predictions of why weren’t exactly on point. “did you sleep with her too?”

mingyu shakes his head no and removes her hold from him, turning to face her with a solemn expression.

“no, we didn’t sleep together,” he explains, “but i don’t know why it matters to you whether i did or not.”

the female sighs, “because you like me.” her reasoning made mingyu seethe with frustration, a hand reaches up to his face as he pinches his forehead. sigh escaping from his thin lips, biting them.

“because i like you? are you okay in the head?” at this point mingyu has had enough, he was tired of playing games with somi, always running to her when she called at late hours of the night, intimacy together only when it suits her own personal needs.

he was tired of being treated like a second choice.

“what’s wrong with that reasoning? am i wrong?” somi exclaims with her hands thrown in the air.

“you think that just because i liked you, it gives you reason you use me as you see fit? you think i’m not going to get tired of the way you act? of you?”

somi never would’ve expected those harsh words out of mingyu’s mouth, tired? of somi? there’s no way that’s possible— not to her. she wasn’t half wrong though, deep down mingyu knew he only half heartedly meant what he said. “can you just leave? i don’t want to see your face right now.”

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I watched the reaction and when it got to The Dream Premiere I was like how do you not SEE. They were screaming in our faces. Actually the whole of chap.2 was them screaming in our faces how smitten they are with eachother. How much space they take in eachother's lives despite busy schedules, (spending time before and after trips, hello) The couple vibes they were giving off was so real and it couldn't just be explained away as fan service because most of these moments were during free time. If this was a man and a woman it would not be up for debate. Look at how easily everyone accepted Taennie despite so much wonky and dodgy evidence and there you have Taekook blushing and shyly staring at eachother in HD at The Dream Premiere looking like they coordinated their outfits. Tae was looking at Kookie like he was ready to claim him on the spot, like this man is his whole world. The Kappa sweetheart shirts? Lets be real that was no coincidence and that's the type of stuff couples do in Korea which is why nobody really wants to talk about it lol. But okay, brothers I guess.

I'm intrigued by the planning of the tee. Tell me if I'm working this out wrong but I believe the timezones are too far apart for it to be a spontaneous lol wouldn't it be funny if we did this kind of thing.

JK's call sheet for dressing/glam was 6:30am LA time which is already 10:30pm Seoul time. Bruno Mars had probably already finished?

I'm betting he either showed Tae his costume fittings earlier and Tae wore his or they really sat down and plotted couples outfits. The Celine jacket and padlock MIGHT be a coincidence but Tae was absolutely definitely fully ensconced as Celine boy at that point. The association is clear to me.

I'm not sure how anyone is watching the Dream premiere and thinking it's not a little bit loved up. 😂 I was, I think, barely TKing when I first saw it and I was like WTF IS HAPPENING. Pivotal.

Though in non-shipper defence, it was the fancam of JK stopping, his wide eyes and extreme shyness and Tae reaching for his hand that did it for me. Maybe that's not shown so often in non-shipping spaces?

Also hello to this defiant look Tae gives the staff:

It's giving I am taking my man, try and stop me. 🫠🫠🫠

Thanks anon. Here I got you flowers 🌺🌹💐🌻

#taekook #my asks

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kithtaehyung · 7 months

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[ studioagust ] y’all it’s finally happening!!🥺🍁 studioatumn pre-orders open tomorrow on the website🥳

🍄what’s gonna be included?

park dance academy (capsule🫣)

RKIVE sweatshirts and tees

SEOUL embroidered tees

matte prints (finally!!!)

🍂anddddd back by popular demand:

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🥮all product information and funding goals will be posted on drop. worldwide shipping available!

#AHHH #so so excited #studioagust #studioatumn #bts #bangtan

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digipigichopshop · 2 years

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Twisted, Chapter 1 (feat. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)

A/N: Oh look! Digi’s not dead!

This is part 1 of a multi-part series that I’m tearing out of my DM drafts and posting as an actual story.

I’ve split it up because (1) I’m too busy to write much and (2) I feel like this is much too overdue at this rate.

Thanks so much for sticking around and hopefully I’ll see y’all again somewhere in the next month or so!

2868 words

Tags/TW: Minor Degradation, Foot Fetish

Thanks to @sooyadelicacies and @midnightdancingsol for editing and ideation

Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth.

Especially after a gruelling work day of board meetings with people you’d much rather fuck mercilessly against the conference table than listen to droning on about sales reports and popularity ratings.

Don’t forget all the tiresome discussions with your secretary over why her pencil skirt isn’t already hiked up to her waist—she claims it’s because you’re too busy fucking the models to fuck her instead, but you know it’s really because she’s trying her best to hide that she’s not wearing anything else under her skirt. You swear she’s been fucking herself at the desk while nobody’s looking, but you’ll use that knowledge to blackmail her into something much more dubious later on.

God, it’s great to be your boss.

Your office is plenty spacious— you were paying one of the highest rates in Seoul to get such a picturesque view of the Han River with the sun setting over the horizon. Bathed in the yolky glow of the setting sun, it’s like a scene straight from a movie.

You throw open the door to your office, fully expecting to wrap things up and call it a night.

Until you see her.

Her main job isn’t as a model, but she sure as hell can pull off a look. A floral print long-sleeved blouse boasts shades of cream dotted with pastel pink as the woman swings her legs back and forth. A short, electric pink skirt accentuates her long, slender legs as she sits atop your wooden desk, gazing at the skyline through the ceiling-to-floor window. It’s as if her outfit was designed to outshine the hazy pink bleeding from beyond the cloud cover.

What catches your eye most, however, is the pair of red platform heels she’s swinging so nonchalantly. Other than giving her the much-needed height boost to meet your eyes, they’ve also got the added benefit of making her feet look like a delicately wrapped present, the laces of which snake up her ankle to just below her calf where they’re tied in an elegant butterfly knot. The soft, rhythmic thump of her heel knocking against the front of your wooden desk becomes the metronome that sets the beat of the coming hours.

“Hello, Miyeon. I didn’t expect to see you here.” You playfully tease.

“Just enjoying the view,” Miyeon shoots back, brushing strands of her ashy brown hair over her shoulder. She isn't even turned to face you, yet you can tell from her tone that she’s hiding a smirk under that guise.

“Likewise.” You close the door, leaving your coat by the couch near the door.

You loosen your collar and slide along the edge of the table, clipping your hand around Miyeon’s waist as you sit by her side, admiring the gradual roar of Seoul’s nightlife as it charges up right below your feet. Miyeon’s perfume matches her dress to a tee, with bold rosy notes that fade to accompanying undertones of musk and sandalwood. Both of you share a moment of silence, letting the moments pass by in each other’s company.

“I assume you’re not here to discuss business matters,” you say, running your hand along her waist. You rake your eyes over Miyeon’s slender figure, but you sense something off when your hand hits something cold.

Miyeon places her hand on yours, stopping just before her navel.

“Not strictly business matters,” Miyeon says as she slips out of your grip. She gets up and plops herself in your seat behind the desk. “Just, here to let off some steam after today’s photoshoot.”

“Oh, is there something on your mind?” you turn and say, admiring how casual Miyeon looks as she runs her fingers along the armrest of your chair.

“Hmm~ Nothing too much. I know how much you tire yourself from running this company, working overtime. Every. Single. Day.”

“And?”

“You’re always too busy to come over and say hi,” Miyeon says as she pouts and lolls about in her seat.

