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t3kandson · 1 year

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Dark Foolish Gift

Wordcount; 4,563

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Kim Younghoon, Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Hong Yeeun aka Jvcki Wai, Reader X Ju Haknyeon, Reader X Sohn Eric & Kim Younghoon X Lee Hyunjae

Characters; O11, Hong Yeeun aka Jvcki Wai, & Kim Hyungseo Aka Bibi

Warning; Angst, Heavy BDSM, Flogging, Nipple clamp use, sex toys, handcuffed, Rope tied, Breeding, Creampie & alcohol consumption.

Notes; Chapter 6/12 of Learning Love previous Chapters found here.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

You’ve kept away from the shots this time watching as Sunwoo swayed as he finished his last few, Hyunjae having finished and won this time. “You suck at this game,” Changmin teases him as he flips him off. You watch Sunwoo make his way to throw himself on the sofa.

You make him a glass of water and follow to where he’s sat, head leaning on the pillow while Juyeon is chatting sympathetically his way. “Here Sunwoo,” you say pleasantly as he opens one of his eyes to widen it in your view with his face scrunched. Grabbing the glass, he doesn’t look at you or throw appreciation. Just downing the liquid to pass you back the empty glass to return to his position. You silently take the glass feeling slightly disappointed with lack of communication, but at least you didn’t have negative words given.

“So Sunwoo’s next on your list then?” Youngjae asks as he takes the glass from you to fill. “What do you mean?” You say puzzled. “Y/N we saw you in the alleyway with Hyunjae,” he said once he filled the glass. “When you say we?” You asked tilting your head. “Me and Sunwoo,” he replied as he took a swig of the water. “He won’t fall at your feet Y/N, none of us will, not while your with Younghoon,” he added placing the half empty glass on the side. “And if I wasn’t with Younghoon?” You asked intrigued with his reply. He went quiet for a while thinking before wrapping his hand round your waist to bring you closer. “Your never know because you enjoy the fun Younghoon allows you to have with other men,” he says inches from your face. Looking at your lips like he was struggling not to kiss them he continues, “but if you was ever mine, you wouldn’t need anyone else,” he whispered before leaving a single soft kiss to your cheek as he walked off. Younghoon looked to you from the other side of the room, his smile not quite reaching you, for the first time wearing jealousy.

Before you can reach your boyfriend Haknyeon swirls his arms round your waist spinning you to face him. “Where you going baby?” He pouts slurring his words. “Nowhere much birthday boy,” you chuckle in his grip as he places a short kiss to your lips. “I’m in need of a birthday suck,” Haknyeon says confidently in your ear. Like Younghoon knows, you can feel him slide behind you, his breathing deep in your ear as your sandwiched between the pair. “You know you want to, you have my permission as always,” Younghoon says as he presses small kisses to your neck. Haknyeon pouts and you give in instantly walking past Sunwoo with his usual face of disgust. Wooing Sunwoo will have to wait till later.

You emerge from Haknyeon’s room almost panting, you have his cum dribbling down your thighs after his simple BJ request ended with a four hour sex session, one that has left him passed out to exhausted slumber. You found the living room cluttered with body’s as you searched for Younghoon.

“He’s in bed with your other boyfriend,” Sunwoo snarled standing behind you looking bitterly angry. “What is your problem Kim Sunwoo?” You ask not in the mood for his antics. “My problem is you, walking from one man to another corrupting there heads and minds,” he growled. “To think you thought you was better then us at one point,” he added as his jaw tightened. “I’ve never once thought I was better then you, or any one, where have you got that idea from. Yes I ignored you guys, yes that was uncalled for, but it wasn’t because I thought I was better then anyone,” you ranted. “I know you liked me, I’m sorry i treated you as if you didn’t exist.” You said sorrowfully. “I never liked you, see there you go delulu land over there,” Sunwoo scoffed unconvincingly.

In that second you decided to act impulsively and smashed your lips to his. Eyes widening as he froze while your lips rested on his, standing there awkwardly for a few seconds. You swiped your tongue along his lips as you kissed his frozen ones. Hands bunching at his T-shirt as you growled into his mouth snapped him from his statue.

Hands roughly pulling you into him his tongue worked angry on yours. Clashes of angry yet lust hungry kisses emerged as he pushed you into the kitchen side. Fingers tugging at the bottom of your hair pulling your head back he nibbled at your jawline. “Your such a whore, I should fuck you in the room so they can hear what a whore filled with my dick sounds like,” he growled that had your core tighten. “But I want to punish you instead, I want to choke you till you beg for forgiveness, so your just have to wait,” he said tightening his grip around your neck. “But for now get on your knees and find your boyfriend,” he spat tossing you to the floor, implying his comment of his where about earlier was a lie.

Your mind was shocked at the anger in his voice that was turning you on. You did as you was told walking around the bodies of sleeping members. “That’s right Bitch crawl all over them,” he whispered, as you turned to see his hardening bulge. You hovered over Jacob his perfect sleeping angelic face, moaning in his sleep as you brushed him with your breasts as you made your way to the next body. Yelping from a sudden sting to your ass had your mind freeze when you looked up to find Sunwoo, his T-shirt off and rolled so he could use it as a weapon to whip you.

“Hey bitch don’t stop,” he growls and you look around the room shocked to noticed that none of them woke to Sunwoo’s threats. After crawling over Bibi & Kevin you found Yourself coming to one more body, but you knew instantly it was Youngjae. You froze not wanting to crawl over him, it didn’t help that your mind was afloat with sexual thoughts.

“Crawl over him whore,” he orders with another whip of his T-shirt. Youngjae moves onto his back as you freeze in fear of being found on your knees by the side of him. But his perfect sleeping eyes remain shut. You think what it would feel like to brush your lips against him as you pass but the sting to your ass tells you maybe not. “Stop being slow,” he orders cruelly as you hover over Youngjae, but he shifts again knocking your arm that you fall straight on-top of him jolting him awake.

His arms cling to you to stop your head hitting the floor as he twists to hover over you instead. Your panting as your arousal is brushing through you, not just from Sunwoo slaps but Youngjae’s eyes stealing you. “What the hell Y/N what you up to huh?” He whispers as his eyes trap you there in the spot. “Nothing just Sunwoo,” you pause to look for him but he’s not there, he’s slipped out after making you look stupid.

“Sunwoo what?” He asked tilting his head as he pressed himself into your core. “Nothing I was just looking for something that’s all, sorry,” you gasp. You feel Youngjae’s member pressing into you and the desire to fuck him there and then is pulsating through you. You grind your pelvis against him letting your nub throb from the contact. Youngjae’s feeling the same as he’s eyes blow up in lust. Leaning up towards him you go to press your lips towards his, but his hands grip at your wrists pinning them to the floor. “Y/N I meant what I said, I’m not the kind of guy who wants to share my girl,” he orders as you feel a sucker punch from his rejection.

“Look I get it but could you release me,” you whimper as he releases you to let you sit up. “The day i fuck you Y/N is when you leave Younghoon and become just yourself,” he adds almost pleading. “But we know you won’t do that, because it’s so much fun where you are right?,” he said tilting his head. “I need to find Younghoon,” you say watching his eyes shut in pain. “Down the corridor to the right, he’s with Hyunjae,” he said as you lept up to search for your man leaving not just Youngjae but Sunwoo too.

Finding your boyfriend naked cuddling up to Hyunjae came into your view and you sunk into your boyfriends back not caring. “Sorry baby, I should have come and found you,” Younghoon whispers. “It’s ok looked like you had some fun too,” you said throwing your head into the crevice of his neck to fall asleep against.

A few weeks had passed and another birthday was Due, this time it was Sunwoo’s. Since that night he had stopped ignoring you or even acting cold. He would wait till everyone was out of sight, then tell you of all the things he was going to do to punish you, especially every time he found you having sex with Haknyeon & Hyunjae. Each time you tried to push him to keep his threats he would tell you it wasn’t time.

But here in your hand was the message that the time was now. It was a text with the very motel room you was expected to visit. As always you was open to Younghoon who clapped his hand with excitement. “Sounds like one heck of a lesson your in for,” he said amused. “Didn’t think you had it in you to crack that brat,” he sniggered looking pleased. “You saying I’m not hot enough,” you pouted, as he chuckled shaking his head. “No way baby girl, what I meant is he’s very up him self, he scolded us the whole way but here he is being made weak by you too,” he explained as you felt excited with anticipation.

A quick kiss from Younghoon as he dropped you off at the motel, before he watched you enter the dingy lit motel, had anticipation hit you. The decor told you that this was not your usual motel, the whips boxed in displays had your windpipe crush slightly in fear. “Can I help you love?” the young bottle blonde woman in pig tails asked at the desk. Her breasts was hanging from holes in some form of leather suit, nipples erect as she licked her lips at you seductively. “I’m here to meet someone,” you said as your voice cracked showing your fear. “It’s your first time here right?” she asked smirking blowing a bubble with the gum she was chewing. Nodding her grin turned devilishly as she made her way around the counter, her heat on display in the crotchless bottoms of her suit. “Come with me, let’s get you a wardrobe first,” she said rolling her tongue on her lips.

Taking you to the room it was filled with rather enticing clothing from role play, to mistress. “Your alien to this aren’t you love,” she said fearing how overwhelming you felt. “Yeah,” you replied as she smiled with excitement, “oh I love helping to create someone new inner sex demon,” she smirked as she turned to face you. She fisted your jacket pushing you to her lips stunning you as she kissed. Without thinking your lips met hers, letting her tongue swirl with yours as her hands rolled your ass into her heat. While you was losing yourself to your first girl on girl experience she left you panting as she smirked even more wickedly.

“So your new to this all, but not new to kissing girls you talented naughty minx.” She smirked. “Your the first girl I’ve kissed,” you admitted as she tilted her head. “Really? Wow, you got quite a talent at picking up skills then, hmmm intriguing,” she said thinking as she looked you up and down.

When she was finished with her mental examination she pulled you towards the changing room. “Face the wall and close your eyes,” she orders as you obeyed feeling Fabric fall upon your face as she blindfolds you. “Stay here why I find you the clothes you need to wow this sexy person of yours, I take it he’s male yes?” She asks. “Oh Definatly male,” you smirked slightly amused that anyone could think of confusing Sunwoo’s gender.

She had been gone five minutes as you waited impatiently when she returned. “Right I’m taking your clothes off,” she reassured you as she helped remove the clothing making sure her hands touched every part of your body. Gently tweaking of your nipples earning a yelp as your nub throbbed, her hands fell to help you step into what you could feel was some form of suit. Fingers sliding down the folds had you know that you was wearing a similar outfit to hers. Lips sucking at your nipples had your walls tighten as moans escaped. “Oh your so delicious your fella is in for a right ride tonight,” you heard before she spun you to remove the blindfold.

“Right this make up is so so and not enough,” she scoffed as she pulled you out the changing room and threw you to the chair next to the vanity table. Tongue sliding along her lip as she heavily focused on you she sat back to admire her work. Spinning the chair she worked on your hair as she braided them into two plaits. “Enough for him to pull you around,” she smirked as she tugged. “So who is the lucky guy anyway?” she asked as she spun you back to face her. “Sunwoo, Kim Sunwoo,” you said feeling anxiety creep up, but her eyes lit up upon hearing his name. “Oh love your In trouble tonight, and I’m glad I’ve gone with this because you are going to have him salivating,” she said as she pulled you up taking you to the mirror.

You was right you was in the same outfit then her, just in a lilac colour compared to her red. The make up complimenting the outfit. “Do you like?” She asked as you felt your stomach burn in Excitement. “I love it thank you, sorry I didn’t take your name,” you asked as she smiled. “I’m Jvcki wai, but to you I’m you sexy fairy slutting god mother,” she smirked as she pulled you out the room.

The cold air on your heat as you rushed through reception, eyes bulging as you rushed past others as Jvcki took down the corridor. “Right love you got this right, remember to discuss safe words and if it’s too much, if he don’t look after you well there’s a red button behind the door,” she smiled sweetly, before pressing a kiss to your cheek and dashing off down the corridor.

You turn to face the door your stomach churning in fear about what is behind alongside Sunwoo. You close your eyes biting the bullet and knock remembering that this is an experience that will hopefully be worth it.

Sunwoo’s face when he opened the door was a picture, you swore he was dribbling when he forced his mouth to shut. “What’s up Sunwoo did someone eat your tongue,” you smirked walking past him to the dark lit room. It was your turn to look agape the walls was dungeon like, hand cuffs in several locations & bed spreads. A chest of toys that made your stomach pull in, as you walked towards them. Hands brushing over the toys counting the different objects as fear bit you. Glancing towards the red button behind the door you familiarised yourself with the desire to leave if needed. Sunwoo stood there silently watching you take the surroundings in.

“You like this sort of thing?” You asked as he showed you his tooth filled grin. “I’m not a cute puppy Y/N, I didn’t bring you here to make love to you, I brought you here to torture you,” he threatened stepping closer. “But it’s ok because as much as I badly want to hurt you for my sexual gratification, I’m not heartless, I want this to be just as fun for you as it is for me,” he adds brushing his thumb along your lower lip. “I’ll have tears coming from your eyes but it be mixed with pleasure I promise,” he said softly. “But first we need safe words,” he smiled warmly that in that moment you just want him to hold you. “Think Y/N,” he ordered with his jaw tensing. “Erm I don’t know,” you stuttered which brought Sunwoo joy. “Deobi means warning I’m almost at my limit,” he smiled. “And what’s stop?” you ask as he smirks further more, “19,” he said as you furrowed your eyebrows. “19 what the hell’s that supposed to be,” you scoff as his face looks serious at you. “It’s a number, your less likely to want to say a number in the throws of passion,” he said rolling his eyes as you refused to press him further. “Ok deobi, 19, I got it,” you said letting him know you dropped it. “Remember it Y/N because I’m going to break you as bad as I can push, you will need those words,” he said looking concerned. “Maybe I won’t, I’m not as dainty as you think I am,” you said crossing your arms. “Well with that attitude your a fool to think your survive, I suggest a little less bratty,” he whispered biting his lips. “Bratty you can talk,” you bit back.

“Oh let’s start then and let’s see how bratty you continue,” he scoffed turning to the box to find a flogger.

Ripping his T-shirt off he shows his sexy defined torso, you suddenly notice he is wearing tight jeans, the buttons undone as his Calvin boxers show. Whipping his hands not even flinching from his own strike against himself. “That’s it baby kitten,” he coos stroking his thumb over your lips having got closer. His hands lace through yours in what is such a Tender moment that has you blinking in confusion.

Tightening his grip he pulls you to the wall, before you can say anything he handcuffs one of your hands before smirking as he does the same with your other. Pulling on the handcuffs to no avail has him laugh, “you can’t escape them kitten, I must say You look delish, Jvcki got hold of you didn’t she,” he smirks with excitement as you nod. “She did well I must remember to give her my appreciation,” he smirks.

“Are you two?,” you ask watching him Tilt his head, “why? would you be jealous if I said yes,” he says playfully. You bit your lip thinking that the thought of those two felt a little bit of a burn. A stinging sensation hit you as your thigh bare the brunt of the flogger, “Answer me,” he growls. “Maybe,” you pant as he smirks, “good like you and Younghoon make me feel,” he admits as you blink feeling the pain in his words. “Sorry,” you reply as he softens his features momentarily, before Harding them.