“Miyeon, it’s late. I need to go—”

Miyeon interrupts you by slamming her heels onto your table with a loud bang. Your eyes snap to attention at Miyeon’s feet wrapped up in her red heels in front of you before shooting back to her. Her angelic features have you feeling like someone spiked your drink, a mesmeric allure to them that clouds your thoughts and stammers your speech.

“Go where?” she retorts, crossing her arms. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Miyeon. I swear, if you don’t get your legs off this table I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna what?”

A devilish smile creeps its way along her lips. She’s got you right where she wants you.

“What’re you going to do to me, Daddy?”

Miyeon presses your buttons in just the right way and your animalistic instincts fly into first gear. You hastily fling yourself over to the opposite edge of the table, scooping Miyeon’s legs into your lap.

Before you can even get to unwrapping the present in front of you, Miyeon presses the tip of her heel into your chest, staining your white dress shirt with the outsole of her heel. You try to push her foot away, but wrapping your hands around her ankle is the most you manage to do as she has you pinned against the table.

“You know how feral those heels make me, baby girl?” Your breaths are heavy and stifled, but your arousal peaks with her additional pressure. You slide your hand down towards the knot keeping her straps on, but before you can undo anything Miyeon drives the tip of her heel even harder into your chest.

“Don’t be so aggressive, Daddy. I wore these heels as a present for you. It’s not nice to rip open your gifts. ” Her voice is sickly sweet, a honey-like consistency to it that contrasts heavily to the footwear dagger prepped to bore a hole through your sternum.

“Is this your tactic to —urk— keep me here?” you playfully shoot back, Miyeon comfortably shifting her body weight onto the pinpoint of her heel so you get a close-up view of her polish.

Her pedicure makes her toes shine like tiny pearls, specks of silver dust like bits of shattered glass that

Your eyes run under her skirt as you slowly undo the straps, watching the red fabric fall apart to give way to reddened skin underneath.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You should’ve told the stylist to get you a larger pair of shoes. I can’t keep having you scarring your delicate feet from these shoes that are just too tight,” you say, massaging away at the reddened marks on Miyeon’s feet.

“It’s the only size that fits me. The others were too big for my feet.” She wiggles her toes in your hand, the same sort of credulous innocence that made you fall for her time and time again. “I want to show my gratitude to Daddy for being so good to me, and I want Daddy to keep giving me what I want.”

“You’re so thoughtful,” you say, letting Miyeon’s heel drop to the carpeted floor with a thud. You move to begin undoing the laces of Miyeon’s other heel, but she catches you off guard by sliding her foot past your chin such that your nose is caught right between her big and second toe.

From scent alone, you can tell Miyeon has had a long day. Occasional hints of rose perfume find their way into your olfactory senses, but the majority is replaced by the telltale sour, leathery smell of dance practice and modelling shoots. Miyeon’s reward for your efforts today is trapping your nose

“I'm sorry if my feet smell, Daddy. I hope they don't put you off too much."

"Oh, you hope they don't put me off? I don't think that's it, baby girl. Why don't you tell Daddy the truth.” you say as you teasingly run a finger along the length of Miyeon’s sole, watching delightedly as she giggles at the touch.

“You shouldn’t lie to your Daddy. You wore those red heels, came all the way up to my office from the dance studio, sat on my chair and demanded that I give you a raise by scratching my beautifully varnished tabletop…” Your voice trails off as you trace your fingers over the gash in the wood left behind by her playful antics. “You walked around in them all day so they would hurt and smell. And now you’re here to ask for Daddy’s help in taking away the pain, hmmm?”

Miyeon giggles as she nods her head. "Can't say I don't enjoy getting caught red-handed, Daddy. I make them sore and stinky so Daddy's fingers can spend more time rubbing my feet and playing with my arches. And I also know that Daddy loves to take his time burying his nose between my toes to enjoy the wonderful smell."

Miyeon shows exactly what she means by shoving her foot right into your face, splaying her toes so your vision of her is obscured by her digits. The scent of her feet is unavoidably potent, flooding all your senses until all you can think of is nothing but Miyeon’s feet. You hastily slip off her other heel before tossing her shoe behind you, listening to it bouncing off the couch with a comedic boing before falling to the floor.

You grab both of Miyeon’s legs by the knees and pull her towards you, startling her. You take in a long, deep inhale of Miyeon’s feet, the sudden rush of air between her toes leaving her in a fit of laughter. Miyeon quickly composes herself as your tongue wraps its way around her toes, sliding in and out of the gaps between them. Your office fills with obscene slurps and pops, the animalistic desire to drench the entirety of Miyeon’s feet in your saliva blotting out all other thoughts of professionalism and office ethics. (Not like you even cared for them in the first place)

Miyeon’s soles have this slightly salty, ascorbic taste to them. Sucking on Miyeon’s toes is like popping one of those kid’s multivitamins in your mouth, her petite little digits are just the right size to squeeze three into your mouth in one go. The sensation of Miyeon’s toes brushing against your upper lip alongside the divine sight of a hot and flustered Miyeon is enough to have your cock straining against the fabric of your dress pants, a very obvious tent from your pent-up member.

"I love it when Daddy takes what he wants. Daddy gets so rough when he sees his little princess’s feet. But don't forget to give the rest of your little princess a bit of loving too~”

You’re so engrossed in letting your tongue study each and every wrinkle of her soles and toes that you fail to register Miyeon’s words. At least, not until you hear squelching noises that come from somewhere else that isn’t your tongue on Miyeon’s feet. You look over to see Miyeon’s fingers quietly pistoning in and out of their owner, keeping pace with your ministrations.

"Daddy will get to every part of you in a bit. Don't you worry baby girl." Between squelches and sucks, you brazenly attempt to fit all of Miyeon’s toes in your mouth, much to the amusement of Miyeon.

“I'm surprised Daddy's so hungry today. You’re drooling everywhere, all over my toes, my feet. I hope I'm enough to satisfy your appetite." You hum to acknowledge Miyeon’s lofty ambitions, before continuing your assault. You’ve practically sucked her toes clean, strands of saliva webbing their way between her toes.

"Don't forget my arches, Daddy. They miss the way your hands feel." Miyeon groans, the sounds of your slobbering on her toes accompanied by the squelches of fingers against slick as Miyeon leans further back in her chair.

You bring her feet out of your mouth and admire the saliva and drool coating them before deeply kissing her arches. You leave behind voids of space amidst the translucent sheen on Miyeon’s sole that catches the final fleeting moments of the sun’s ochre glory. The room dims and Miyeon’s natural radiance fills the room, beads of sweat on her forehead accompanying soft, gentle hums of pleasure as she ups the pace of her fingers diving in and out of her pussy.

"Awww, Now my little toes are the ones missing your touch. Daddy promised he'd give everything to please his little princess, right?" Miyeon wiggles her toes in your lap, playing with strands of your saliva. "Hmmm... I bet Daddy would like to see something else webbing between my toes too..."

The sun’s practically set, but your cock is miles away from achieving release. And your patience has long since worn out.

"Use your toes to unzip my pants and fucking get them on my cock already, baby girl."

“Awww… but teasing Daddy is the fun part!” she chirps, “Daddy should promise to finish rubbing my feet before he cums. They're just so sore." Miyeon's dexterous foot hovers over the zipper of your pants, but she takes her time in finding the pull tab, stretching the one moment into millions.

"Good things come to those who wait." She teases, scrunching her toes against the massive bulge in your underwear. Your cock stiffens upon every contact of her feet against the fabric, but being so close yet so far gets you even more riled up.

"Don't tease me baby girl, feet on my cock right fucking now. You want that massage? Then be a good girl for Daddy. My pleasure comes first, always."

Miyeon begrudgingly tugs down your pants, freeing your cock from the constraints of its fabric prison as it flops out at full attention. A string of precum connects the head of your cock to your underwear, and Miyeon knows you're eager to bust a nut all over her soles.

Maybe a little too eager.

Miyeon gently teases the head of your cock with her toes, playing with it like a joystick. The warmth of her foot coupled with the cold, slimy texture of your spit rolling down the side of her foot has you breathing unsteady, your cock twitching at every little movement she makes.

"Get my cock nice and hard baby girl. C’mon!"

"Daddy's so in a rush, he doesn't have time to play with his little princess's feet. I'll get Daddy hard for sure. But it's gonna take a while unless Daddy takes what he wants for himself." Miyeon presses her feet into the sides of your shaft, stroking at a painfully slow pace.

"I always take what I want."

You grab her ankles and start forcefully fucking her feet at the pace you want her to go. Her feet felt fucking amazing, but you didn't like the bratty attitude that came along with them. Oh, you'd get her back for this.

"That's much better, Daddy. I like it when your hands are all over my feet." Miyeon says, releasing the tension in her arches as you wrestle her feet up to your desired speed. The sensation of her slick arches running up and down the length of your cock while Miyeon teases the head of your cock with her toes has you raring to burst all over her feet.

You groan from the pleasure, maintaining momentum to match your thrusts with the motions of Miyeon feet sliding up and down your cock. "C’mon baby girl, toes on my tip, don't make Daddy do all the work. You want Daddy's cum, work for it."

Miyeon places her toes adjacent to the tip of your cock, baring her wrinkled sole for you as her arches squeeze and tug at your shaft. Miyeon could certainly hold this position for much longer (if her weekly pilates classes were anything to go by).

But she doesn't, opting to stop stroking when you let go of her arches to adjust yourself. You groan in displeasure, swiping Miyeon’s feet off your lap as you stand up to switch on the lights.

“Daddy… Why did you stop?” Miyeon’s tone carries a fairy-like playfulness to it that, while normally funny, now irritates you to no end.

You grab the office phone and punch in an extension number.

“Daddy… come back… I was only—”

"Enough teasing baby girl. If you don't start pleasuring and putting Daddy first, maybe I'll just call someone else who can."

"No! Daddy! I'm sorry! I-I'll be good." Miyeon removes her hand from her pussy to grab hold of your wrist, her two fingers drenched in slick.

"You know… there’s a certain coworker that you always seem to be competing with at the company, I wonder how she’ll be at pleasing Daddy."

A puzzled expression falls over Miyeon’s face as she’s clearly racking her brain thinking of such a competitor. Miyeon might be on friendly terms with most of the company, but someone who shares such an intimate relationship with you that isn’t her? That’s simply impossible.

Without waiting for Miyeon’s response, you hit the call button. Not long after, the dial tone cuts to reveal a familiar voice on the other side of the line.

"My office. Now."

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #cho miyeon #miyeon #gidle smut #gidle #gidle miyeon #male reader #male reader smut #reader x idol #idol smut #kpop girl group smut

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kimaixun · 1 year

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[New Year Kiss - SKZ Seo ChangBin X M!Reader]

Part Two

“Hyung, when is this boyfriend of yours coming over? It’s almost midnight. Are you sure it’s your boyfriend or is he just a random stranger you paid for the night?” I.N teased the rapper as the members gathered.

SKZ had organised a dinner on new year eve and had booked a private restaurant that was located at the highest floor of a hotel in an open space.

ChangBin couldn’t help but frowned as the maknae teased him. M/N was running late due to work but, that was the last update he received almost three hours ago. At that moment, ChangBin could not help but, felt betrayed and scared that M/N was not going to show up at the last minute. Maybe it was because M/N didn’t want to show himself and admit their three years relationship together.

ChangBin anxiously looked at his phone, every minute as he downed the liquor, trying to calm his pounding disappointed heart. He couldn’t help but, send a spam texts to his lover.

“ChangBin, seriously, where is this boyfriend of yours? Are you sure you have one?” Again, Bang Chan asked.

It was nearing midnight in half an hour time and ChangBin felt his heart shatter every second it goes by.

“I have one. His name is F/N M/N and he’s the man I love. He’ll be here. He’s going to be here soon.” Drunk, ChangBin begins to let his tears roll down his cheeks.

“Binnie, love.” A voice was heard behind him. ChangBin wiped off his tears, looking at the rest of the members to see all of them staring behind him, jaw dropped.

ChangBin turned to see M/N standing behind him, panting and sweating. “You’re late!”

“I’m so sorry love. I got caught up at work, my phone died after the last text I sent you and then our car broke down so I ran all the way here only to run into a traffic accident. I lend a hand to an expecting couple who was trapped in the car then while waiting for the ambulance, the lady decided it was time to be in labour. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy so then, after I officially handed over to ambulance, I ran all the way here, got into the lift but it broke down at level 35 and I can’t wait. I pried the door open and ran 25 storeys here hence I’m late.” M/N ranted to his lover. “Please give me a minute to catch my breath.”

“I told you I have a boyfriend! This is F/N M/N. This is the man I love!” ChangBin slurred as he cling onto his boyfriend’s arm.

Everyone stared in awe. In all honesty, they wouldn’t have thought the man standing next to ChangBin would look the way he was right now. M/N stood two feet taller than the rapper. He was dressed in a black tee and jeans showing the littered tattoo that covered his arms. M/N had a lip and eyebrow piercing. He wore a black glasses that perched on the bridge of his nose, almost slipping down from the sweats.

“How many have you drank?” M/N asked the rapper, pulling him into a hug, planting a soft kiss on the brunette’s forehead.

“Just a few~” the rapper slurred.

“He had drank maybe about three cups of liquor.” JiSung answered.

“Oh my apologies. Please let me introduce myself. My name is F/N M/N. Im ChangBinnie’s boyfriend of three years and it’s a pleasure to introduce myself for the first time.” M/N said. “I assume you must be Christopher, MinHo, JiSung, HyunJin, Felix, SeungMin and JeongIn.”

“Pleased to meet you! Now I know why ChangBin Hyung has been missing at night and smiling at his phone like a pedophile.” Felix chimed.

“Please have a seat, shall I offer you a drink?” Lee Know asked the latter.

M/N took a seat, pulling the drunk rapper beside him, “just a glass of wine would be fine please.”

“So…..” HyunJin trailed off.

“Just call me M/N.”

“M/N, what do you work as?” HyunJin questioned.

“M/N is a doctor! My man is a doctor at the top hospital in Seoul! He’s a cardiologist. He operates heart.” ChangBin grinned.

Everyone gasped.

“I don’t look like one, do I?” M/N chuckled.

The rest of the conversion went out as M/N answered the mini interrogation from the members. It didn’t take long for all of them to get comfortable with the doctor. ChangBin on the other hand, leaned his head against his boyfriend’s broad shoulder.

“Love, I’m sorry I was late tonight. By the looks that you have cried, I must have broke your heart.” M/N whispered. “Are you sober now?” M/N had made sure that the rapper downed mineral water for the rest of the night, just to get him to sober up and when the rapper finally threw up in the washroom, he was glad that the rapper was finally sober.