He turns to face his box as he emerges with chains along a foreign object. He notices your confusion and smiles walking closer. “There nipple clamps,” he coos as he brushed his hand down your breast, letting his finger dig into the flesh as he massaged them. “There sting for a while but the intense feeling afterwards will be, well yes your find the positiveness I’m sure,” he smirks as his fingers tweak with your nipple that has you bite your lip to stifle the whine leaving. However, nothing holds the cry’s when he clamps it around your nipple as tears begin to emerge. “What’s the safe word Y/N,” he asks with seriousness to his comment. “Deobi and 19,” you shout out as you struggle to the pressure, how on earth could any one see the pleasure in this.

His lips suckle at your other nipple as he enjoys marking you with his suction, slipping the other clamp while your eyes are shut. Swearing into the room as you hiss in agony of the sting of the clamp he stands back smirking. “Kitten you didn’t say the words so your clearly a whore for this pain,” he scoffs.

His lips clash with yours as he rewards you with a deep lusted kiss as his hands reach round your throat. “That’s right kitten you pant like the bitch you are,” he says pressing his fingers into your cheek squashing your face. “A bitch is a dog not a cat,” you chime out as you watch him smirk with excitement. “Oh I’ve waited for the smart ass mouth to tune up, gives me a good chance to torture the brattiness out of you,” he growls.

He releases your hands from the handcuff on the wall as he walks you to the middle of the room. Tip toeing to the rope to bring it down, he ties your wrist with it that it’s tight. He pulls on the leaver on the other side of the room letting it pull your arms above your head.

Pulling a toy out he shakes it In front of you, “now this is a remote control love egg,” he smirks. Walking back towards you, he places his fingers down your folds to rest against your nub as he rolls eight into them. Moans fill the room as he speeds his pace stopping to place the balls in your mouth. “Suck on them kitten, trust me your need it,” he coos as you obey. With your self lubrication he pushes them into your heat, his rolls of his thumb helping you to accommodate the object comfortably.

Stroking his finger up your body when he finishes, he flicks your nipples hearing you cry in pain as they numb following the burning sensation, your core clenching around the balls as you do.

Stepping back he presses the button and you feel a jolt hit your core as he stifles a laugh. “Oh kitten, did you like that,” he playfully says as he presses it again, but leaving the balls to massage your core that has you gulping for air to this new feeling. He turns it off walking towards you, “does that feel good kitten,” he says as you nod. Flicking your nipple he switches it back on as you cry in pain before euphoria rushes over you. Suddenly you understand the short pain is heightening the pleasure that later follows. “How about now kitten,” he asks as you bite your lip enjoying the feeling the balls are making against your wall. Your mind is numb from the high intense sensations throwing through your mind as he continues, the balls power attack along your core. Your brought back to earth when you feel a sting across your ass from the flogger he just strikes you with. “Say something,” he growls as the sting of your ass mixes with the combination of sensitive feeling your experiencing.

Another strike hits as your words struggle to form, while your core is burning as an orgasm builds. You can hear more words fall from Sunwoo’s mouth but you can’t work them out as your orgasm is threatening to explode. The repeated strikes across your ass even though is a punishment is throwing you further and further into euphoria. “Your such a whore,” he says into your ear, which pushes you over the edge as you eyes fall white clenching the balls that’s burning your core to death.

Body feeling limp your wrists burns from the pressure of holding your shaking body up. “Oh look at our little whore, how fucked do you look right now. Younghoon would love to see how pathetic you look right now,” Sunwoo says squeezing your cheeks. “But I have to admit kitten I want to fuck you right now, breed from your if I have to, how would your boyfriend like that hey? That’s one way of making you mine, what do you say kitten?” he says before licking your face. “Yes, no, I don’t know,” you pant as the rope burns around your wrist as you fight to recover from your mind blowing orgasm. “Oh look at your fucked out mind,” he spits out as he switches the button off letting you breathe deeply for the first time.

The relief is only temporary as you hear his jeans hit the floor behind you, his grip pulls at your waist as he ruts himself against your ass. Slamming him self in you pull further on the rope, you hands tingeing a slight purple from the pressure as his hands help pull you up. He starts a slow rhythm against you at first till he sees you struggle and releases himself from you. “Your so weak and fucked out right now, such a weak bitch you are,” he scoffs as he helps pull the rope to untie you. Hands burning as blood rushes to them as they return in colour as he kisses them gently.

He drags you to the wall bending you over as he sprays your hands to hoist you. “I’m going to fuck you like Hyunjae did but know this time it’s my cock making you scream, this time I’m going to breed you,” Sunwoo growled into your ear that your heat throbs.

He returns his cock to your empty core wasting no time with the pace. “Work with me kitten,” he pleads striking your ass that you yelp. Pressing his hand onto your shoulder he presses your clamped nipples to the wall. Resurrecting the sting burning pain you whimper with each thrust. “Words if you need them Y/N,” he coos as you bite your lip. “I’ll never use them,” you pant as his speed increases. “Your so naughty kitten, just like I like it,” he growls as his fingers grip tighter. “I’m going to make you mine, I’ll make you never want to return to Younghoon,” he threatens losing himself in you. “I can teach you better,” he grunts chasing his high. Fingers finding your nub he rolls his fingers around them bringing you to another orgasm. Your walls clamping around his cock is enough to push him into his own as he fills you up with his cum.

Fucking the dripping cum back into you he inhales deeply with exhaustion himself. “If I was your boyfriend I would have you off the pill,” he pants kissing your neck before you fall to the floor. “Oh Kitten we have no time to rest, your not leaving here till your sore, bruised and Younghoon knows your relationships in trouble,” he smirks as he picks you in his arms to take you to the bed in the corner of the room. Placing you down he looks you up and down. “What a fool to gift me his girlfriend for a birthday gift, I’m not handing this one back,” he snarls.

You know from his tone he means it and though you’ve dethawed sulky Kim Sunwoo you’ve engaged the dangerous Sex demon instead.

Younghoon and you was in trouble!

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timextoxhajima · 2 years

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title: enemy

genre: e2l; rugby player! eric x cheerleader cap! [fem] reader; smut; ft. enhypen jay

synopsis: after some years of a brooding, competitive bond you've developed with eric sohn over being athletes, you find him again on the same field in different aspects - but this time, you have to cheer for him instead of booing him like you were used to.

warnings: cursing, probably alcohol, smut, toxic dynamics (i mean it)

wc: 4.3k

a/n: thank you for 1.3k+ followers 💕

song playlist: here

the warmth and humidity from the shower rooms on either side of the common locker area was beginning to dampen the atmosphere. the hot steam from the showers fog up the room, hindering your sight in the space.

but you look to your right, and up against the wall was your teammate caged in by one of the rugby boys, blatantly making out, as though half the cheer squad and half the rugby team wasn't within sight.

"jesus christ, get a fucking room," slamming your palm onto the boy, you yank him off her. she yelps as the contact is abruptly torn away from her, and you grimace at how sticky his sweat had made your palm feel. "can you get off her? you have a game next week!"

"alright!" sunwoo raises his hands in surrender and stomps away from her, pulling his shirt off the nearest bench and throwing it over his shoulder. "mom much?"

"and you," pointing a straight finger at the girl, you narrow your eyes with disapproval. "do not get pregnant with any one of theirs."

"you say that only because you haven't made your choice," she sings sweetly with a pout, pushing herself off the wall and winking at sunwoo as she comes to link her arm with yours. "we'll find you your match, captain."

"shut up. i'd rather die than find a match here."

"ouch," sunwoo leans back with his arms behind his hips, flexing his torso and arms and you just know he was doing it for your pathetic friend to gawk at.

rolling your eyes, you shrug her off your arm and wave her off, so out of your peripheral vision, you watch her slide onto his lap and wrap her arms around his shoulders.

manoeuvring your way through the space, you make it to the last row of the lockers in search of the one person you really didn't want to talk to.

but you walk in on a half-naked eric sohn, mindlessly scrolling on his phone with just a towel wrapped around his hips and his wet hair stuck to his forehead. he's showered - you can smell the body wash - but old habits die hard and you immediately begin with a harsh, venomous spit.

"hi, you piece of shit, i'd like the key to the inventory room so i can undo the stupid mess your team's made. i'd look for sangyeon but i'm sure he's busy with other things."

eric turns to look at you with a palm outstretched, and his eyes dart up to yours quietly as he locks his phone. "what makes you think i have the key?"

"you're the inventory head," you turn your head when he stands up straight, now facing you, and the lewd sight before you makes you uncomfortable beyond any verbal expression. "who else would have the key?"

the windows from behind eric darkens his silhouette as he steps nearer and nearer to you, the distant sound of water in the showers and talking by the others a good distance away.

his shadow covers yours, and he blocks the light in your eyes by craning his head so he's staring straight into yours.

"key's in my locker. you can go get it if you like."

gritting your teeth, you turn your head to the opposite way and slide past him to his open locker, finding bottles of protein shakes and sweaty rugby equipment - but no key.

your lips part in immediate complaint, so you turn with a harsh frown, only to find eric holding the keys up before your nose and smiling childishly at you. "gotcha."

the annoyance is about to burst out of you when you swipe it from between his fingers, and you were just short of stabbing him in the eye with the key when he chuckles with that stupid smirk on his face.

"you know, the last person i'd expected to become the cheer captain was you."

"why?" you cross your arms and shake your head. "i highly doubt that's any of your business anyway, right?"

"no, i just- didn't take you for the type to cheer for me. it'd take me so much for me to imagine you holding pompoms with that high ponytail of yours and possibly yelling my name if i make that goal, but now it's... it's reality."

"shut the fuck up," you hiss and shove him backwards, holding your forearm against his collarbone as he raises his palms in fake surrender. "i will cheer for your team because it is also my team. but you will never catch me cheering for you. not this week, not next week, not ever. your name in my mouth?" you scoff and give him another harsh shove into the locker before stepping back, the sound of his weight against the locker echoing softly throughout the space. "in your dreams."

eric grins widely, looking down at the floor as you turn around and deliberately slam his locker door shut, this time, the slam ringing loudly.

"we'll see about that," he says with triumph. "i will make that goal!"

anyway, you're probably thinking - why do i hate eric sohn so much?

we've known each other since we were kids. lived on the same street. our parents invited each other's families to christmas dinners and new year's day celebrations for years.

not knowing that the two of us hated each other at school. both of us were on the track and field team. i was the fastest girl and eric was... well, average.

it ruined his pride.

i won, in case you were wondering. so he decided not to go back to running, and chose sports instead. he was in the baseball team and i stayed.

the story changed in university though. i got sick of running and joined the cheer team instead, and he seemed to miss it, so he joined the rugby team.

it fit his personality though, bunch of rowdy boys who didn't know better than sticking their dicks into girls from your team and other groups. ironically, eric hadn't curated such an image.

unlike sunwoo, who had his busy hand down a well of pussies before he met one of your teammates, eric was focused on his team. maybe he wanted to redeem himself, maybe he wanted to feel proud of himself for once.

but i couldn't care less. not really.

sometimes when i'm out on the field and he's running with the ball though, it kills me on the inside when it hits me that he's the one i'm cheering for.

yeah, i get it. 'isn't that the whole point of being part of the cheer team?' i know it is. i know it was my choice. but why did he have to choose the rugby team, the main sports team that our cheer squad jumps and stunts and yells for? why not the baseball team? why not the volleyball team?

maybe i could have a word with the principal about this.

the night of the game falls on your school like an impending doom - only because you've heard enough tales about how the new line-up for the rival's team was. good number of youngsters, fit and tall and also apparently very kind to everyone around them.

maybe the grass is simply greener on the other side, and you can't see past that. at least not with eric being on your side.

the teams grace the entrance path in their own stride, and while you cheered your school's team on according to your obligation, you couldn't help but notice the flawless features of what seemed to be your team's rivals.

they were right about them being tall and fit, but who left out the detail about them looking absolutely gorgeous?

99.

"y/n!"

your eyes immediately dart away from the entrance path and up behind you, watching your coach frantically flail her arms and nearly throw her clipboard at you.

"eyes on our boys!"

"'kay!" you lift an 'ok' sign and grumble under your breath, rolling your eyes as your teammates remain hooting and cheering by your side.

"you're looking at 99, huh?" your vice captain leans over and says, just loud enough for you to hear. "well, i would too, but he seems pretty occupied with you."

by instinct, you look up and witness him dart his attention back to the field, lined up and facing the team you were meant to be supporting. yet, out from the corner of your eye, you notice eric, the shortest member of your team, glare at you like you were his property. like you were his.

maybe now you were wondering if this is some ridiculous enemies to lovers thing that was going to happen between the two of you, but then the mere thought of him thinking he had the right to control who you looked at irked you more.

so all you did was to stare at 99 a little harder.

but before you could even catch his eye again, the game begins, and you're instinctively thrown into your routines. counting and yelling so your team knew what to do, making sure your teammates spotted for each other as they did their stunts.

not really paying attention to the game, but you were sure that 99 ran past and he could not take his eyes off you.

in your head, it could've been played out like a poetic, romantic beginning, wouldn't it? fleeting eyes and shy smiles under his helmet, maybe a quiet 'hello' or a timid touch on the hand.

you'd melt just by the very thought of that.

and yet that train of though is abruptly murdered by eric running straight up to you and slamming his palm down on your shoulder. your teammates are slightly taken aback, given that they know you hate each other, but eric leans into your ear, and even with his helmet on, you could smell the shitty body spray he used.

"ogle at 99 one more time and i make sure he gets off the field."

"what?" you shove him off yourself with your pompoms, frowning keenly at him. "that's playing dirty."

"and he's playing dirty by flirting with the cheer captain, no? i'm sure you wouldn't like it if one of your girls fucked one of them, would you?"

"sohn! what the hell are you doing there?!" the coach yells from some tens of metres away, throwing his hands up into the air and on the verge of hurling a whistle at him. "get your ass back here!"

eric grimaces, offering an embarrassed smile as he bows and lifts a hand in acknowledgement. when he turns back to you though, his smile disappears.

"i'll take 99 down if it means you stop being distracted."

"you'll get a yellow card."

"watch me," he steps back and adjusts his helmet.

and as the crowd dies down into the starting position, your team quietens as well.

eric is meant to be looking ahead, directly at the player in front of him, but you swear he was glaring straight at-

BEEP

the crowd erupts, a good amount of the audience standing up and clapping their inflatables against each other. random hoots and yells of the players' numbers swarm all around you. your teammates have been taught to continue cheering, though not in a routine, if they are playing on the field but for some reason, your heart is doing all the yelling instead.

luckily, 99's team seemed to be alot more agile (not to mention the fact that they had longer legs) and they make the score instead.

guest audiences erupt into loud hoots and claps and you can hear the coach yelling at your school's team.