“I’m okay and It’s okay.” ChangBin smiled, “as long as you are here now. Honestly, I was really upset and scared that you won’t show up because maybe you didn’t want to have a boyfriend like me.”

“What do you mean like you? Binnie, you’re the most lovable person that I could ever have. You’re perfect just the way you are. You are wonderful and pretty and I…. I want to marry you.” M/N stood up, kneeling on one knee in front of ChangBin. “Seo ChangBin, would you do the honour to be the love of my life for the eternity?”

ChangBin couldn’t hold back his tears when he looked at the shiny diamond ring with his name on it. “Yes F/N M/N! I will marry you!”

Just in time when the firework light up the night sky and marks the day of a new year. Everyone cheered at the newly engaged couple. M/N slipped the ring on ChangBin’s finger and kissed the latter, pulling him into a tight hug.

“CONGRATULATIONS!”

#stray kids x male reader #straykidsxmalereader #kpop x male reader #malereader #seo changbin #stray kids #skz x reader

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gracewritesfics · 10 months

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Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Pov: He's your friend's brother.

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Mature.

"Guys, summer break is about to begin!" Jissa said, "And we'll not be able to meet at school." "Yes," Haejin had a sullen look over her face. "So I was thinking, maybe you guys could come to my place over the weekend?" Jissa suggested and suddenly our faces turned from gloomy to glowing.

The school was off for the rest of one and a half month. The weekend was here. Haejin called me. "Y/n, I'm at Jissa's, when are you coming?" "Will be there in 5min!" I replied.

My mom pulled over the car in front of Jissa's place and saw me off. Jissa, Haejin and I were best friends since middle school. That would be for more than four years. Earlier we were not allowed sleepovers but now we were in high school. And have been friends for so long that our families knew each other.

I rang the doorbell. "I'll get it, I'll get it!" Jissa ran downstairs as she knew I was coming. But someone else opened the door. I was kinda surprised and amazed. He stood in front of me, Jungkook, Jissa's brother. He's grown up so much since last I saw him. I was twelve then and he was sixteen. Ngl, he looked cute even then. After that, he went to Seoul, for high school and college. I knew that much.

Now, I was sixteen and he was twenty. He's so much taller. He had built his body, muscles and everything. He had tattoos in his right arm. He was wearing a sleeveless tee-shirt, exposing his biceps. "Heyy!" I said. "Hi-"

"you're here!" Jissa chuckles excitingly hugging me tight. She always does this, even if we meet after a couple days. Jungkook went back to the living room couch. He was playing some game and having snacks.

"let's go to my room!" Jissa says, breaking my focus from Jungkook.I nod, "sure!" But as I walked, my eyes were fixated on observing how he has changed. He was a man now. We walked from the side through the hallway, and at one point he noticed that I was looking at him, and I turned away. I went upstairs in Jissa's room with her. Haejin was already there.

"Omg, we're all wearing the same colour just a bit different shades," Haejin said excitingly. I was wearing a lavender top with dark purple hearts on it and white shorts. Haejin wore a purple shirt over light pink pants and Jissa, she wore a midy, which too was lilac purple. We were clicking pictures and selfies.

"Guys, I recently bought some make up stuff online. Let's try it!" Jissa said. Basic girl get together stuff. Next two hours we sat there, doing makeup and clicking pictures again.

"Aren't you guys hungry?" Haejin said. "Yes, I am." I said. "Let me get you some snacks." Jissa said. "Wait, we'll come with you. Let's go to the living room. We're sitting here for quite sometime." I said and they both agreed. Actually, my intention was to see Jungkook again. It had been a few hours. And we didn't even get a chance to meet nicely at first. Well, it would be kind of awkward now, if I talked to him. We're not kids anymore.

To my disappointment, Jungkook wasn't there in the living room. Jissa got some snacks from the kitchen and we sat on the same couch. She switches Netflix on the tv. "What you guys wanna watch?" We looked at each other confusedly. "Some Drama?" Haejin asked? "I'm not in the mood for Dramas!" Jissa said.

Suddenly, the door of the room in the hallway opposite to the couch opens up. Jungkook comes out of his room. "What are you guys up to?" He asks in the air walking towards kitchen. "Deciding what to watch!" Jissa replied. "Can't decide?" "Aniyo, do you have any suggestions?" She asked.

"How about a horror movie?" He smirks. Jissa looked at us. Haejin threw her shoulder up. "It's a good idea," I replied. "Okay, then..!" Jissa went to the horror movies section and began searching.

"You know what, I'm joining you guys too." He said. I turned my face to the side and smiled at myself foolishly doing a "yes" with my fist.

Finally, it was decided. We were gonna watch Insidious, second part. As Jissa put the film on, Jungkook turned off all the lights. "Ayoo, wth?" Jissa said. "I'm creating an ambience." He said, "it's gonna be fun."

I was seated on the couch and Haejin sat next to me. Jissa sat on the one chair sofa. And Jungkook, he came and sat on the couch next to me. I looked with wide eyes at him then turned away, looking at the tv screen. I wasn't the scaredy cat type, but yeah when any horrific scene comes, I would be scared and react.

We had kept snacks beforehand. Popcorn, chips, cola, Jungkook had his banana milk. Yeah, he loved that, even as a kid. I remember. Jungkook wasn't scared at all. I could see. And Jissa too, she would react a little. But Haejin, who was sitting next to me, she was hell scared. She would scream in the middle and even make a normal scene scary. She would hug me tight and I tried to free myself.

At one point, a scene came and Haejin screamed. I was terrified. I threw my hand and grabbed something. It was Jungkook's thigh. I looked at him, he looked awkwardly at me. Then I moved my hand away instantly like a current. Well that was awkward. But why am I getting butterflies. His thigh was muscular, stiff. What am I thinking?

Another scary scene comes. Haejin grabbed my hand. I didn't flinch anymore. Did not react. "You're not scared?" Jungkook looked at me. "No.. are you?!" He laughed a little. "Me? Nah!" Just then, Haejin screamed and we all were traumatized. Jungkook grabbed my arm from the side, shrinking. His face was too close to my neck. I could feel his breath.

"Yo, Haejin aah? What was that?" Jissa yelled. Jungkook slowly moved away leaving my arm. He got all awkward, ruffling his hair, looking here and there. Finally the movie ended. Jissa turned on the lights.

"what about the dinner?" She asked jungkook. "Mom's not coming home tonight?" "No she and dad went to grandmother's house." She replied.

"So, then it's just us?" Haejin asked. "Maybe we should order something." Jungkook said.

"Pizza it is" Jissa blurted out excitingly and ordered pizzas.

"When we saw each other last time you were too young," Jungkook said. "You too, you were my age then." I said and he laughed a little. Haejin didn't know Jungkook much. At that time, she didn't visit Jissa's place.

There were times you visited Jissa's house, for Christmas or a birthday party. They were cherish-able times.

"So, you're in college now?" I ask him. "Yep!" He replied. "In Seoul?" He nodded.

Next few minutes, we all had pizzas and talked about everything. Jissa reminded me of the childhood and told stupid stuff about Jungkook to which he argued with her and told something about her. They were chaotic pair of siblings. Now that I remember, maybe I had a thing for Jungkook, even back then. I liked him.

Stop being delusional. He studies in college and lives in Seoul. Also, he's four years older than me. I remind myself. He must have a girlfriend..

As the night fell, Jissa made a mattress bed on the floor. "Who's gonna sleep on the floor?" Haejin asked. "You!" Jissa replied. "No way. Not after you traumatized me with the horror movie. There was space for two on the bed. "I'll be on the mattress!" I said. "Really y/n? It's fine with you?" Jissa asked. "Yeah babe!" I replied. "If there's any problem just wake me up!" "Cool" I said.

Well, it was then, 1 a.m. and I realised it was a bad idea, sleeping on the mattress on the floor, alone. I was thirsty. There was no water in the room. I slowly, got up and walked on my tiptoes. I looked around, it was quite dark. I kept my phone handy and switched the flash on.. looking for water. I went to the kitchen and opened refrigerator, there were bottles. I took one and drank from it.

Suddenly, jungkook, who had gone to the washroom, came out and saw the fridge open. He moved towards it. And as I closed the fridge and the flash was on my face he was terrified. He was going to scream when I grabbed his mouth shut, leaning towards him.

"Jissa and Haejin will wake up!" I mumble in a low voice. He moves your hand from his mouth. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "Drinking water!" I tell him. "You scared me!" He admitted. "I scared you, I thought you were fearless!" I chuckled.

I take a look at him with the light emitted by my phone flash. We were standing too close. He was wearing his boxers and a vest. He was cute and hot at the same time. "I am fearless until someone creeps out of the refrigerator at 1a.m. at night." He said. I laugh.

"Anyway, good night!" He said and began moving away when I stopped him. "Jungkook." He turns around. "I can't sleep." "Why?" He asked. "I am scared. And I can't sleep on the mattress on the floor, alone!" I told. "Then ask Jissa to exchange places." He suggests. "I don't want to wake her up."

"Then, what do you want to do?" He asked. "I don't know." I said. "Sleep on the couch!" He said. "I told you I'm scared." I said. "So then what? Huh! Do you want to sleep with me or what?" He asked, probably joking. "Yes!" I said, seriously. "What?!!" He was suddenly too awake. Before that he was kinda sleepy. "What'd you just say?"

"Forget it!" I said. He held my wrist. Pulling me back. "Are you serious?" He asked. "About what?" "About what you said earlier." "What did I say?" I acted fool. "That you want to sleep with me!" He blurted out directly. "I said that?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes I heard it!" He said grabbing my arms by the side..

His chest was rising and falling. I felt the tension. I had provoked him.. he was breathing heavily. "Maybe you heard it right!" i winked. That was it. Guys are easy to melt, like candle, just light a little match and touch the candle with it and it would melt in hot wax.

He was very close, a few inches away, so I planted a soft kiss on his cherry lips. As I moved away he got impatient. He leaned again and pulled me in a deep passionate kiss. He slowly moved me towards the couch. There was no light. I fell on the couch and he fell upon me.

He was literally so nervous, I could feel his breath from inches away. "Are you like... virgin?" I ask him. "No I'm not.. but you are, aren't you?" He asks. I bite my lower lip. "Yes!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask. "Why? You want to be my girlfriend?" "Answer me first" I say. "No, I'm single, since a year." "That's why you're so desperate!" I said. "I'm desperate? You literally said you want to sleep with me!" He said.

"I was just kidding." I say. "Well, I'm not." He said and picked me up from the couch and walked towards his room. He dropped me on his bed. "Fyi, I'm still sixteen!" I remind him.

"And hot!" He said, "you've grown up too. I noticed. You have curves now." I can't breathe. Holy shit. He takes off his vest. He's got abs. His shoulders are broad. He's a man. Drop dead gorgeous man. I'm gonna die.

He lays on top of me, shirtless. Only in his boxers. And he kisses me. So deep. Our tongues intertwined. I breathe him in with every single breath.

He kisses my neck wet. He gestures me with his eyes to remove the top. I close my eyes in hesitation but I take it off. "You're 16 but you're a woman. Hotter than girls in their twenties! I swear babe!" He says and i shy away. He engraves his face in my cleavage and i laugh because it's ticklish.

He puts his hand beneath and unhooks my bra. I'm shook. I hold my hand in front of me as he removes it. "Move your hands babygirl!" He says but i don't. He pins my hands against the bed with one hand. "Remember, I don't need two hands to handle you, I'm strong enough!"

"Sure.. Daddy!" I said. He chuckled uncontrollably. He's literally laughing. "Say that again!" "Daddy?!"

He kisses me, I can't breathe. He unbuttons my shorts and few seconds later I'm in front of him, completely exposed. "May I?" He asks. "sure as hell"

"why me?!' he asked. "what!?" "why are you losing your virginity on me?" He asked. "Cause you're hot, now stfu, and fuck me!" I blurted out. "You drive me crazy!" He fingers me and finds out that I'm so wet already. He slides himself inside me slowly and I am about to scream but he grabs my mouth. "They're gonna wake up " he said.

I whimper under his hand on my mouth. "If it hurts let me know!" He loosens his grip on my mouth. And I sigh. He moves faster. I can't scream but only gasp for air and moan, not too loud. "Say my name"

"Jungkook!" I gasp. "Not that one, babygirl!" "Daddy!" I whisper in his ear. "A little louder, let me hear!" He said as he continues stroking me. "Daddy!" I say.

Next morning, thankfully, I returned upstairs in my outfit before anyone woke up. As we sit for breakfast, I couldn't stop smiling and I hide my face. I can't bare to look at Jungkook.

"Maybe you guys should do these get-togethers more often!" Jungkook said to Jissa. "I mean, last night was fun. The movie."

"We can do this all summer!" Jissa said. Omg I can't with him. "You guys, you can come over again next weekend?" She asked.

"Why weekend, it's not like you have school, you can come anytime." Jungkook said. And secretary winked at me. Fuck him. What a tease!

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 1 - As the Rumors Spread

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: Approx. 5k words

Feat. Mina of TWICE

Chapter 1 - As the Rumors Spread

----------One term prior, Spring- April ----------

“Hey.” A voice said, standing in front of you. You blinked, looking up at the person before you. A handsome, statuesque man stood before you. His hair was relaxed in a messy, yet effectively simple look. He wore a white tee shirt under a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He smiled down at you. “Zoning out again?”

You looked down at your desk, littered with scattered papers and a half-closed computer. You chuckled a bit, closing your computer fully and preparing to gather your papers. Mingyu knelt a bit, grabbing a pencil before it rolled off the edge of the table. He spun it around, quickly handing it to you eraser first. You smiled, taking it from his grasp. “Thanks, Mingyu.”

“Sure.” He said. “I need to run to the library to get a book for my Literature class. Want to come?” A glance at your flashing phone assured you that you had about an hour before your next class began, so you nodded, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“I guess I can.” You said. Mingyu seemed to beam as the both of you departed out of the emptying classroom and into the hallways.

The walls of all campus buildings roped together to create Seoul National University were bustling as usual. Students hurrying from class to class, in and out of doors of buildings. The calmer ones found spots in the various outdoor spots, under trees, at picnic tables, or simply against the walls of buildings that housed their classes. It was a lively college with a lot always happening. As you fixed your bag, you began to speak. “What book do you need?”

“Ah, just something for my law class.” He said. He let out a deep sigh. “We have to argue this fake case, and need as much evidence as we can to support our side.”