99 turns to look at you, as if you were his girlfriend and he did nothing but conjure up all the butterflies in your stomach. out in the corner of your eye, you catch eric throwing a tiny tantrum by kicking into the grass, and you can't help the little scoff that escapes your nose.

throughout the entire game, the scores bounce back and forth. coaches and teammates were yelling at each other as if they were on opposing teams. the stench of body odour and sweat stark to stink up the atmosphere of the field.

the audience was getting restless.

the moon was high in the sky and had the area not been polluted with light, you would've been able to spot the stars.

but no, not when everyone was cheering on 99 as he dashed across the field with eric on his tail. you could hear the opposing team's benchies scream out a name.

jay.

and yours scream out eric to run faster. he might've been small, but he kept up the pace with 99 easily - the gap between them doesn't enlarge.

but suddenly, something clicks in eric. his feet speeds up in an instant and for a moment, it reminded you of the days he beat you on the track.

and that was in a once-in-a-blue-moon event.

if 99 made this goal, they'd win.

"jay! come on! don't let the fucking shorty get you!"

"come on, eric! run that ass! run it like your life depended on it!"

BEEP

and the crowd erupts into enormous cheering, some audience members and even your own teammates scream as they push past you onto the field. your vision and attention blacks out for a moment as eric rolls off 99 and throw his hands up into the air with triumph.

a sigh of relief heaves your chest unknowingly, and you can't help but break out into a smile when your teammates (the ones that aren't on the field making out with the rugby team, of course) throw their arms around you. their squeals automatically make you feel better, even if the winning goal was made by eric.

in the midst of all the celebration, however, you witness the stark contrast in your teammates' demeanour halfway through your group hug. before you could even say anything, one of them grabs your arm and turns you around.

99.

"hi."

you blink at his quiet greeting. his hair is wet from the sweat and it's stuck to his forehead, but he had such a gorgeous smile, you knew it was hard to resist.

someone rests a palm on your shoulder, only to shove you out of the stands and you stumble onto the grass, shooting a glare behind you at your teammate.

"i'm jay," he runs a hand through his hair and grins. he even holds out a hand, offering a handshake. but you're much too stunned to take it, so he clears his throat instead and keeps it under his helmet as he hugs it to his side. "i feel like i shouldn't be asking you this but do you have a boyfriend? i... the entire game- you were so hard to ignore."

he gulps, and you can see his adam's apple shift.

"you make it sound like that's my fault," you blurt.

"oh, my god," someone groans behind you.

"no! no, i didn't mean it that way. it's just... since you're not snogging someone out there, i just assumed you weren't... you know... taken. i just wanted to ask you if you were interested to go out on a date with me sometime."

"i-"

"she is!"

cockblock.

your eyes drift behind jay as he turns around, and to your dismay, eric's strutting up to the two of you with his helment shoved into sunwoo's arm as if he wasn't busy snogging with one of your girls.

"she's mine," eric smiles as he reaches over, resting an arm over your shoulder. with a deep frown in your forehead, you try to shrug him off, even attempting to shove him off you, but to no avail.

he keeps his palm tight on your shoulder, keeping you from shifting.

"ah," jay smiles with disappointment, and your heart drops at the thought of being taken away by this douche instead.

but jay is a professional and plays with sportsmanship, so he offers eric a hand instead. "great play, bud. sick catch up on the end."

"you bet it was," eric gleefully takes his hand and almost throws him away after 2 firm shakes. "anyway, a word?"

he turns to look at you, fringe stuck to his temples and brows.

"what?"

"a word. now."

you turn sharply to jay.

"i don't know who he is."

"she's joking. you know how girlfriends are," eric snickers as he pulls you away and in the direction of the field's exit.

"jay, i don't know who he is!" you turn and shout, but he could probably make out just about 1 word from your line with all the cheering at the back. it's disappointment all over when one of your girls seem to tell jay that you obviously do know eric, and by the time jay's lost interest, eric already had you at the exit near the shower room.

"what the fuck are you doing?" nearly screeching into his face, eric refuses to release your wrist. "eric! let go!"

with a sharp yank, you tear yourself away from him, and eric does not look happy when you do.

"what the fuck's wrong with you? you've won quarterfinals, so congratulations. why can't i win something?"

"what else is there for you to win? you've won every single time back when we raced."

"excuse me?!" you squint at him, disbelief drowning out your thoughts or any slither of logic in your nervous system. "you're doing this because you're pissed about something that happened 10 years ago?! my god!"

"you don't get it, do you?"

"what, are you gonna confess? because if you are, do me a favour and fuck off!"

with a restrained scream, you turn with your fists balled, your right foot stomping into the grass and headed back into the field.

eric though, had other plans.

his fingers wrap around your wrist first, warmth bursting up your warm in the midst of all that cold sweat from the temperature. then, he pulls you back into a harsh, and abrupt kiss as if he had planned it.

you resists first, fists balled against his chest and your eyes wide open. and yet, your body involuntarily relaxes when his palms drop to your waist where your bare skin was exposed, hot fingers tracing the lines where your cheerleading suit met your ribs and lower back.

instinct kills your pride and identity first - so you close your eyes.

then the feminine urge to reach up around his shoulders and neck and arch backwards overwhelms your thought process - and suddenly, eric isn't eric anymore.

he's just the hot jock on the school team.

his hold on your waist tightens as he starts to grip the flesh in your sides, your fingers digging up into his sweaty hair on the tips of your fingers. he smells like body spray and deodorant but it's the heat in the moment that ruins all your senses.

your hands grip into his uniform, pushing him backwards and into the shower room where the leftover plethora of body spray and deodorant was still hanging in the humid air.

he was already sweaty and your skin was sticky too, so it really didn't matter when the realisation of your writhing, hot bodies moved against each other against the tiles on the walls.

everybody was outside celebrating anyway, so who was going to hear eric's low grunts into your shoulder blades as he rails himself into you.

the thoughts swarm your head before it even happens.

you're not proud of it, but this is just a sip of a drug that you promise yourself you'll never have again.

eric lifts you onto the dressing table, hands already riding up your skirt and obviously completely forgetting that it had an attached pair of safety shorts. so your hands drag his hands up to your chest, resting his palms on your curves while you struggle to remove your shorts (or skirt).

his breath is heavy on your lips, and you're starting to smell the body odor off him under the uniform you're trying to strip off him. breaking the kiss only to remove your bodycon top, his fingers curl around the rim of your shorts and yank them from under your rear.

something tears, and your first instinct is to glare at him first.

but he grabs your face and messily slots his lips between yours, groaning into your tongue as if he wasn't the one shoving you backwards into the wall.

your arms calm on his shoulders where he finally removes his uniform, his palms haphazardly travelling down his own torso to pull his shirt off and undo his sports belt.

it's a shameful instinct when you part your legs, letting him press himself into you where your nerves explode all through your body upon the pressure.

your fingers begin to crawl up into his hair behind his head, gently tugging onto his sweaty locks as he dives into your neck with a hand beginning to play with you.

"fuck," you hiss into his ear, brows and jaw tilting upwards as he nips into your skin. your palms find his chest, hot and sweaty and your fingers dragging all over the curves of his skin. the bone where his shoulders are, his collarbones below his neck that was beginning to sweat, and the set of abs he had below his pecs.

but before you could go any lower, he grips your wrist and pulls back, the abrupt lack of physical contact tears you out of your lustful dream.

yet, he doesn't give you enough time to respond before he's pulled you off the table and runs his lips into yours again. blindly stumbling backwards, your knees hit the edge of the bench and he topples onto you, awkwardly trying to find a position where he wouldn't completely load his weight onto you. but he hoists you up with an arm and flips you off the bench instead, using a finger to push away your lingerie where your jaw slacks upon his finger plunging into you.

your fingers dig into the gaps between the wooden planks in the bench, and your head hangs low enough to watch him get on his knees.

for a moment, your eyes widen, surprised. but they flutter shut almost immediately when you feel the friction from his tongue on you, pushing the air out of your lungs as you jerk forward.

his arms hook your hips backwards into his face though, and your teeth sink into your tongue in a bid to silence yourself.

but you had expected eric to be experienced, and he probably knows girls love it when things come unexpected.

because his tongue disappears, and is soon replaced with himself prodding at you.

"if only you could see the way you look right now," he bends over and whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss into your shoulder as he slowly sinks in. his lowly groan runs chills down your spine, and your fingers curl around the edge of the bench for the umpteenth time.

your mind goes into static haywire as you feel your weight start to be pushed and pulled back with his fingers digging into your hips, eyes blurred and hearing muffled from the overwhelming sensation from within.

"that's it," he whispers into your shoulder blade, letting you whine and mewl under your breath. "what a good girl."

"shut- the fuck up- would you?" the thrusts cut you off between your words, and you've barely strung it together, honestly.

"when you're bent over for me like this?" he scoffs, panting through his sentence too. "don't think so."

and as he finishes his line, he goes harder, pushing you past the edge of the bench and pressing your chest into the wood instead. gentle yelps escape your mouth first before you choose to bite your own finger, and eric's in too much of his own daze and pleasure to do anything except slide his hand down your hip to rub you in circles.

your eyes are tightly shut when the friction pushes you into an alien zone of bliss, and your grip on the legs of the bench tighten. your legs turn uncomfortable, holding your weight up, so eric makes sure to hug your hips with one of his arms while still working his hands.

"good girl, are you gonna come for me?"

"fuck, i-"

"i know," his husky voice groans into your spine. your lips part and your eyes seal shut once more when he goes slower but harder.

he knows he's found it.

your fingers curl into the wood. your head is thrown forwards and the structure of your ponytail is long gone. your legs begin to give out under you as the shudders spread through your body, and eric releases you only because he knew he couldn't afford getting you pregnant, so he pulls you back up and turns you around.

shameful instinct.

you drop to your knees and let him slide himself into your mouth, abdomen still shuddering from the finish as he jerks himself off.

his load hits the back of your throat, and he groans so loud, it almost sounds like someone had taken a shit.

the embarrassment fills you like his load dripping down your throat, and he pulls himself out with half-hooded lids. you swallow whatever's left of your pride on your tongue, but eric finds the need to thumb a dab of his own cum in the corner of your mouth back between your lips.

"good girl," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "told you i'd get you to say my name."

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[ sohn eric ] ꕤ age of love

summary : twenty is the age of discovery, the age of new horizons, new decisions, and especially : new feelings. eric didn't expect that certain little attentions to make him fall in love with the person he least expects. especially when it comes to his pretty cute manager.

word count : 7.2> genre : one shot, fluff, slice of life, first love, friend to lovers warning : some angst, a little bit of anxiety

the start.

why did it happen?

when did it happen?

how did it happen?

why did eric start to feel those tingling in his fingers? when did those butterflies in his stomach appear? how can his heart beat so fast?

why he always feels like he's lost deep in your eyes, drowning in your words, melt under your fingers? when did this urge to have you in his arms, to taste your lips, to keep you close to him, did it appear? how did this desire to be yours come to?

maybe it was all his fault. maybe it was all your fault. maybe it was the fault of all the special attentions you gave him : dry away his tears, take care of him when he was sick, defend him against all odds... every moment spent with you made him fall a little more for you.

from the top of his twenty years, eric could finally discover all the novelties that were offered to him. and what he preferred was to discover love with you.

photographers.

being the manager of a group meant taking care of them, helping them, and defending them no matter what. but being the youngest of their managers also meant not being taken seriously by the more experienced ones : which means they think you should only take care of the small tasks like going for coffee or watching over the door so that no intruders come in.

each of the managers treated you as incompetent, some had been there for years, when you had only arrived a few months. but being there for a short time doesn't mean that you do not know how to do your job. it must have been eight in the morning when your phone rang in your pocket, as you calmly waited for the waitress to bring you your coffee. catching it between your thin fingers, you saw the name of manager kim appear on your screen. the latter was probably the most clumsy manager of your team, you had to keep coming back behind him to fix his mistakes. rolling your eyes before you picked up the call, you finally brought the phone to your ear : « what do you want manager kim? ».

a long sigh left his lips thanking you a thousand times for picking up the call, finally explaining to you the situation he was in. « i need you at the agency, i risk arriving late because my car doesn't seem to want to start. please, please, pl- », « yea fine. i'm going now. be careful and try not to arrive too late. » — he thanked you again several times as you hung up without letting him finish his sentence. you thanked the cashier for your coffee before leaving the shop, directing you with a quick step towards cre.ker.

you weren't far away from it, sipping your coffee while you were texting with sangyeon, who informed you that they were all waiting for you at the agency. you took the time to warn him about manager kim's delay, wanting to show them that you were not that incompetent.

but suddenly, arriving near the building, you saw a photographer hidden behind a tree. following the trajectory of his objective, you came face to face with the still slightly sleepy face of the youngest of the group : eric. trying to keep calm despite your blood boiling in your veins, you walked over to this person, you really don't understand how people can take pictures of people without their consent. throwing your cup in a trash can, before patting their shoulder to rotate them towards you : « yah, you shouldn't do that. » — the girl laughed at you, looking at you mockingly before turning back to her camera, finally speaking : « who the fuck do you think you are to telling me what to do? get lost, this is none of your business. »

a nervous laugh escaped your lips as you took your phone in your hands, sending a quick message to manager kim to tell him to hurry up. « tsk, on the contrary, it's totally my business when you go after my boy. i'm his manager. who do you think you are, to take pictures of him without him knowing? » — the girl looked at you again, raising an eyebrow before pushing your shoulder to take you away from her. you suddenly stuck your tongue against the inside of your cheek, taking a deep breath so you don't lose your cool. when you were on the verge of kicking his material, you saw manager kim's car arrive not to far away.

an idea suddenly crossed your mind, then placing your phone in front of your face, sliding on the camera. you patted once again that uneducated girl's shoulder, the latter pivoting one last time towards you, giving you the opportunity to take several photos of his face in perfect quality. « what the hell are you doing, you freak? » — she tried to grab your phone, almost throwing herself at you as you raised your arm to the sky, not giving her the opportunity to grad it. out of the corner of your eye, you saw manager kim walking towards you, under eric's attentive gaze.

« what? i do exactly like you. i take pictures without the consent of the person. a problem with that? i'm sure my superiors will be happy to add your face to the black list.. » — the girl was about to crush her hand against your cheek when manager kim's voice was heard. « y/n, is everything okay? », you nodded, without leaving the evil gaze of the sasaeng right in front of you. the latter hastened to retrieve her things and leave, just before eric joined you both as you explained the situation to manager kim, who seemed impressed by your professionalism. seeing eric coming towards you, you pivoted towards him, offering him your best smile.

« are you okay? » — a laugh escaped your lips as you both just said the exact same sentence, at the same time. eric felt his heart skip a beat, his sparkling eyes getting lost on your sunny face and your gorgeous smile. « yea i'm okay, don't worry about me. and you, are you okay? », a shiver ran through his spine as he felt your hand grab his, and he had the feeling that the tips of his ears began to redden too. he had the impression that the world had just cut off around him, just to make room for your two figures facing each other. eric's heart was beating like crazy, and it was the first time he realized how beautiful you were : how could he not have noticed before that bright smile and sparkling eyes that made up your sweet face? only god knew how he only had eyes for you.

he might get used to your soft hand in his, your fingers brushing his, your smile cradling his heart and his thoughts. eric could get used to it, to this closeness between you two, to the tingling in his fingers and these electric shocks with every physical contact with you. he could get used to having you always near him if it allowed him to feel over and over again those strange sensations and feelings that made his stomach turn in a good way.

« let's go inside, i don't want you to catch a cold. » — a smile took place on your face as eric nodded, letting your hand guide him inside the building. all this under the benevolent eyes of manager kim who thought it was high time to let you take care of more important tasks.

mess up everything.

walking in the corridors of the agency, a bag full of bubble tea in hand, your phone sticking to your ear, you greeted each of the colleagues you met politely. your hurried steps quickly guided you to the desired room, finding you now facing ten faces turned towards you. « bubble teas delivery ! » — your words made the members smile, who rushed to collect their order. but observing the faces of each of them, you quickly realized that the youngest was missing, his boundless energy and communicative smile not being in the room.

« where's eric? », with a sorry little smile, sangyeon pulled you further into the room, letting the others enjoy their well-deserved meal. « he, uh.. he kept getting the choreography wrong, so he must have been so frustrated that he left the room. juyeon told me he had taken refuge in their room. » — calmly you nodded, suddenly concerned with eric's emotional state. warning sangyeon that you were leaving to see how he was feeling, you say goodbye to the other members, telling them that you were coming back quickly because you had something to do. obviously they knew you were going to find eric.

after a race in the corridors, you were finally in front of the door, not hesitating a second more before knocking on it. you heard a sniffle through it, causing you to open the door immediately, your eyes falling on a curled up eric. closing the door behind you, you walked silently to the latter, squatting in front of him. « eric, are you okay? » — the question was stupid, but at least he raised his head to look at you. a tender smile took place on your lips as you slid your hands on his knees, caressing these in a reassuring way.

« what's happening? you can tell me anything, i'm here for you. » — your warm voice caused his heart to skip a beat. he suddenly felt his lips tremble and tears blur his vision, his breath hitched as he tried to hold back another sob. on your side, you felt your heart tighten because of this heartbreaking situation, and you didn't wait any longer to slip your arms around eric, hugging his trembling body against yours.

« i mess everything y/n, i am unable to do anything right. i keep making mistakes in the choreography, over and over and over again. i feel like i'll never make it, i'm a good-for-nothing, i wanna quit... » — to hear those words come out of his mouth was heartbreaking. eric who was always so positive, so energetic, always there to cheer people up and support everyone, looked so broken, so fragile and desperate in your arms. your warm hands were caressing his back in a comforting way, and you suddenly felt him move, his face now facing yours. his glossy eyes and the tip of his nose were red, his cheeks full of tears, he looked like a mess but he was still so wonderful in your eyes.

moving your hands up to his cheeks, your thumbs caressing his skin, brushing away his tears, you gave him the most comforting smile, despite some tears stinging your eyes. « you can't say that, you are not allowed to say that kind of thing about yourself, i forbid you. you are exceptional and extremely talented eric. today is just not your day, it happens sometimes, and it doesn't matter. so we're going to get out of this room, i'm going to take you back to the dorms, and you're going to take some rest. you need sleep, and you will see that it will be better tomorrow, okay? » — eric felt his heart pounding, your comforting words immediately immersing themselves in it. he was never going to forget this moment, he was never going to forget his shaking hands around you, your sparkling eyes in his, and your kind words just for him.

letting go of his face, you straightened up, now standing, reaching out your little hand to help him to stans up. his fingers caught yours, and when he found himself facing you again, you took the opportunity to let a last sentence escape your lips : « you are going to be fine eric, i promise. and i will always be with you to make sure about it. »

sick time.

after a run to the pharmacy, asking for the best medicine possible for a bad cold, you found yourself in the cold streets of seoul to join the boyz's dorm, which normally should still be deserted. after a call for help from sunwoo, it was agreed that eric, who according to him was burning with fever, that he had to get back from the training room as quickly as possible. looking at the time on your watch, a bag in your hand, you were hoping the younger was now warm under his blanket.

going through the front door, you came face to face with the tired figure of the youngest, his little eyes watching you without saying anything. « oh god, why aren't you warm in your bed yet? » — without giving him time to answer, you kicked off your shoes before approaching him, guiding the back of your hand to his forehead. your eyes opened wide when you noticed that indeed, his forehead was burning with fever. eric looked really tired, he looked lost and he didn't say anything. he, who was usually always energetic and always had something to say, was very calm and silent. « okay, let's go to your bedroom, you need a good soup, medicine, and rest. »

eric just nodded, listening to you intently and kindly obeying your words. outwardly he looked elsewhere, as if his mind was asleep, as if his body was acting on its own. but inside, everything was bubbling. not just because he was sick, but because you came to take care of him, at the risk of getting sick too. his heart was pounding as he settled down on his bed, his eyes following the slightest of your deeds and gestures in the most tender way. he noticed the way your delicate fingers took the blanket and put it on him, he noticed the way your eyes watched his slightly reddened cheeks, and above all, he noticed the way the corners of your lips stretched in the most tender smile that he has seen in his life.

when you left his bedroom to surely go to the kitchen, eric got lost in his thoughts. since when did he become so shy around you? since when does his heart beat so fast when you're with him? since when does he want to slip his arms around you, without having to let you go? and more importantly, since when had he wanted to mingle his lips with yours?

eric didn't understand what this strange feeling was. no, in fact he was lying. obviously he knew what it was, he knew what the tingling in his fingertips and flushed cheeks meant. he knew what his pounding heart and the butterflies in his stomach meant. he just didn't know why his feelings needed to develop for his manager. he thought your relationship was impossible.

eric was deep in his thought as you slowly opened the door, taking the time to admire the curves of his concentrated face. he was cute with his eyes lost in space and his lips in a pout, his pastel hair fell on his forehead warm as embers. you couldn't deny that eric was breathtakingly handsome. you wondered what feeling you would feel putting your cold hands against his warm cheeks. obviously, it wasn't right to imagine you have such closeness with him, but it was stronger than you. and after all, your little daydreams will end soon when you'll get back to your senses.

finally pushing the door all the way to get inside, eric's face swiveled towards you, a tray in yours hands. « express delivery for my sick boy ! » — eric felt his heart race when you used that possessive adjective for him, his cheeks blushing a little too much for his liking. for once he was glad he had a fever to the point that his cheeks were already red, this way you won't notice how quickly your words can reach his little heart. placing the tray on his lap, you sit by his side, he observed it silently, until he wince when he saw the two, three pills he had to take. hesitating a moment before taking a spoon between his fingers, dipping it into the bowl of hot soup, he finally brought a first bite to his lips. a slight smile took place on eric's mouth, the soup was absolutely delicious, and instantly warming his entire tired body. « you prepare this just for me..? » — you nodded positively as an answer, prompting him to finish eating quickly before the soup cools down.

while you waited for him to finish his meal so he could sleep, your phone vibrated in your pocket. grabbing it in your hands to see a message from sunwoo : a smile spread across your lips as you read this last one, asking for news about eric.

out of the corner of his eye, eric observed your face and the slightest of your reactions to your phone. he noticed your sweet smile, the glitter in your eyes, and your delicate fingers tapping mechanically on your screen. were you texting your potential boyfriend? did you smile like that while replying to his messages? was it jealousy, the feeling he was feeling right now? he didn't really know, but what he did know is that he wanted your full attention. rolling his eyes when he saw you smile even more in front of your screen, he dropped his spoon on the tray, catching your attention. raising an eyebrow at the pout on his lips, eric crossed his arms against his chest. « is your boyfriend who sending you messages? » — you suddenly felt the tips of your ears blush, shaking your hands in front of you. « oh god no no, i don't have a boyfriend. it's sunwoo, he just asks me how you feel. »

eric suddenly felt a sense of shame run through his muscles, at no time had he thought that the message could come from one of the members of his group. looking away to stare at his tray, a sigh left his lips : he really had to control his reactions. but that was before he felt your fingers against his skin, a shiver running through his spine at the touch. even if it was just to give him his pills, eric felt his heart speed up in his chest. would he one day stop having this kind of reaction to your every gesture?

after a moment of silence, his fingers brushing yours, and his pills swallowed, eric felt the effects of these appear. he felt dizzy, and his eyelids were heavy, he felt like he couldn't move too much. the tray placed on his night table, the subdued colors of his light garlands painting his face, he let the back of his head fall against the wall behind his bed. « you should sleep ba- eric. » — biting your lower lip, you were mentally punching yourself for almost using a pet name towards him. this scratch didn't escaped eric's attentive ears, who opened his eyes again to look at your face tenderly. in a burst of energy, eric got up to approach you, causing your heart to race to the same melody as his. lower down, his hand slipped into yours, intertwining your fingers together, and eric could feel them tremble against his own.

« can you say that again? » — his voice in a whisper made you shiver. no one could ever make you feel so much at the same time. no one could make your fingers tremble, make your whole body shiver, and make you blush as much as him. nobody ever made your heart vibrate like this. the tip of his nose suddenly brushing yours, and you could feel his breath crashing into your lips. avoiding as you could look at him in the eye, you end up repeating your previous words in an almost inaudible voice : « you should sleep eric.. ».

this situation was not correct, this atmosphere was not correct, this closeness between you two was not correct.

you shouldn't have your hand in eric's, his thumb gently caressing your skin. you shouldn't have his lips brushing yours, you shouldn't have your heart that goes crazy every time you're with him.

you shouldn’t feel like hugging him every time you see him, you shouldn't want to take care of him every second of the day. you shouldn't feel jealous every time someone flirts with him. you shouldn't want to take his hand in yours when you walk down the street, you shouldn't want to see him laugh or smile, or hear his voice right before sleeping.

it wasn't correct because you were his manager.

but why today, you couldn't come down to earth again?

« not that, honey. say it again without changing. » — his large free hand suddenly strocked your cheek, instantly cutting your breath as your eyes juggled between eric's chocolate orbs and his rosy lips. at that moment you completely forgot that he was sick, you completely forgot your manager title to focus on the fact that, you too, you were just a human with feelings after all. in a hesitant voice, feeling your heart speeding again, you end up repeating his little words which echoed in eric's ears : « you should sleep, baby. »

eric didn't hesitate a second more before completely narrowing the distance between your lips, kissing you tenderly. he had waited for this moment for so long that it all seemed better to him than in any of his dreams. tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, his hand did not leave its position so as to keep your face close to his. kissing eric was like a sweet dream, like fireworks. it was refreshing, warm, new. it was full of sensations, like you were on a roller coaster. it was like a dose of adrenaline. he suddenly dropped your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you against him, making you climb into his lap. your arms hooked themselves around his neck, leaving no chance for the distance to come between you. eric finally had everything he wanted in his arms, the person who made his heart beat like crazy into his lap.

when he finally pulled away, your fingers mingling with the strands of his hair, he took the time to observe your beautiful face. your eyes filled with stars, your lips slightly plump from your kisses, your hair falling over your face and your breath slightly irregular. he was sure you could hear his heart pounding in his chest, and he had no remorse to lean back to kiss you again. rambling until he kissed the bridge of your jaw, he hesitantly approached your ear, and even if deep down he was afraid that this moment would be the last, he took his courage in both hands to ask you for one, little, thing :

« you don't have a boyfriend, so.. would you like me to be yours? »

photoshoot.

and he was right. he was right because since that day he had not seen you again, you were totally ignoring him. even when you came to dance practices, or when you came to the dorms, you avoided talking to him or being alone with him as much as possible. eric could feel it, even if you tried to hide the pink of your cheeks when your eyes had the misfortune to meet his, even if you told him you weren't trying to avoid him, he felt it. he felt the many kilometers that had settled between you since that night.

today was a special day because the boys all had photoshoots for a pretty famous magazine, but unlike usual, you weren't there. let's not lie, eric secretly thought that would be the perfect opportunity for him to be alone with you, since you were often called upon to take care of sunwoo, haknyeon and him. but apparently not today.

sighing, staring at his own reflection in the mirror, dressed in his light blue suit, his hair of a red color offering a perfect contrast, the young man wondered how he could fix all this disaster and get you back to him, like before. deep in thought, he did not notice that one of the managers normally responsible of taking care of them today, was missing.

on your side, you were comfortably installed on your sofa, in front of « it's okay to not be okay » not missing a single second. but your peaceful afternoon was disturbed by the incessant ringing of your phone. stretching like a cat to catch it, without even taking the time to check who dared to bother you, you answered the call by bringing your phone to your ear : « hello? ». the bored tone of your voice could clearly be felt, when you heard the first words from manager kim. « y/n? i'm sorry to bother you but could you replace me today? i have like.. a last minute unforeseen event. » — you were about to yell at him, today was your day off and you couldn't believe you still had to do something for him.

« my wife is gonna give birth, i can't leave her alone and- », « yea fine, i understand. what is your schedule today? » — a long sigh left your lips as you turned off the TV, nonchalantly making your way to your room to get dressed. putting your phone on speakerphone so you can change at the same time, you listened intently to manager kim's tasks for today, but you suddenly stopped your every move. « ...the boys have their photoshoot today, i was responsible of sunwoo, haknyeon and eric in your place, but you will have to take care of them now... » — does that mean you're going to end up face to face with eric? you suddenly regretted picking up that call as you pulled on your pant, bringing your cell to your ear again. « right manager kim, i am going now. congratulations by the way. say hi to your wife. and good luck. », as he says goodbye to you, thanking you again, you finally hung up the call, sighing as you grabbed your car keys.

this afternoon may be very long now.

a surprised look took to the boys' faces when they suddenly saw you walk through the studio door, you greeted them with a big smile before approaching the other managers present, asking them what was manager kim's program.

eric feel his heart unhooking from his chest, observing your hurried but reluctant step. you looked gorgeous, your lightly made up eyes filled with studio lights, and your serious look watching the schedule. it was impossible for him to take his eyes off your figure, until he felt sunwoo's elbow hit his ribs. « your jaw will drop from your face if you keep looking at them like that. » — a rosy hue spread over his cheeks, as he looked down to the ground, trying to hide his shyness.

obviously sunwoo knew, he had guessed it. he noticed eric's shy gazes and your slightly rosy cheeks whenever he got a little too close to you. he noticed his hand brushing yours until it hooked your pinkies together, trying both good and bad to camouflage your physical contact. he had noticed how eric became quite calm and attentive when you spoke, him who was normally extremely loud and energetic. you treat them all extremely well, but people don't have to be blind to see that you treat eric with a special affection, and sunwoo had noticed it.

and he especially noticed how you avoided finding yourself near eric for a few days now. obviously he found it weird considering you were always glued to each other, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going on between you and eric, that made you build an invisible wall between the two of you. slowly leaning towards eric while keeping his gaze on your figure, he spoke in a whisper : « what happened? ».

a long sigh escaped the youngest's lips, who swayed from foot to foot, unable to find the right words to gently tell his best friend what happened between you and him. nibbling his lip nervously, eric finally began to speak, staring at you in the most tender and sorry way : « i don't know what got hold of me, but i kissed them. the situation got out of hand, and for a second, i forgot about my idol title and their manager title. i was just youngjae, and they were just y/n. i just feel myself and safe with them, like they are my home. i just need to be near them and all my negative thoughts fly away. but i guess i messed it up again. »

before sunwoo can answer anything, your voice called out to him, forcing him to leave his friend without being able to give his point of view on the current situation. sunwoo gave a sorry smile to eric who shook his head negatively, even making him hurry to join you.

inviting the young man to follow you, you walked with him to the dressing room, closely followed by the seamstresses who did a brief check-up with you both. explaining the theme of the shoot, they finally sneaked off to get the outfits planned for the photoshoot, leaving the both of you alone. sunwoo who took off his jacket before falling into the sofa, looked up at you, while you had your eyes glued to your tablet. « he loves you. » — his serious voice finally caught your attention, forcing you to glance at him before focusing again on whatever was on your screen.