“What’s the case?” you asked, curiosity peaked. Mingyu chuckled a bit.

“This 70-year-old woman is suing her husband’s senior care facility for embezzlement. Says the owner of the place has been taking thousands of won from them extra and spending it on themselves rather than her husband’s needs.”

“Oh wow. Sounds intense.”

“Yeah, and my job is that I have to prove the care facility owner is innocent.” Your eyes widened as Mingyu nodded. “Yeah. Tell me about it. I already feel at a loss. This one is hard. I’m hoping this book will help me with some defenses.”

You saw the door of the library closing just as a few people passed through it, books in hand. They caught your attention and waved hello as they called your name. Both you and Mingyu waved back before you grabbed the door just before it closed, flinging it open. “You probably got the harder side because they know you could do it.”

“Thanks for feeding my ego.” He chuckled in amusement, catching the door with his hand. You watched him immediately stroll past you, reaching out and grabbing the second door to the inside, and pulling it open. You glanced up at him, and he smiled down at you, his lips curling at a slight tilt. Like they always did. “Ladies first, you know.”

You wasted no time listening to him, hurrying into the library and covering your cheeks, which were most likely burning red at this point. Your heart was pounding as you made sure to burn that image into your mind forever. Mingyu holding open the door with his very broad and beautiful frame, smiling down at you with his gentle ways. When you heard him approach you from behind, you shoved him playfully. “Geez, you really are just one big flirt.” You whispered.

Mingyu seemed put off by the statement, which put you off as well. He tried to keep his laugh low to not get scolded by the school librarian. “Nah, you just get flustered easily.” He quickly deflected.

It worked. “Wh- no I do not.”

“Oh, you do.” He smirked playfully. He led you down one of the book aisles before you could argue any further, but the quick feeling of discomfort lingered around for a while.

Deep in the confines of the library, the both of you began searching for books: Mingyu for his ‘decisive evidence’ and you for a book you had found good recommendations of online. You scanned the rows of books, eyes almost blurring with all of the stimuli passing your eyes at once as you made your way down to your desired section. “Here we are…” you said under your breath, reaching out to grab one particular book off the shelf; its shiny black spine with the author's name on it looked exactly as it did on the picture you found online. You pulled it to your chest, looking down at the simple, white cover with the book’s title on it. Flipping it open, the fresh ‘new book smell’ hits your nose, and you let out a soft sigh. “Perfect…” you said softly. Flipping open to the first chapter, you began scanning its contents for more information.

In your focused reading, you felt some tickle up your spine. You gasped, looking up and over your shoulder. Goosebumps flooded your arms and shoulders, and you shuddered. It felt as if someone turned the air conditioner on full blast. However, just as quickly as the sensation enveloped your body, it was gone. You shivered, rubbing your arm and turning your head to look behind you. Nobody was there. But it felt as if…someone was?

“Mingyu?” You hummed. Nothing. “Are you messing with me or something?” Again, no response. You pouted. “Some people have no life…” you mumbled to yourself, before finally closing the book and pressing it against your chest, content with simply taking the book out and giving it a try later. In your room, where nobody else was. It was then that another noise took over your mind, your brain quickly allowing you to hear the sound of swooning and awed chatter a few aisles down. Throwing a quick glance over your shoulder once more, you simply gave up on that feeling, chalking it up to a chill, and headed down the opposite set of aisles to investigate.

A few aisles up, the chatter only got louder to you When you turned the corner, you saw a few girls from your class at the end of an aisle, close together as they chatted.

“He’s just so handsome and stoic.”

“I hope he looks over.” You glanced down the aisle, knowing immediately who they were fawning over so publicly. Despite that knowledge, however, you felt your heart skip a beat or two as your eyes lay upon Mingyu. He was resting his shoulder against the wooden frame of the bookshelf, eyes cast down at a book. One hand splayed over the back of it, holding it open as the other carefully turned the pages. When he lifted his thumb to his mouth, giving it a quick lick to help him turn one of the pages a bit easier, you had to look away.

The girls must have noticed you because they immediately encircled you into their little cheer session. “I know, right? He’s just so handsome.” One of them said, playing with her ponytail. You laughed nervously. Just as you glanced back over at him, you saw him look over in your direction, and the girls gasped. You watched them eagerly wave to him. Mingyu’s smile once again returned, and he kindly waved back at them.

The girls, satisfied with their interaction, scurried away in glee, leaving you alone at the end of the aisle. That is until Mingyu closed the book – the noise that echoed through the library caused your ears to ring – and made his way over to you. Shaking your head to fling off any red stains on your cheeks, you looked up at him. “You’d think you’re some celebrity or something.” You mused. Mingyu was now the one to look flustered.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“Don’t be so modest.” You said, playfully hitting him with your book on the shoulder. “They were practically throwing themselves at you.”

“You think so?” he asked, looking back in the direction the girls hurried off in. “I don’t want to disappoint them.”

“You got a girlfriend or something the rest of us don’t know about?” you asked curiously. There it was again. That look of discomfort. Mingyu turned his entire body away from you now, but you caught a glimpse of his forlorn and upset eyes at the mere idea. You blinked, stepping forward. “Mingyu? I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong or-.”

“Let’s just go,” Mingyu said softly. Without even waiting for a response, he headed to the entrance of the library, and you quickly followed after, staring at his shoulders and back as you wondered what you could have said to make him this upset.

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It wasn’t until the sunlight outside squinted your eyes to adjust that you tapped Mingyu’s shoulder again. He turned to you. You couldn’t sense the same discomfort you did inside, but you still had to be mindful.

“Can I treat you to dinner?” you asked curiously. Mingyu tilted his head. “I upset you. I want to make it up to you, please.”

Finally, another small smile graced his lips. “I appreciate that.” He said softly. “But I can’t tonight. My father and I are going out to dinner.”

“Oh.” You said softly. “Next time, okay?”

Mingyu nodded. “Sounds good.” He said. “I need to head to class. I’ll see you around?”

“See you around.” You said softly. With a quick wave, Mingyu hurried down one of the cobblestone paths and down a hill that led to the nearby law building. You watched him go, waving until he was out of your sight. With a deep sigh, you sank onto the nearest bench and set your book on your lap.

You both still had 30 minutes until class started. You decided that with the time left before class, you’d clear your mind with some reading. Looking down at the book, you opened it up from page one, the spine cracking open and once again, providing a new book smell. A deep and relaxed sigh escaped your lips as you began to finally read chapter one. People passed by you, both in and out of the library, but you tuned out their chatter of exams and homework as you flipped each page. Tucking hair behind your ear, your eyes continued darting from side to side.

The angel’s wings fluttered effortlessly to the ground and I stared up in awe. I had only heard of these creatures in movies and stories, never once did I think one would end up right in front of me.

As you finished the last paragraph of the first chapter, you shivered. There it was again. You immediately paused your reading, your head staying low and towards your book, while your eyes darted every which way. Sure, the AC could have been blasted in the library, and it was mid-spring, but there was no wind in sight. So why were you chilly? You closed your book, looking up and scanning the nearby area. If this is someone pulling a prank, I swear-.

The sound of your name made you look up in front of you, and your shoulders relaxed a bit – unaware they had even gotten tense to begin with. Before you stood two of your friends, Hoshi and Minnie. Hoshi smiled down at you, fixing his oversized white hoodie with a tiger in the front, while Minnie fixed her seemingly frazzled ponytail. You rested your head back on the bench and let out a deep sigh. “Hey.” You said.

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” Minnie pointed out as she took a seat next to you. “You good?”

“Does it feel chilly to either of you?” You asked, scanning both of their faces for a reaction. They shared a glance but simply shook their heads. “Huh.”

“You better not be getting sick,” Hoshi said. “I can’t handle the final exam lunch rush without you.” He pouted.

“I don’t think I’m getting sick.” You said, feeling Minnie press her hand to your forehead and cheek. It made you smile.

“Go to bed early and drink some tea tonight,” Minnie said. “You’ll feel better.” She smiled. “For now, though. Let’s get to class. Where’s Mingyu?”

“He hurried off to his class like 15 minutes ago.” You said, standing up. “I think I upset him.”

“Mingyu? Upset? I doubt it.” Minnie said, and the three of you began to walk, you nestled between your two friends. “I don’t think Mingyu has it in him.”

“You should have seen his face.” You said. “He looked upset when I asked if he had a girlfriend.”

Minnie and Hoshi shared a glance you couldn’t see, but they didn’t comment either. They simply continued walking with you towards your next class. Just as you made your way down the hill, you turned your head back to the bench you were sitting out. You couldn’t help but wonder where the hell that chill came from. It seemed to brush past you again, and your hands immediately clasped onto your arms, rubbing them in hopes that the friction would warm you up a bit. As you did, your mind flashed back to Mingyu’s uneasy face as he left earlier than necessary to head to his class.

Thinking about possibly upsetting Mingyu, you kind of hoped you were getting sick.

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Mingyu stood in the hallway of the law building, secluded from others as he had a phone pressed to his ear. He stuffed his hand in his pocket as the ringing on the other end continued. The sound of distant chattering students caused him to keep looking over his shoulder to make sure that nobody was making their way down this particular hallway. Just as the ringing on the other end stopped, Mingyu turned his entire focus back to the upcoming conversation.

“Hello?” The voice said.

“I saw you called me, Dad. What do you need?”

His father chuckled on the other end. “I’m not interrupting your studies, am I?”

“You only will be if this conversation goes beyond 5 minutes.” He joked, a small smile forming on his face.

His father did not laugh at that one. “I want to tell you something.” He said. Mingyu already knew what was coming.

“Do you remember that party we attended in Japan during your Christmas break a few months ago?” He asked curiously.

“Yes,” Mingyu remembered them quite well. The more he remembered, the more dread filled his chest. “Wha- Dad, no. You said we were done with this.”

“I know, I know. But I just got a call from the father, Mr. Myoui, asking about you and-.”

“I don’t want to do any more of these. I hate turning them all down.”

“How do you know this will be the same?”

“You say that about all of them,” Mingyu stated.

“Kim Mingyu, as the next in line to take over the Kim Law Firm and all of its assets, you need to have everything to be successful.” Mingyu sighed. “You know I’d do these things myself…if I could.”

“I know,” Mingyu said. “But I just-.” A cough on the other end stopped Mingyu in his tracks.

“I’m sorry. No buts. I scheduled a plane to leave for Japan tomorrow after your last class. The car will meet you at school with a few days of belongings packed in a bag.”

“Wh- Tomorrow?! Are you serious?!”

“I told you it’ll all be taken care of. You just have to get in the car and go meet her.”

“But that’s-.” Feeling his voice about to rise, Mingyu pursed his lips together. “Fine.” He said. “Fine, I’ll go meet her.”

“That’s my boy. Now, head to class. I’ll see you tonight for dinner.” Mingyu gave a curt goodbye before quickly hanging up the phone. His free hand landed on the bridge of his nose, pinching it between his thumb and index finger as he let out a long, frustrated sigh. It was then that his phone vibrated once again. Then twice. Then a third time. Looking down, he saw his background being covered by two separate text messages. One from his father, of course, containing all of his flight to Japan at the end of the week. Below it were two messages with your name flashing right on top of them. He quickly opened them up.

Dinner on me at that really good chicken restaurant right off campus! >.o (Sent 2:59 P.M.)

Mingyu smiled to himself. Until he read the next text.

Does tomorrow work? (Sent 3:00 P.M.)

Mingyu immediately closed his phone and stuck it into his pocket. “Fuck.” He cursed to himself, stuffing it in his pocket. He ran a hand through his hair and immediately headed to class. Suddenly, that mock trial involving the elderly couple and the facility worker seemed much easier to handle than the response he would have to give to you.

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Before you knew it, the rest of the day came and went with no word from Mingyu. Even after sending a text asking about his mock trial, you didn’t get a response. Setting your phone down, you glanced up from where you were standing behind the counter. Every Friday, right after your last class of the evening, you worked part-time at the campus café, cooking up hot meals and ringing up the orders of students frantically trying to grab a bite in between study sessions. It was here where you met Minnie and Seungkwan, who quickly acclimated to your friend group. As you rested against the counter, watching the students eating in the dining hall, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You glanced over and saw Seungkwan, looking over at you.

“You look like you’re thinking about something.” He said. You shrugged. “Still nothing from Mingyu-Hyung?” You shook your head.

“It’s not like him.”

“He’s probably busy with his dad.”

“I know, but still. He at least puts in the chat if he’ll be busy. He knows we worry.”

“No, no. You worry.” Seungkwan clarified and snickered when he saw a corner of your cheek turn a bit pink. “I’m sure he’ll come around when he has the time. Don’t overthink it.”

You nodded your head just in time for students to enter the dining hall from the dimming skyline, clamoring for something to eat after a long day. A few called out to Seungkwan, who greeted them with a cheery hello. You stood up straight as you watched Minnie make her way back to the cash register, preparing to ring them all up. You waited patiently for some of the students to give you some orders for hot lunches, so you could begin preparing them in the back. As you did, the steam hitting your face, you overheard some of them talking to Seungkwan, who was still in the front taking orders.

“Seunkwan-Oppa. You know Kim Mingyu, right?” Immediately, your ears perked up at the girl's mention of his name. Scary how the universe hears one talk.

Seungkwan blinked, seeming to think of a reply, before simply saying: “Yes.”

“Is it true that he’s moving to Japan to get hitched?!”

“…Huh?” Seungkwan asked.

“I heard him on the phone with someone yesterday and this morning about traveling! It sounded like he was talking about a girl.” When the girl sputtered that out, you felt your hands go numb. Your wrists gave out, and the hot plate you were holding in your hands fell. The loud clattering of metal onto the floor snapped you out of it, and you shrieked in surprise. Looking down at the mess before your feet, you took a second to readjust yourself to the situation. What did you just hear? Mingyu was going where?!

…Why did your hands tingle…?

Before you could speak, Seungkwan was at your side, grabbing your hands and shoving them under a stream of cold water. It was only then that you gasped, looking over at him.

“Fuck, ow!” You gasped, biting your lip.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You mustered a small nod.

“My hand slipped.” You said.

“Here. Keep that under cold water while I clean up. Minnie! Take over orders for me, please!” You watched as a few other part-timers who were setting something up in the back began heading to the front per Seungkwan’s orders. You hissed in pain as you felt the cold water dance around your hands, the stinging only getting more and more intense with each passing second. You sighed. Just then, a cold sensation came back, tickling your back and shoulders. You shivered, shaking your head as you tried to look around for what it could be. When you pulled your hands back, feeling a sudden urge to call out to the other workers in the vicinity, the stinging sensation caused you to stop in your tracks, putting your hands directly back under the cold water. “Ow, ow, ow.” You groaned, dropping your head in annoyance as you heard people around you frantically hurrying around to get themselves situated while also helping you with your burning fingers.