« he truly do, y/n. » — a sigh escaped your lips as you tried hard to concentrate. « sunwoo, we don't need to talk about that now- » ; « on the contrary, it's now or never. you have become distant, it's impossible to speak with you these last days. ». he was right : your feelings worried you so much that you ended up pulling away from them, with the sole purpose of ignoring your growing feelings. you stressed to be with eric, as much as you stressed to be away from him. everything looked so complicated now that you didn't know how to act for everyone's interest and well-being.

sunwoo stood up slowly, approaching you by placing his delicate hands on your shoulders, making you lift your head to meet his gentle and benevolent face. he seemed to be the guardian angel placed on one of your shoulder, guiding you towards the good choices of your life. looking directly into his eyes adorned with pure attentions, you seemed to be overwhelmed by his words : « eric is a good person, undoubtedly one of the most beautiful person in this world. i know you mean a lot to him, try to give him a shoulder he can rest on without being afraid of falling. you are a human with feelings before being a manager, and behind his idol title, eric is simply a sensitive boy in love. don't leave him alone, because he will never let you down. »

your heart was pounding awfully in your chest, and you didn't have time to say anything that he walked away, smiling at the seamstresses who had just returned into the room. you didn't know what to think : did you really have the right to risk your job for some feelings? and if it was only temporary, did you really have to try? did you really like eric or did you just like how he made you feel? so many questions and so few answers that your heart and your conscience could give you. obviously, eric was worth it, he was worth even the most beautiful things in the world, but were you brave enough to risk everything for him? pushing theses thoughts out of your head momentarily, you concentrated yourself on your work again, dreading more and more the moment when you would have the misfortune of being alone with the boyz's youngest member.

eric had no energy for nothing, and despite the professionalism he demonstrated during his work, everyone could see he was concerned about something other than the photoshoot. on several occasions, the members took turns for staying with him, not wanting to leave him alone a single second. but eric seemed to be paying no attention to anything, staring at the ground with an empty expression.

inside his strong body, eric's heart ached. his eyes stung horrifibly, salty pearls threatening to run along his reddened cheeks, he questioned himself : could love make you feel bad too? he was still trying to learn what those feelings meant, trying to understand all these emotions that were consuming him little by little. but his biggest question was, what does it feel like to be loved in return by the person you love? did you get butterflies in your stomach and palpitations in your heart, like it was written in the books? do you feel fulfilled and happy? do you feel like you can touch the stars? do you feel like you can feel the heat of the sun inside you, even on rainy days?

the definition of love for eric was still very confused, but he assumed he had already touched it with the tips of his fingers near you. he could remember the warmth in his body every time he saw your smile, he could remember those moments lost in his thoughts he had when he listened to you talk about everything and nothing, he could remember the chills down his spine when your hand brushed his, he could remember his pounding heart when you were near him, he could remember the raging thoughts and those famous butterflies in his belly he had when your lips met his.

the image of you under the purple neon lights of his room, sitting far too close to him, your delicate and soft hand hanging on his, your eyes filled with stars, and the minty taste of your rosy lips, will forever remain engraved in his head. how could he forget that evening that slowly made him realize that he wanted you to be his? that he wanted to wake up in the morning with you by his side, to be able to kiss you whenever he wanted, and to look at you with the most loving eyes ever? how could he forget the incomparable effect you have on him? he absolutely could not. and it was at this precise moment, through his teary glassy eyes, that eric raised his head to come face to face with your shifty eyes.

he felt like his heart was tearing in two pieces, as if his legs were heavy and he lacked air to breathe properly. but he tried to cover it all up, even if he wanted to run very far from here, even if he wanted to cry to bring out all the pain he felt, he stayed upright and concentrated on his work, trying his best to ignore the fact that you were smiling at others, but not at him.

when eric stood in the middle of the set up, you were looking at him from a distance, hidden behind your form holder. he was radiant, serious, awesome and breathtakingly hot. he could have anyone at his feet, everyone could melt in front of his smile and his provocative gaze. no word better than perfect could qualify him. suddenly thinking back to the softness of his lips and his tender eyes on your face, you felt your cheeks flushed, your hands getting sweaty and your heart racing in your chest. how could he have the power to make you like this just by breathing? you were totally under his love spell.

but despite his bright smile and opaline skin, eric's eyes seemed empty of all emotions : which did not please you, especially since you knew very well that this blank stare was your fault. sighing as you put your tablet on the table next to you, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and a quiet breath brushed your cheek. you didn't have to turn around to know it was sunwoo, especially when he whispered close to your ear : « go get him, don't risk having him stolen by someone else. »

thinking about sunwoo's words that ricocheted in your head, you waited patiently for eric's turn to end. you end up concluding that you should act, because in the end, you didn't want to lose him. you didn't want to lose what he made you feel, although your feelings were still confused. eric awakened in you unknown emotions that you wanted to explore with him, and only him.

directing you beforehand in the rest room in which he was going to go, you patiently waited for the boy of your dreams to come, standing against the wall next to the door. lost very far in your thoughts, you stared at your feet, thinking of what you could say to him to excuse your behavior. obviously you didn't expect him to forgive you right away, it would be his right to take time to think about this whole situation, and you will accept a possible rejection. but you absolutely wanted those empty eyes to regain their former shine, and may that forced smile be filled with sincerity again.

a shiver ran through your spine when you heard footsteps approaching the room you were in, forcing you to raise your head to finally face eric's back, who had just entered the room, instantly getting rid of his jacket. hesitating a few seconds, you end up moving, pushing the door open with your fingertips, locking it so as not to be disturbed. the sound of the lock made eric react, who spun around to face you, raising an eyebrow with a questioning look. you let yourself fall against the door, not daring to look up at him, playing with the edge of your t-shirt due to your nascent nervousness.

but two big hands slipped over yours, fingers intertwining with yours to prevent any of your movement, and a smile painted your lips feeling the soft warmth of them against your skin. you finally looked up, resting your eyes on eric's face, who seemed hesitant in each of his actions. you felt your heart tighten in your chest : he had never been hesitant with you. « stop ignoring me. » — his cracked voice tearing you off yet another smile, shaking your head positively. you let go of one of his hands to tenderly caress his warm cheek, straightening up to bring your body a little closer to his. « stop being sad. », you say with a small voice. he nodded softly, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his arms, hugging you like tomorrow didn't exist. hanging your arms around his neck, he nestled his head in the crook of yours, and you started to think that his body heat was the sweetest heat you've ever known. with eric, you had the impression of being in a warm cocoon of love, as if you were at home.

eric was like your home in the end : you knew you could confide to him on anything and everything, and that he would never judge you. you knew you could cry next to him and he would always dry your tears away. you knew if everything seemed black and empty to you, he would always be there to cheer you up and make you smile. you knew that if you fell to the bottom of a well, he would be the first to jump in to come and save you. eric was perfect, but he was mostly perfect for you.

gently stroking the back of his head, mingling your fingers with the perfectly groomed strands of his hair, you whispered close to his ear : « i missed you eric, i missed every part of you. your smile, your eyes, your hands, your lips, your voice.. everything. time goes slowly when i'm away from you, my life is gloomy. i realized that i needed you.. » — you gently pull away from his neck, placing your face in front of his, brushing the tip of his nose with yours. your eyes juggled between his chocolate orbs and his rosy lips, nervously biting your bottom lip, as he pushed your body against the wall, blocking you between it and his own body. sliding your hand against eric's cheek, your index finger gently invited itself to his lips, innocently tracing the curve of his mouth. « i need the warmth of your arms, your big hand in mine, your sweet and comforting words, your loving and tender eyes. i need your kisses, i need your tender kisses after an exhausting day, i need your feverish kisses under the sheets of your bed, i need your passionate kisses when you tell me you love me.. so if your proposal is still relevant.. » — your sparkling doe eyes found his again, your hearts beating way too fast in your chests.

eric felt his legs shake : the moment he had been waiting for weeks now was finally happening. the girl who kept messing up with his heart, finally opened to him. « yes, i want you to be my boyfriend, youngjae. » — your honeyed voice made him fall under your spell, his heart threatening to escape from his chest at this exact moment. and he felt them again, those tingling in his fingertips, these butterflies in the belly, this heat in his backyard, everything was there thanks to you. he didn't wait any longer to lean towards you, tenderly placing his lips against yours, kissing you more confidently than the last time.

you had the impression of melting under his kisses, bewitched by the emerging emotion in the pit of your belly. everything was like in the books : the new feelings that rallied to love were present. eric didn't seem to be able to let go of you, his fingers clinging to your hips and his lips becoming intoxicated with yours. he finally discovered what love was with a big L was. he was happy, fulfilled, everything was perfect and nothing could have disturbed his happiness, except the suddenly incessant banging on the door. on the other side, the screams of some boys were heard, forcing you to part away your mouths from each other. staring in one another eyes for a long time, your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed and eric's hair slightly disheveled, a satisfied smile painted your faces.

« i love you, y/n. please, help me find out what love is. »

« i love you, eric. let's discover love and all its benefits together. »

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wedding fun

pairing: dom!eric, dom!sunwoo x sub! reader (no gender specified but has a vagina)

word count: 2.7k

synopsis: it’s Changmin’s sister’s wedding and his younger sibling gets super drunk and loses their virginity to Eric and Sunwoo

a/n: please send in requests!

y/s/n = your sister’s name

pt. 2

masterlist + requests

Tears were welling up as you saw your beautiful sister walk down the aisle, holding onto your dad’s arm. She looked absolutely stunning with her dark hair in a fancy updo and the silver makeup shimmering on her face. Her eyelids were painted a lovely purple and the exact same color could also be found on all the bridesmaids’ dresses. After all, it was her favorite color.

Y/s/n took the hands of her very-soon-to-be-husband and looked him deep in the eyes. Everyone in the room could see the love these two had for each other. You were wondering whether you would ever be able to find this kind of love in your life. This far you had been unsuccessful and being alone scared you. But being an idol also made having a significant other very difficult so you love would not be an option for a long time.

Immersed in your own thoughts, you were taken by surprise when you heard “I do’’ already coming out of your sisters mouth.

“And do you, Kim Hanseob, take y/s/n as your beloved wife and promise to stay by her side until death do you part?’’ The room was filled with anticipation as everyone waited for him to answer. You swore to god if he didn’t say yes you’d haunt him down and make sure to kick him there where it really - “I do,” he said and before the priest could continue he had already cupped your sister’s face and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

You could feel tears running down your cheeks and tried to wipe them away. Your eyes met your brother's, Changmin, who also appeared to be crying and he flashed you a big smile. You grinned back.

Then your gaze fell onto your fellow members who were applauding loudly and cheering. Both your and Changmin's group were invited to sing later. That's why Changmin was sitting with his ten friends/co-workers/members in the audience and, on top of that, six girls were waiting for you there as well. You stood up there in your purple dress near your sister as you had the honor of being the bridesmaid (ever since you were little you had made it very clear that that position would be yours and threatened your sister with various horrifying scenarios in case she chose someone else).

After everyone gave heartbreaking speeches, it was time to dance and get wasted. At least that was what seemed to be planned for you. During your sister’s speech, she told everyone to get you drunk. Apparently that was her biggest wish for the night and only after that could she truly be happily married. You had turned twenty not even two months ago (Korean age) and are now a legal adult who could do adult things like drinking. The first glass was handed to you by Changmin who would not answer what kind of liquor it was and maybe half an hour later you felt quite tipsy.

Y/s/n had requested you to sing ‘Always By Your Side’ (her favorite b-side of your group) so that’s what your group performed. After that The Boyz sang ‘Break Your Rules’ and, surprisingly, Changmin’s friend Sunwoo seemed to be the most into it. Maybe it was the alcohol but you couldn’t stop staring at his luscious lips and pretty smile. His positive energy spread like a virus and the corners of your mouth wouldn’t go down.

Just as you had finished your seventh glass, another one was held right in your face.

“Having fun?” Eric teased you as you took a couple of big sips and smiled contentedly. You had never realized how beautiful this man was. His sharp jawline and divinely carved nose seemed to catch your attention. Gosh, has he always been this attractive? Noticing the slight blush on your cheeks, Eric smirked at you.

You danced a little bit together and just jammed out to the music. You tried not to look at him in fear you might not be able to take your eyes off of him. You had always sworn that Changmin’s friends were off limits. Especially his members. But it wasn’t your fault that he had decided to look so damn fine in his suit today.

Suddenly someone tapped you on your shoulder and when you turned around you saw a fine as hell looking Sunwoo smiling brightly at you two. He was holding a tray with shots and handed them to you. Y’all linked arms and downed the liquor. Since you've had multiple glasses already, you didn’t even really feel the burn in your throat anymore.

You did silly dances like the floss or copied the point dance of ‘Shine’ by Pentagon. Then the music took a different direction and suddenly ‘Whiplash’ by NCT127 was blasting through the speakers. Now you had to adjust your dancing accordingly. Eric and Sunwoo came a lot closer and you could feel their breaths on your face and neck. Not really caring anymore you gave in and moved your body to the rhythm. One of the boys was grinding from the front and one from the back and you could feel something hard poking you from both sides. You ground your body on the two boys and were enjoying how their breathing became heavier and heavier.

Only as Sunwoo started placing wet kisses on your neck did you become aware of your surroundings again. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was staring but the rest seemed to be equally as drunk and immersed in their own stuff. Changmin was having a dance contest with one of your members and Kevin was twerking on the side.

You let out a moan as Eric sucked a hickey on your collar bone. Not wanting them to stop but also being kind of embarrassed at being in a public space, it took you all of your restraint to groan out a “we shouldn’t be doing this here.”

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” wasn’t necessarily the response you had expected. The suggestion had come from Eric who was now caressing your sides while coming dangerously close to your chest. At this point Sunwoo was humping your butt from behind. Your panties were soaked and you were rubbing your legs. Your whole body was screaming to say yes and leave with these two sexy men.

“I know a perfect place here where we can take good care of you. Do you want us to spoil you, baby? We can make you feel so good. You’ll be screaming our names all night. Do you want that?” Sunwoo whispered into your ear. At this proposition you nodded eagerly and the alcohol in your system made your head spin. The triumph was visible in Eric’s face and he took you by your hand and led you away.

As soon as the door to the hall closed, Sunwoo spun you around and crashed his lips onto yours. Your inexperience was overpowered by your intoxicated state of mind. The alcohol seemed to take over and your mouth and tongue moved on their own.

“As much as I would like to join you, we need to go quickly before someone sees us,” Eric urged you and you parted in dismay. The venue your sister had rented for the wedding was huge and you found yourself locked in a room on the fourth floor, far far away from the rest (most importantly from Changmin).

The beautiful purple dress was now lying somewhere in a corner (but you made sure they took it off carefully) and your bra was nowhere in sight. Pressed against the wall both of your nipples were being taken care of by the two boys. Someone was biting, someone was licking and it all felt like heaven. Sunwoo’s thigh in between your legs prevented you from rubbing your legs together but you still got a good amount of friction and rubbed yourself on his muscle.

“Who knew that y/n could be so horny? My leg is completely wet from your pussy.”

“Then take your pants off,” you contered, not knowing what exactly came over you. Sunwoo, as well as Eric, wasted no time in discarding their pants and underwear and left you staring at the two most beautiful dicks you had ever seen. And also the first ones. You didn’t move, not really knowing what to do. They must have noticed too as they each took your hand and led it to their cocks. They slowly guided your hands up and down their shafts. After a while they let go and you rubbed a bit quicker, enjoying the effect you had on them.

The logical next step was to suck so you knelt down. First, you let your tongue taste Sunwoo’s tip and he let out a heavy sigh. Feeling more confident, you started by licking up his shaft before wrapping your mouth around the head. It was big and tasted a bit salty but it felt so good knowing that you were bringing pleasure to this pretty boy.

“Baby, do you want to taste me too?” asked Eric and you switched. Now you were sucking Eric’s length and stroking Sunwoo. Eric let out small moans and grabbed your hair tightly. You looked up at him and admired his physique (you hadn’t noticed that they had taken off their shirts).

They took turns using your mouth and even started gently thrusting and you were a bit overwhelmed with how thick they were. Eric’s pumps were getting quicker but suddenly pulled out. Did you do something wrong?

“Fuck, y/n! You’re going to make me come already. We haven’t even shown you the real thing.” Sunwoo helped you stand up and then pulled your panties down. He picked you up and lay you down on the bed. Before you could register anything happening, you suddenly felt something very wet connecting with your heat. Sunwoo had licked a strip up your pussy. Your body arched as he sucked on your clit, the sensation feeling overwhelming.

“Look how sensitive y/n is. I wonder how our baby will react when we put our dicks inside.”

“I’m a virgin!” you suddenly blurt out. You weren’t sure why you told them but it probably wasn’t wrong to let them know.

“That’s okay, baby,” Eric responded while Sunwoo began fucking you with his tongue, “We’ll take good care of you.”

Sunwoo moved to the side and Eric took his place in between your thighs. He then planted a big kiss on your lips as he pushed one finger inside. The sensation felt a bit foreign. Of course you had fingered yourself before but having someone else do it was very different. Instead of going super fast like you had expected, he took his time. It was easy to adjust and soon you felt another finger at your entrance.

Your pussy took the second digit in as well but this time the discomfort was more noticeable. Apparently it was also visible on your face because Sunwoo began exchanging wet kisses with you and massaged your nipples as a distraction. He mumbled soft praises against your mouth, telling you how good you were being.

“I think y/n is ready,” Eric said after a while. You had been approaching your climax and felt a bit disappointed.

“You do have condoms, right?” you asked a bit panicked, remembering that you were not on the pill. Sunwoo stood up and picked out condoms from their pants. He held them up while smirking at you. Seems like they came prepared.

Once you felt more comfortable, you gave him a nod and he started moving. Sunwoo began very slowly but as you started showing signs of pleasure he increased his speed. He was placing hickeys all over your collarbone and neck and you were tugging at his hair. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see Eric watching you while stroking himself, patiently waiting for his turn. Slowly Sunwoo’s breaths and thrusts started becoming sloppier and then, while moaning out your name, he came hard in his condom.

Sunwoo rolled the condom over his hard penis and aligned himself at your entrance. He stroked your face.

“You have nothing to worry about. Try to relax.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile as if to tell him that you were going to be just fine. He kissed you deeply as he pushed in. The sensation felt overwhelming so you grabbed onto Sunwoo’s arms. He held still while trying to distract you with kisses.

He was trying to catch his breath but Eric left him no time and pushed him aside. Without any hesitation, he shoved his dick right into you and began pumping. He started with an already high speed so you felt quite a strong sensation from the start. He held you by your hips and kept a fast pace. Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure as he was fucking you hard. It didn’t hurt, it was like waves of pleasure were running over you. Since he had already jerked off when Sunwoo had had his turn, he didn’t last as long as the other boy did.

“Can I come on you?” he asked you as he picked up the speed even more. Barely being able to respond you slightly nodded and he suddenly pulled out. He took off the condom, stroked his throbbing length a few times and then shot his load all over your body. Some landed on your belly, some on your tits and some even on your face. Eric let out stuttering groans as he unloaded his cum onto you. Thinking you were done, you tried to get up but was quickly pushed back down onto the mattress.

“You didn’t come yet,” Eric stated matter-of-factly. He lowered his face to your heat and started lapping. You felt very sensitive and gasped in surprise when you felt Sunwoo playing with your clit. Damn, these boys definitely knew what they were doing. Like this, you came closer and closer to your high. At this point you were sure that you were screaming a lot but didn’t know whether anyone could comprehend your words. Feeling that you were almost there, Sunwoo and Eric picked up their pace and, not long after, your eyes rolled back into your head and darkness took over.

Your orgasm was very intense and wet. After your body had finished, you felt very weak and exhausted but satisfied. Not really being able to open your eyes again you just lay there. You barely noticed the boys cleaning you up before sleep overtook you.

You woke up feeling extremely sore in between your legs. Opening your eyes was tough but when you did you wished you hadn’t. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. First of all, you were completely naked and so were the two boys next to you. Even worse was that these were your brother’s members, the only people you had sworn to avoid any romantic (let alone sexual) contact with. Your head was also hurting and you felt like throwing up. So this is what alcohol did to you.

Sunwoo and Eric seemed to be still sleeping so you just quickly dressed yourself and ran out of the room. How do you even deal with this kind of situation? Now you had to avoid Sunwoo and Eric for the rest of your life and also had to keep a big secret from Changmin. If he ever found out you’d be dead but what would happen to the two guys who had fucked you seemed to be an even worse fate. You felt kind of dirty having been used by two men but at the same time it had felt so good. You even came and that amount of pleasure was something you had never felt before. Sadly, this kind of scenario could only ever happen again in your dreams.

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deobienthusiast · 3 years

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patty, patty

• pairing: kim sunwoo (the boyz) x reader

• word count: 1,282 words

• genre: established relationship, fluff, comedy

• rating: G

• warnings: sunwoo being a cute tease

• notes: arent we all whipped for this sweet sweet boy??? i’ve yet to meet someone who isn’t, so don’t talk to me if you aren’t☺️

• requested: yes | no by anon

Days with your boyfriend, Sunwoo were quite rare. His job kept him away for days, weeks, sometimes months on end. When he had free time, he always made sure to spend it with you. You two hadn’t been together long, but you were beginning to pick up on some of his mannerisms. For instance, his constant habit of patting your head.

You’re not sure when it happened. Sunwoo isn’t someone who shows his emotions that much. You could tell in the early stages of the relationship. This being both of yours first relationships, you two were still learning things. Learning things about yourselves and about each other. For instance, Sunwoo was still trying to figure out your favorite color. You were still trying to figure out why Sunwoo wouldn’t admit that Eric was his best friend despite all the signs pointing in that direction (quite frankly you thought he was just being mean to the poor boy).

Sunwoo wasn’t big on PDA or over the top gestures. That’s when you realized the head pats were his form of PDA. You couldn’t get a peck on the cheek out of him, but rather a gentle pat to the head with his hand. He always gave you head pats. Sunwoo even said the cutest thing ever when he patted your head.

“Patty, patty.” Sunwoo whispered as he entered your apartment, patting your head.

Your roommate was gone for the weekend, leaving you to yourself. This proved to be the perfect opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend. Sunwoo smiled as you spoke.

“Busy week, Woo?” You asked him, noticing the tiredness in his eyes.

He shrugged. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Frowning, you spoke again. “You could’ve stayed at the dorm. I don’t want to be a bother.”

Sunwoo’s big brown eyes doubled in size as he shook his head. “No! You’re not. I wanted to come here and spend time with you. You also gave me a break from Eric.”

His statement made you snicker as his smile reappeared, bringing his hand up to pat your head again.

“You love Eric.” You said, turning to head towards your living room.

Your boyfriend followed in stride as he mumbled. “Don’t tell anyone that.”

Smiling to yourself, you plopped onto the couch. Sunwoo sat down next to you, leaving a respectful amount of space between the two of you. You both were still close, but not on top of each other. Turning a movie you both like on, Sunwoo looked over at you. He wouldn't admit because it would make him seem like a creep, but he liked to just watch you. This helped him pick up on your mannerisms, like the way you bit your lip when focusing on something. The way your eyebrows furrowed when you were listening to someone talk to you. How the corners of your mouth would twitch each time you got ready to smile.

You didn’t realize it, but Sunwoo did. His head pats weren’t warranted for no reason. He loves those little things you unconsciously did, and his head pats were ways of telling you that. It was always when he greeted you, or you finished a conversation. When you both finished a project together, like not ruining the kitchen when baking muffins. Or when painting your room a new color didn’t turn into a paint war because with Sunwoo, that’s inevitable.

As if feeling Sunwoo’s eyes on you, you giggled. “Can I help you Woo?”

His head shot forward as he went back to watching the movie. This time it was your turn to stare. Now, the cliché saying nobody is perfect was always thrown around, but come on, Sunwoo had to be, if not close to perfection. He had large, brown doe-like eyes and full pink lips. He had quite the sharp jawline and the cutest nose. His deep black hair fell softly upon his head, and just as softly as it fell, it felt just as soft. His skin was the perfect golden tan, and he was built like a greek god. In your eyes, Sunwoo was perfect. To each other, you both were perfect.

As the movie went on, Sunwoo started to get antsy. From his leg constantly tapping to finding a more comfortable position on the couch. You wondered how much longer he’d continue on before finally just reaching for his hand. Sunwoo froze as he looked over at you. You were looking at your conjoined hands before feeling a pat on your head.

“Y-you, you’re holding my hand.” Sunwoo said.

“You were moving too much. I thought it would help you focus.” You whispered.

Sunwoo’s eyes drifted to your intertwined fingers as he smiled slightly. “Your hand is warm.”

Laughing, you smiled. “So is yours.”

Sunwoo quickly let go of your hand to kiss his own, as you gave him a confused look.

“Sunwoo, you kissed your own hand.” You said.

The boy nodded as he patted your head. “Now I kissed your forehead.”

The action made you break into a smile as Sunwoo grinned. “Smooth, Woo. Real smooth.”

He chuckled as he brought his hand back down to wrap around yours. The two of you finished the movie you were watching with no more interruptions besides Sunwoo letting go of your hand every so often to give you “forehead kisses”. As the movie wrapped up, you went to stand, but Sunwoo’s grip on your hand made it hard.

“Sunwoo, I want to change the movie.” You said softly.

“I’ll change it,” He countered, making you raise a brow. “As long as you come with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled. “Okay.”

Sunwoo let go of your hand quickly to pat your head once more before gripping your hand in his again. He walked the both of you over to the movie stand as his free hand skimmed the movies. Each title appeared and disappeared with each swipe of his fingers across the spines of the cases before he stopped on one. Pulling it out, he smiled.

“Beauty and The Beast, really?” You asked him.

A pout grew on his full lips. “It’s the live action one.”

Sunwoo’s eyes turned into puppy dog eyes as you giggled. “Fine. We can watch it.”

He let go of your hand to cheer silently prompting you to pat his head. The gesture made him stop, making you think you did something wrong.

“Did you just pat my head?” He asked.

You nodded slowly. “You do it to me all the time. I thought I’d return the favor.”

A large smile grew on Sunwoo’s face as he pulled you in for a hug without thinking. Your face grew hot at the sudden contact. Sunwoo never initiated any form of contact besides his head pats, so this was new territory. His arms tightened around you before he realized what he was doing.

“A-am I hugging you?” Sunwoo asked.

You nodded, laying a kiss on his clothes chest before wrapping your own arms around his torso, pulling him even closer.

“Can I be honest?” You asked, making him him with a gulp.

“I prefer your hugs to your head pats, Sunwoo!” You told the boy as his hold tightened some more.

You were met with silence before feeling what felt like a cloud land on the top of your head. Instead of a forehead pat, Sunwoo gave you an actual kiss on the forehead, making both your cheeks burn.

“You prefer the hugs, I prefer the kisses.” Sunwoo whispered with a red hue decorating his face.

Giggling, you looked at him. “I guess you should start saying ‘kiss, kiss’ now, huh?”

Sunwoo smiled. “I still like patty, patty better.”

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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Bloom, Bloom, Pow! |1| - CHANGMIN

Happy Valentine’s Day!!!! Please enjoy the first half of nearly 17k of pining for the boy I would be pining for if he was in my life <3

Special thanks to @wingkkun for helping me come up with several parts of this story!! I don’t know how you deal with me, Kai, but I really appreciate it <3

(Suggested playlist: Bloom Bloom, DDD, and Just U by The Boyz :D)

Pairing: Changmin x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint, university!au

Triggers: cursing, alcohol

Word Count: 9.4k

Dancing with you, Changmin feels like flowers are blooming in his heart.

Part 1 | Part 2

TBZ Masterlist | Interwoven

~ you

It starts like this.

Ji Changmin is notorious for his dancing, not because he’s bad at it (he’s arguably one of the best students in the dance department), but for his habit of moonwalking through the university halls. Headphones stuck in his ears, phone in hand, he twists and twirls around campus, eyes closed in concentration or fixed on some faraway point in space, lost in the realm of his music.

And the strangest thing is, he never bumps into a single person.

Oh, he might brush against an arm or two. His fingertips might graze a shoulder with a butterfly’s touch, his feet just barely skimming over another’s shoes. But crashing into someone? Knocking into a wall? Never.

It’s fun to see, really, when you cross paths with him or when he shows up on the school Snapchat story. Even though you only know Changmin by name (Kevin talks to him, but you haven’t had the pleasure), there’s something endlessly graceful and fascinating about the way he moves, slipping through the crowded halls with the cheerful air of someone who doesn’t care about what other people around them think.

It starts with an impulse, just something to lighten up your mood. You’re walking to one of your least favorite classes (look, writing might be fun, but certainly not the way your professor teaches it) when Changmin’s bright orange mop of hair appears ahead. A slight smile creeps up your face as he comes closer, an unstoppable force parting the crowded sea of students.

An idea pops into your mind.

Trip him up.

Briefly, you question yourself. Why?

Like that meme, your brain supplies a concise answer. You gotta.

You’re grinning, moving before your mind can even process what your body has decided to do. Stepping awkwardly around a couple of other students, you place yourself right in Changmin’s path.

He twists.

You turn.

He lurches.

You step.

He flashes you a confused look, his usual faraway gaze replaced with something bemused and even slightly annoyed. For a second, you feel a flash of uncertainty – what if he doesn’t see this as the joke you mean it to be? After all, you don’t even know each other. How is he going to take this?

But he must see the teasing smile on your face and the glint in your gaze because his eyes sparkle, lips stretching wide into the brightest grin you’ve ever seen him wear. His moves take on an exaggerated cadence, arms stretching widely, legs smoothly twisting around your much less graceful feet as he twirls, just avoiding your flailing hands jokingly trying to stop him.

Changmin wins, of course. Your mediocre attempts at obstruction are nothing against his skill. As he slips away, he flashes you a smirk of farewell, leaving you with only the memory of a bright smile, graceful limbs, and an awkward dance.