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Your hands were examined and bandaged by the campus nurse, but all you could think about was the girl talking about Mingyu.

I heard he’s getting hitched and moving to Japan!

Where on earth did she hear that? You thought to yourself. You pouted as the nurse finished wrapping your palms and dabbing some aloe on the tips of your fingers before bandaging those too. The cool sensation of the aloe made you exhale a deep, long sigh. It felt good.

“Thank you.” You said softly.

“I would go straight home and rest up. You should be fine by Monday, but I’ll write you up a note just in case anything starts to blister.”

“Thank you.” You repeated, watching as the nurse made her way to her small cubicle and turned on her computer. You looked down at your hands, kicking your legs under the table quietly, the sound of her typing away being the only sound in the room. You looked out the window: the dim evening was just about to turn into full-blown nighttime as the sun drifted away and people began leaving campus for their dorms and apartments, or to the library to study. Just then, the door to the nurse’s room flew open. When you looked up, you saw Mingyu standing there, eyes widened.

“Seungkwan told me what happened! Are you ok?” he hurried up to you, taking your hands in his own. Your heart began pounding at the sight of your hands being gently cradled in his. “How did you drop something hot?”

“I uh- I just…” you stammered, unsure of what to say. Mingyu sighed.

“Well, is it serious?”

“No. Minor burns. The nurse says I’ll be ok by Monday. I should rest this weekend.” Mingyu nodded, immediately turning to the nurse as she stood up.

“Can I take her home?”

“Sure. She’s good to go.”

“What? Take me home?” You asked like you didn’t believe him. However, a part of you was excited at the idea of being driven back to your small apartment by Mingyu. It made you feel special. “You don’t have to.”

“You need to get home and rest as soon as possible, and it’s already getting dark.” He said as he continued to lead you out the door, grabbing the note from the nurse with a thank you. “You’re a 30-minute walk from here. With a car, it’s only 10.”

“But don’t you-.” You immediately closed your mouth, lips pulled in a tightly thin line to prevent yourself from speaking any further. Mingyu blinked, confused as to what you stopped yourself from saying.

“I don’t mind, if that’s what your concern is.” He said. Once again, his smile curled up, lopsided and adorable. You hummed, averting your eyes. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Okay. Thanks.” You said. Finally matching his pace, the both of you headed to his car, which was parked at the parking light right at the back of the campus.

Mingyu was a perfect gentleman, opening the car door and allowing you inside before slipping into the driver's side himself. He started up his car and pulled out of the lot, turning onto the street and over to your house. You looked over at him, hands firmly on your lap.

“Thanks again.” You said.

“Ah, no worries. It’ll just go on the long list of amazing things I do for you.” You smiled a bit as he laughed at his own joke.

“Oh, shut it. My list is way longer.”

“Hehe, it probably is.” He giggled. “Just make sure you get some rest. Do you want any help with anything inside?”

“What? Oh, no. I’ll be okay.” You assured, chuckling a bit. You glanced out the window at the streets and stores lining them, people making their way through the bustling streets, as Mingyu turned the corner and pulled into the apartment complex you and Minnie both resided in. “Here we are.” He said. You looked over at him.

“Thanks again.” You said. Mingyu nodded. Just then, as a bit of courage coursed your veins, you leaned a bit closer to him. “Hey, Mingyu. I have a question.”

“Hmm?” Mingyu raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Well, I overheard a rumor that you were traveling to-.” Your question was interrupted when the sound of a phone call came blasting through the car speaker, shocking the both of you. Mingyu turned around, answering the call quickly. Before the screen changed, you saw Dad blasted on the front screen.

“Hello?”

“Mingyu, where are you? The driver called and said you’re not at school! Your car is gone!” You saw Mingyu’s face go white as he stared at the speaker before him. He looked like a child getting scolded by his parent. You bit your lip and waited.

“I uh…my friend got hurt. I’m taking h-.” he paused. “Them home.”

“What? Why? You knew you had somewhere to be. Why not pay a cab to take them home?”

“It’s dark out,” Mingyu said. When there was no response, Mingyu sighed. “Dad, I’ll just meet the driver at the airport with my stuff at this point.” He said. His father tried to stammer an interruption, but Mingyu sighed. “That’s what I’m doing, bye!” Before quickly hanging up the phone. You watched him lean back in his seat and cover his face with his hands, a muffled groan coming out in response.

“…Everything ok?” you asked softly. Mingyu shook his head.

“I’m going on a last-minute trip to Japan.” He said.

You immediately remembered what the girl in the cafeteria said. Your fingers stung at the memory, and you pressed them harder into your lap.

“What for?” you asked, trying to act casual. Mingyu sighed, shrugging his shoulders. He seemed to be thinking about his next response as he looked up from his hands.

“…Business…” he began.

“Is that why you couldn’t come to dinner?” You asked softly, almost sadly. Mingyu leaned forward. “I’m injured now anyway, but….”

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I didn’t want you to be upset. It was sudden on my dad’s end, and I didn’t know how to tell you. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” You huffed. “C’mon. I’ll take you to any restaurant you want when I come back.”

“…Any?” you asked curiously, ears perking up a bit. Mingyu finally grinned again, nodding.

“Dessert and drinks too. I swear.” You nodded, smiling.

“Fine.” You said. “I’ll hold you to it.” Opening the car door, you offered him one last glance. “I’ll make sure it’s a great place.”

“Perfect.” Mingyu said.

“Don’t forget about us while you’re in Japan, okay?” The playful teasing in your voice made Mingyu smile.

“I couldn’t forget you even if I tried…” he said gently. Your cheeks immediately warmed a bit, and you stepped back in hopes to hide it a bit, watching as Mingyu started up the car. It took him a minute to start driving, but you stood there, bag over your shoulder as you waved a bandaged hand in his direction. Finally, the car sped off, out of the driveway, and left towards the airport. It was then you felt your heart drop. You had known Mingyu since your orientation at college, a full two and a half years together. You didn’t know him long, but you knew him well. His eyes stared straight ahead when he told a lie. You monitored his eyes at that moment when he told you it was business calling him to Japan, and they stood staring right out the front mirror.

As you shuffled in your spot, the cool air blew past and brought up those familiar goosebumps. You hummed, rubbing your arm as you looked up at the clear sky. If I look long enough, will I see your plane overhead? Will you see me? You thought to yourself. You pressed your arms to your sides, using whatever fingers you could to grip the sides of your pants. You felt your eyes mist at the mere thought of: Will you even come back? What can I do to keep you near me? I’ll do anything.

In your head, you didn’t notice the sound of someone approaching you. You sniffled, wiping your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down. There was nothing to overthink until you heard it from Mingyu’s mouth himself. He was popular on campus, there would be rumors! No use worrying all weekend. A deep groan exited your chest as you tried to expel all of your worries, allowing the cool air to rub along your arms and legs. It was much more comforting than any chill you had felt during the day. Just then, before you could turn around and make your way into your apartment for some much-needed rest, you turned to see two figures standing before you. With only the light of the street lamps, it was a bit hard to see them beyond a slender set of silhouettes. Then one spoke, a gentle voice coursing through your ears.

“You look sad. Can we take you out for dinner?”

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