You expect it to be a one-time thing. It’s so stupid when you think about it later – what the hell possessed you to do that, anyway? You’re cringing just thinking about it – so there’s no way, you tell yourself, no way that Changmin would bother to acknowledge your presence again. When you walk down the same hall a few days later and see a bright orange head of hair artfully bobbing in your direction, you just smile a bit at the residual memories.

But Changmin catches your eye, his gaze brightening when it meets yours. As the curve of his lips widens, one graceful finger twitches slightly in a tiny gesture – get over here. His eyes glint – try me.

A grin spreads across your face as you step closer. Why not?

And so, again, you dance.

. . . . .

~ changmin

Changmin doesn’t really know what makes you so special. He doesn’t know why he indulges your twists and turns, weaving in and out of your awkwardly stepping feet on the way to class. He doesn’t know why he didn’t just give you a weird look the first day you stepped into his path, avoided you as best he could and walked away.

But that would’ve erased the smile on your face, he reasons, thinking back to the memories. It would’ve extinguished the sparkle in your eye, muted the brightness of your expression into something far less brilliant. And despite the fact that Changmin barely knows who you are, has only a vague recollection of your name from when someone once called to you down the hall, in that moment, he subconsciously knew that there was nothing he would willingly do to dim your sparkle. Not a sparkle of beauty, necessarily, or of mere physical loveliness. No, in your smile, there’s something deeper, something brilliantly incandescent that strikes right into Changmin’s heart.

Other people think it’s stupid. Younghoon, for example, wonders if he’s gone absolutely nuts the first time he witnesses the dance (well, Changmin calls it a dance – Younghoon says it looks more like a cult ritual). “What the fuck was that?” he asks after you walk off, raising an extremely confused eyebrow.

Changmin just shrugs, watching your figure disappear down the hall before slipping back into his usual moonwalk. “I don’t know,” he replies honestly. “We just do it.”

“You’re so weird,” Younghoon mutters, shaking his head slightly. “Do you even know their name?”

Again, he shrugs. “Y/N, I think?”

Younghoon chokes. “You think?”

If Changmin thinks about it, it is kind of stupid. You stepped into his path in a crowded hallway and proceeded to try and trip him up, all while wearing a huge grin on your face (that Changmin thinks is beautiful, but he won’t dig into that just yet). Changmin, instead of trying to get away, decided to indulge your fun. You’ve never exchanged a single spoken word – he isn’t even sure you know his name, though he can’t really say anything because he isn’t sure he knows yours – and you’ve rarely interacted, even nonverbally, beyond a few smiles and the little confrontation that happens every Monday and Wednesday at approximately two-ten in the afternoon when the two of you walk down the same hall.

But it doesn’t feel stupid, not in the moment. It feels right, somehow, grinning as widely as his lips will allow while you try to step all over his toes. You never manage to trip him, not in those few seconds of dance, but Changmin appreciates the effort and laughs along with you, exaggerating his movements and pretending to almost fall, just to see the smile on your face grow wider.

So the stares don’t matter, not to Changmin. He can stomach the strange glances, the hidden smirks, the subtly raised phones trying to catch the scene for the school Snapchat story (anyway, if it bothers him enough, he can terrify Jaehyun into deleting it). He can shrug off Younghoon standing like a silent tree nearby, stuffing his face with bread and praying no one associates him with his squirrelly best friend, because seeing your brilliant smiles and hearing your stifled laughs are more than enough to get him through the rest of the day.

“You never smile that widely around me,” Younghoon remarks one day, “and I’m your best friend.”

Changmin just shrugs as he flashes you one last grin over the sea of students in the hall, turning back to face his friend. “Well,” he says, purposely trying to be infuriating, “there’s a reason for that.”

Younghoon whines, of course, pouting his lips in the way that wins him so many admirers around the school, but Changmin ignores it in favor of thinking about your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle and your limbs fly in your attempts to throw him off his balance.

Yes, he thinks, there’s a reason.

The reason is that your smile is more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen.

. . . . .

~ eric

Eric considers himself pretty well-versed when it comes to feelings. He’s fallen in love a lot, even with people he often doesn’t even know too well. Something just always pulls him in – a particular smile, a mischievous glint of the eye, the way they tap their pencil against their chin when deep in thought. He falls easily, quickly, and a little too hard, and as a result, he can recognize the look in his own eyes (and in others’, too) when he’s fallen head over heels for someone lovely.

He doesn’t have too many problems shooting his shot, either, which is nice. Sunwoo’s told Eric several times that he’s jealous of the way he can walk up to someone so easily and go, “Hey, I want to get to know you a little better – mind if I take you on a date?” To Eric, though, it’s just part of the process. He gets nervous, no doubt, but more often than not, if he’s courteous, he’ll at least meet a new friend, even if the feelings don’t end up being reciprocated.

When Eric slams into you on his board one day – what the fuck were you doing, anyway? Trying to trip up that wide-eyed kid with the dimples? Though to be fair, he shouldn’t be skateboarding in the halls – the first thing he notices is your pretty smile, the embarrassed grin you give him as he apologizes profusely, extending a hand to help you up. His heart thumps once.

True to himself, Eric’s ready to drop a flirty pickup line, make you laugh a little, and ask if he can get you a coffee or something to make up for the trouble. The words are forming on his lips, just about to burst from his throat when he feels a laser gaze glaring holes into his back.

Against his better judgement, Eric looks back slightly. The doe-eyed boy you were, what – interacting with? Dancing with? He needs to go over that scene in his head again – is staring back with so much concentration it looks like he wants to tear out Eric’s entire soul.

You drop Eric’s hand and he looks back, startled by the sudden lack of touch. “Don’t worry, really – I’m not hurt. Thanks for helping me up,” you say.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Your voice.

If Eric’s heart wasn’t already fluttering over your smile, it’s certainly fluttering now over your voice. God, it makes Eric want to just be your friend, at the very least. There’s a perfect mixture of warmth, gentility, and kindness in your tone, sprinkled with something so very sweet that soothes his ears.

Hell.

But by contrast, your smile is distant, like you’re thinking of something beyond the moment. Eric takes the current brief silence to look where your eyes flit off to, trying to see who you’re fixated on.

The doe-eyed boy is walking away, shifting gracefully through the group of students currently converging on the path. Your gaze follows his disappearing figure, something longing and endlessly lovely in your expression.

Ah, Eric realizes, heart sinking slightly. You’re already in love.

The memory of a gaze glaring holes into his soul briefly flashes in his mind, causing Eric’s slightly dampened smile to curl into a light smirk.

From the looks of it, the doe-eyed boy seems to be in love with you too.

Eric looks at you again. “I’m really sorry about that,” he says honestly. “I definitely shouldn’t have been skating in the hall, but I’m glad you aren’t hurt. I hope I haven’t made you late to class?”

You shake your head, smile now focused. You’ve returned to the present. “You’re good,” you reply, briefly checking your phone. “I’ve still got a few minutes.”

“Well, just the same, if you ever want payback in some form or another, just ask around for Eric Sohn.” Picking up his board, Eric flashes you a smile, wishing slightly that your longing gaze was fixed on him, not the dimpled boy who’s long since disappeared. “I can buy you a coffee or something to make up for it.”

“Might take you up on that one of these days,” you grin. “I’m Y/N. Wanna exchange numbers so I can leech that coffee off of you?”

Heart thumping wildly, fingers tapping quickly, Eric enters his number into your phone, saving himself as Eric Sohn 💙. He hopes you don’t mind the emoji.

“Blue heart?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you take the phone back. “Not a red one?”

Can’t exactly do that when it’s clear you’re in love, he thinks, though he doesn’t say that out loud. “Nah.” He shrugs. “Figured that’d be too much. Need to get to know you a bit before I do anything more, right?”

A sweet, soft smile spreads across your lips, and Eric has to fight hard not to melt at it. “I appreciate that, Eric,” you say, pocketing your phone. The way you say his name blooms in Eric’s ears. “See you later, maybe?”

Eric knows he probably shouldn’t make judgements so quickly, but it’s hard not to believe in your sweetness with your kind voice and gentle smile. You deserve love, he decides in that moment, with the doe-eyed, dimpled boy who clearly loves you back.

Mentally, he puts a stamp of approval on the mission formulating in his brain as he nods. “See you,” he says, grinning.

Even if he isn’t the one you’ll fall in love with, he can at least help a new friend find their happiness.

. . .

~ kevin

Kevin thinks there’s a special place in hell for lovebirds who clearly like each other but won’t even consider the notion of actually talking and maybe going on a god damn date.

And there’s an extra-special little island in that ocean of fire for such lovebirds who have never spoken a single word to each other in their lives and have only communicated through stupid smiles and mushy eyes and worst of all, motherfucking mating dances.

Yes, that’s what he calls your tiptoe-tap dance-whatever-the-fuck-they-are dances with Changmin. You hit him the first time he said it out loud, but what else can he call it? There’s no other term that fits the situation nearly as well. It’s weird and strange like most mating dances are, and most importantly, the two of you are head over heels in love.

“We’re not in love!” you snap when Kevin brings it up. “How can we be in love if we haven’t even spoken once?”

Kevin nearly spits out his drink.

“You’re telling me,” he enunciates slowly once he’s recovered, “that you have never spoken to this guy, the same guy you were worrying about to me yesterday because you didn’t see him in the hall on schedule, not even once?”

When you nod yes, scowling in embarrassment, Kevin legitimately faceplants into the table. He stays there for several whole minutes, trying to digest the situation and the sheer idiocy of two of his closest friends.

Doesn’t matter. You’re clearly in love, or at least have a very hopeless, incurable crush on Ji Changmin. And if Changmin’s face is anything to go by, he’s head over heels for you too – Kevin’s never seen his friend with that big of a smile on his face or that sparkly of a look in his eyes.

He wants to vomit just thinking of it.

Okay, fine, so maybe some of this abhorrent disgust is due to the fact that Kevin is single and not exactly ready to mingle after several disastrous blind dates. Maybe some of his annoyance at your mating dances is unfounded. But in his defense, the two of you are stupid as fuck.

He’s in the middle of complaining about this mating dance phenomenon to his freshman friend, Eric Sohn, when Eric puts out a hand. “Wait, stop,” he says, halting Kevin mid-complaint. “Are you talking about Y/N and that… that guy, with, like, really round eyes and a dimple?”

Kevin’s eyes narrow. “How do you know them?”

“Well, uh, I accidentally crashed into Y/N on my board while they were doing…” Eric helplessly waves his arms around.

“The mating dance,” Kevin supplies.

“That’s a horrible name, Kevin.”

“It’s the closest thing that explains it.”

“Well, whatever.” Eric cringes. “I gave Y/N my number in case they wanted me to like, buy a coffee or something in exchange for nearly committing a murder. So that’s how I know them. Not sure of the other guy’s name, though.”

Kevin sighs. “Ji Changmin.”

“THAT’S CHANGMIN?”

“Shut up!” Kevin snaps. “Just let the whole dorm hear your screaming, won’t you?”

“Sorry,” Eric snips back, though more quietly this time. “But you all talk about how he’s scary as shit and always dancing? He wasn’t dancing when he walked off, and he looks like… I don’t know, a child? I thought he was a freshman.”

“Wait.” Kevin puts his hands on Eric’s shoulders. “You just said Changmin wasn’t dancing when he walked off?”

Eric slowly shakes his head. “I don’t think so?”

“Oh, my dude.” Kevin begins shaking Eric back and forth. Eric’s head wobbles on his neck for several seconds before he comes to his senses and knocks Kevin’s hands off of his shoulders, scowling. “Eric Sohn, you are fucked.”

“What?” Eric’s eyes immediately turn panicked. “Why?”

“Ji Changmin dances all the fucking time,” Kevin says, putting his head in his hands. How has Eric already fucked up this badly in his first year? Kevin’s a mess, but he can say he’s solidly a B-level mess, meaning he more or less has his social shit together, even if not his academia. “If he wasn’t dancing when he walked away, that means he was pissed off.”

A beat of silence. Then – “Would it help if I had a semi-sort-of plan to get him and Y/N together?”

Kevin’s head snaps up. So maybe Eric isn’t entirely clueless. “So you know they’re literally in love with each other?”

Eric rolls his eyes. “It’s so obvious,” he whines. “Why haven’t you even thought to play Cupid?”

“Because Y/N is stupid and won’t admit that they have feelings, and I haven’t talked to Changmin that much this semester because we have different classes,” Kevin groans. “They’re both so stupid.”

“Eh.” Eric gets a faraway look in his eyes. “It’s hard for a lot of people to realize they’re in love.”

Silence falls as Kevin tries to pin down the familiarly weird feeling his friend is exuding. Eric’s gaze stays faraway, fixed on some point in the metaphorical distance (he’s staring at a wall covered in tacky posters and random sketches – there’s no way he’s enamored with Kevin’s half-baked drawings of trees and scissors and shit).

He looks sad.

“Oh, Eric.” Kevin’s frustration falls away as he pulls the freshman into a hug. “You like Y/N, don’t you?”

Eric doesn’t even deny it, he’s so far past that. “It’s stupid, Kevin. I’ll get over it, I always do. It’s just a crush.”

Not for the first time in his life, Kevin wishes he had his friend’s maturity, even though he wouldn’t enjoy the root cause. Falling in love as easily as Eric does would be too hard for Kevin to deal with. “Eric Sohn, you are one of the most selfless people in the world,” he declares. “You don’t have to do this, you know? If it hurts, you don’t.”

“No, Y/N deserves love.” Eric puts his chin on Kevin’s shoulder. Kevin takes the opportunity to pat his head. “Changmin does, too, and I think they’ll find it together. God knows he was staring holes into my back while we were talking.”

Kevin thinks he’s going to melt. “You’re dumb as fuck,” he says fondly, laughing at Eric’s squawk of indignation, “but you’re sweet. Too sweet for your own good.”

“… Is that a compliment?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be.” Kevin pulls back from his friend. “Ready to play Cupid?”

Eric nods, sadness partially replaced with mischievous fire. Kevin will take that much for now. “Yeah!”

. . . . .

~ changmin

Changmin doesn’t expect to be punched in the gut when he’s going with Younghoon to get a stupid cup of coffee.

Okay, no one actually punches him. But it certainly feels that way when he sees you sitting with the skater boy kid who knocked into you the other day, talking at a table by the window.

Younghoon doesn’t notice at first, just goes up to the counter to order at the (overpriced) campus Starbucks. Changmin loiters nearby, waiting for Younghoon to get his drink and come over, all the while trying to not obviously stare at you and the other kid having an animated conversation just a few feet away.

“What’s with the pout?” Younghoon asks, trying unsuccessfully to scare Changmin with his sudden presence. His own lips turning down with his failed attempt, he follows Changmin’s gaze to the two students sitting by the windows.

“I’m not pouting,” Changmin says, pout deepening.

Younghoon nearly spills his coffee, he snorts so hard. “Sure,” he says. “I’ll just pretend you’re not moping over someone you’re head over heels for whose name you don’t even know.”

If Younghoon actually spills his coffee when Changmin elbows him in the ribs, no one can tell. The look he gives the taller boy is enough to silence him for the next half an hour, at least.

He tries to focus, he really does. Though the drinks are overpriced, Changmin won’t deny that the coffee-scented air of the Starbucks is pleasant. It’s mid-afternoon, a time when most students are in class, so it isn’t too loud, either. But despite all of this, Changmin can’t focus on psychology. His eyes keep drifting over to the table by the window, where your conversation still hasn’t ended.

“Ji Changmin.” Younghoon waves a hand in front of his face after his concentration wanes for the umpteenth time. “You came here to study.”

This time, Changmin doesn’t deny the pout that settles on his lips. “I know,” he says, genuinely upset now. He wants to focus and get this studying done, he really does, but he just can’t put his mind to it.

Younghoon sighs. “Why don’t you just try talking?” he asks, eyes flickering over to where you’re still chatting animatedly with the skater boy. God, it’s been at least half an hour – haven’t you finished your drink? Why aren’t you gone yet? Why are you still here, invisibly punching Changmin in the chest every time you smile at the skater kid?

The words slip out of Changmin’s mouth before he can stop them. “What if they’re dating?”

There’s a moment of silence. Then Changmin realizes just what he’s indirectly admitted to his best friend.

Fuck.

“Well, that’s the first step.” Younghoon reaches over and pats Changmin on his slumped head. “Admitting your feelings. Proud of you, Changmin.”

Scowling, he slaps the hand off his hair, ignoring Younghoon’s yelp of indignation. “Not funny,” he whines, putting his head back down. “What if they are?” God, he should’ve helped you up before that skater boy did, run over and given you a hand first. Now skater boy’s on a date with you and Changmin feels…

Oh, God.

He’s jealous.

Shame and embarrassment flood his face at the realization. This is gross, his mind wails. Why does he feel jealous over you, someone he’s never even spoken to? The only semblance of interest you’ve given him is your initiation of the sidewalk dance. And maybe your smile.

Changmin’s pout deepens impossibly further. Actually, you probably give your lovely smile to every person you meet. He isn’t special. In fact, he’s betting that the skater kid fell for your smile too, the smile that makes it feel like stars are raining around his feet.

“Hey, earth to Changmin?” Younghoon waves a hand in front of his face. “You good?”

“No,” he replies, burying his head in his textbook again. “Leave me alone to mope.”

Younghoon just snorts, pats his head, then goes quiet, presumably back to studying. Meanwhile, Changmin doesn’t even bother to make a pretense of looking at his book anymore. He just stares into darkness.

Feelings, he decides, fucking suck.

. . .

~ you

Eric, you come to find, is a really fun guy. He might be a little awkward, but he’s clearly got a warm heart, and with every second you spend with him, you find yourself feeling more and more comfortable in his presence. With him, an entire hour and a half pass in a flash before you check your phone and realize you have class in less than ten minutes.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, hastily putting your things together. “Time passed so quickly. I didn’t keep you from doing anything important, did I?”

He just waves a hand. “Don’t worry!” The bright smile that’s been gracing his face this entire time grows even wider. “I don’t have a lot on my plate at the moment. It was fun talking to you.”

“Me, too.” You push your chair in. “Let’s do this again sometime? I’ll buy my own coffee, though.”

Eric’s grin makes him look like a puppy. You have the irrational urge to pat his head and coo. “Of course! See you later, Y/N.”

“See you.” Waving once, you exit the café, ready to head off to class.

Just outside the building, though, something makes you linger. You feel weird, like someone’s staring. Quickly, you look back through the window of the Starbucks. Eric’s still there, talking to a tall boy in one corner, but he isn’t looking at you.

Your gaze shifts, and invisible heat floods your cheeks as Ji Changmin stares back from behind the glass, seated at a table at the far end of the café.

He’s wearing glasses today, you notice blankly. They’re round, frame his eyes perfectly, and make him look god damn adorable.

Your heart flutters.

For a moment, you just stand there, rooted in place. What do I do here? you think desperately. What are you supposed to do when you’ve never actually spoken to him, only exchanged greetings in the form of weird dance steps (if they can even be called that) and, well, smiles?

Oh. Smiles.

Those work, you guess.

Slowly, you curl the corners of your lips into what you hope is a grin. It grows wider as Changmin smiles back, eyes crinkling and teeth showing as he waves to you from inside the café.

Your mood, already lightened by your conversation with Eric, skyrockets impossibly as you wave back, mouth splitting into a grin that stretches from ear to ear.

God, since when did just seeing Ji Changmin make you feel this happy?

In a moment of heightened stupidity, you point up to your eyes, drawing circles with your fingers in a motion that you hope indicates glasses. Changmin points to the frames on his face, and you nod, hands forming two thumbs ups, which your unthinking brain hopes will convey the fact that you really like how he looks with them on.

It feels like it should be impossible for Changmin’s smile to get any wider, but it does. Through the window, you watch him clap a hand to his mouth shyly, shoulders shaking slightly as he presumably laughs. It makes you laugh, too, and you wave one more time before walking away.

Then what you did actually hits you, and like that first time you stepped in Changmin’s path, you put your face in your hands and cringe as hard as your body will allow.

You really did that, you scold yourself. You really made circles with your fingers and gave him fucking thumbs ups because you liked his glasses.

You’re a fucking moron.

. . .

~ eric

When Eric walks up to Changmin’s table to talk to his friend, he immediately reevaluates his entire opinion of the doe-eyed boy.

His face is buried in the textbook when Eric starts approaching (which, first of all, mood). However, when he gets closer, Changmin lifts his head out of the pages and fixes him with the deadliest, pointiest glare that Eric has ever faced in his life.

Eric now sees why Kevin calls Changmin scary as fuck. The stare he gave when Eric crashed into you was nothing compared to this.

His eyes feel like daggers slowly slicing into Eric’s skin.

“Um.” Eric stops a couple feet away from the table Changmin’s sharing with the friend he needs to talk to. The friend looks up curiously, and Eric seizes the chance. “Can I, uh, talk to you? For a second?” he asks, desperately hoping they can get away from Changmin’s glare as soon as possible. “Please?”

The friend blinks once, then nods. “Be back in a minute, Changmin,” he says, about to stand up.

“Why can’t you talk to him here?”

Oh, God. If Eric wasn’t ready for the whiplash that came with seeing Changmin’s soft features versus his sharp glare, he really wasn’t ready for the soft tones of his voice contrasting with the venom blended in. Everything about Changmin, at first glance, screams innocence and sweetness.

What the fuck goes on behind that exterior?

“Um,” Eric stalls, desperately trying to think of an excuse. “I –”

“Don’t be rude, Changmin,” the friend cuts through smoothly, standing up. Eric immediately feels dwarfed by this guy’s long legs, but he doesn’t care as much as he normally might because he’s so glad he’s getting rescued. “Let’s go.”

The Starbucks isn’t large, but Eric follows the friend to a far corner, away from the table. Once they’re there, he clears his throat. “Um –”

“Are you dating them?” the tall guy interrupts. “The one you were here with before?”

Once the question settles in, Eric starts shaking his head violently. “No, no, I’m not. No. I just – well, I slammed into Y/N on my board, so I offered to buy coffee for us sometime to make up for it?” He tries to smile. “Not dating.”

“Oh, thank God.” The friend rubs his forehead. “Changmin was going to have an aneurysm.”

Well, that confirms that his near-death at the eyes of Ji Changmin wasn’t in vain. Relief and sadness run through Eric’s brain at the confirmation that yes, Changmin is head over heels for you. “Yeah, uh, I was actually going to ask about that.” He swallows. “Are you and Changmin close friends?”

A curious look. “Yeah, you could say that. Why?”

“Well, I don’t know if you know Kevin Moon, but he’s sick of watching Y/N and Changmin pine over each other without bothering to make a move,” Eric rushes out. He can still feel Changmin’s gaze boring holes into his skin. “But Kevin doesn’t have classes with Changmin this semester and he definitely hates my guts, so…” He sighs. God, this is harder than he thought it’d be. “Basically, are you tired of watching them pine, and do you have the time and energy to play Cupid with us?”

For a moment, Changmin’s friend just stands there, staring him right in the eyes Eric. Then a smirk spreads over his face. “Of course I do,” he says, now grinning like a god damn maniac. “Count me in.”

A breath of relief rushes out of Eric’s lips. “Thank God,” he mumbles. “Give me your number. We start plotting this weekend.”

His phone comes back to him with a new contact named Kim Younghoon in it. “Why are you doing this, anyway?” Changmin’s friend – Younghoon – asks as Eric puts the phone away. “What’s in it for you? Didn’t you only meet Y/N when you crashed?”

“Their pining is disgustingly obvious,” Eric says matter of factly. “I’ve been Kevin’s friend for years, and now I’m also Y/N’s. Why not alleviate both of their pain by getting them together?”

Younghoon looks at Eric, almost like he’s appraising him. Eric feels kind of like a bug under a microscope and he’s absolutely sure this tall guy is going to take back his agreement and call him weird before he suddenly smiles widely. “You’re cool,” Younghoon declares as though he’s just made a scientific discovery to rival Einstein’s photoelectric effect. “Looking forward to... whatever this is.”

With that, Eric ducks out of the café as fast as possible, leaving the smell of coffee and (thankfully) Changmin’s burning stares behind. Once outside, he pulls out his phone again and creates a group chat.

To: schemerz

Eric: younghoon and kevin say hi to each other

Kevin: hi younghoon

Younghoon: hi kevin

Step one of operation cupid is complete. Eric grins.

Eric: pack your bags boyz we begin scheming tomorrow

Younghoon: why do we need to pack bags

Younghoon: are we going somewhere

Okay, well, maybe this will take some time, Eric thinks, looking at Younghoon’s texts. But it can’t be that bad. You and Changmin are so obviously crushing on each other. It won’t take too much work to make get you two together, will it?

. . . . .

~ younghoon

Younghoon genuinely never knew that trying to get his best friend together with the person he likes could be this infuriating.

It’s not only that he has to continually reassure Changmin that no, skater boy – whose name is Eric Sohn, stop calling him skater boy, I can hear the “derogatory” even if you don’t say it out loud, Changmin – is not dating you, yes, he heard it with his own two ears, and yes, Eric said it with his own words. Saying this over and over, honestly, is annoying enough. Younghoon can deal with that, though. It’s just a product of Changmin’s own insecurity and lovesickness, nothing that he can control.

But actually trying to set the two of you up?

Torture.

They first devise a stroll at the mall, just to get you two to actually maybe talk. Kevin demands that this plan be put first because he cannot stop screaming over the fact that the two of you are so whipped but haven’t spoken a single word to each other ever.

Which, honestly, same. But at least Younghoon doesn’t yell about it in the group chat.

(Sometimes, looking at all of the capital letters in Kevin’s messages gives him a headache.)

The plan is to invite both you and Changmin to the mall, then ditch so the two of you will maybe actually exchange a few words with each other by the end of the day. It’s going pretty well – both of you have agreed to go, completely unaware that the other is showing up – but then you have to cancel because of a sudden quiz you need to study for the next day.

Well, fine. Younghoon just ends up shopping with Changmin for the entire afternoon (Eric still ditches for obvious reasons – cough, Changmin, cough – and Kevin has to study for the same quiz, which he curses about endlessly in the group chat for an entire day). Not a big deal. Younghoon likes clothes, and against his better judgement, he likes Changmin.

So no harm done. Besides, there’s always next time, right?

Wrong.

The university dance team has a concert coming up that Kevin begs you to go to, all under the guise of supposedly supporting one of his friends, Juyeon. When you show up at the venue, Younghoon can still tell you’re confused over why you’re there – you don’t really know Juyeon, he hears you hiss to Kevin, so what’s going on? – but you seem nice enough. Friendly enough. Younghoon likes you immediately.

This plan isn’t as straightforward as the mall-ditching one. A certain Ji Changmin is one of the best dancers on the team, so he has his own solo halfway through the show. Younghoon proposes that Kevin force you to show up so you can melt over Changmin’s performance and either profess your love right then and there (which is the ideal case) or at least compliment the dancer on his skills. Either way, it gets the two of you to talk.

So, suffice to say, Younghoon is pissed when his well thought-out, perfectly structured plan falls apart when you have to leave before the end of the entire show because your roommate needs you to do something or the other that is somehow more important than you confessing your undying love for Changmin.

(Nothing, he complains later in the group chat, could be more important than that. Not even your roommate nearly setting the whole dorm on fire. Eric might beg to disagree, but Younghoon will just tell him to beg.)

Well, it kind of works out. Your roommate’s fuckup doesn’t happen until after Changmin’s performance, and Younghoon gets a front row seat to your jaw literally dropping when he comes onstage and starts dancing the way his dance major body always does. Younghoon legitimately thinks he could pick stars out of your eyes, the way you’re staring at Changmin. And even though you have a hand over your mouth, he can easily tell you’re smiling like no tomorrow.

So Younghoon gets the satisfaction of both seeing your reaction to Changmin’s performance and telling Changmin that his crush watched him dance. The wave of shock that immediately crawls up his best friend’s face makes Younghoon want to cackle and shake his head at the same time. It gets even better when Younghoon relates the look on your face as you watched and the compliments you told him to pass on.

Changmin has never smiled that widely or that shyly, ever. As his best friend since childhood, Younghoon will attest to that. It’s amazing and offensive and slightly gross.

God, Changmin’s whipped.

But this small success doesn’t make up for half of the entire plan that failed. You and Changmin still didn’t talk, after all, even if you fell even deeper in disgusting love. So Kevin advocates for a return to the simple method of making plans and ditching.

This time, it’s a movie that the schemer line (hey, Younghoon came up with that name – he thinks it’s a damn sight better than Kevin’s “The Boyz,” regardless of what the younger boy says) plans to ditch you two at. Kevin suggests horror, mainly because he’s not going to be there to watch it, but also because of the ages-old cliché where you’ll probably get scared and hold Changmin’s hand or some shit.

(Younghoon knows it won’t be the other way around not because of some sexist idiocy, but because Changmin laughs at possession and ghosts and keeps horror movie masks in his room to scare his friends with. He thinks Annabelle and Chucky are cute. Worst case scenario, you happen to enjoy horror too, and the two of you bond over your weird interests. Which isn’t even a worst case scenario, because you two will talk, and that’s the whole point of the plan.)

They really think it’s going to work this time. Kevin reports you arriving on time to the theater and immediately runs off so you won’t see him and start asking questions like why he’s hiding behind the potted bushes outside a nearby bistro. Younghoon and Eric wait with bated breath at the campus café for any last-minute updates before Kevin gets back.

When Kevin actually shows up at the café, having taken the bus back from the theater, they’re about to celebrate a plan finally completed. Younghoon thinks he’s going to start screaming from relief.

Then a text shows up on Kevin’s phone from you, asking why he never showed up.

Panic.

When they finally get their minds together, Kevin rattles something off about a family emergency and a call he had to take, which gets you off his back for a bit. But then he asks if you actually went to see the movie anyway.

It turns out you left fifteen minutes later when no one showed up.

No one.

Meaning Changmin never got there either.

Eric slams his head on the table. Kevin looks like he’s about to explode. Younghoon himself is about to throw his drink at something when he gets a text from Changmin mere minutes later, asking where he is and why no one’s at the theater.

breadhoon: it’s so late?? why didn’t you text earlier??

qminnie: the bus was late :/// why isn’t anyone here? I know it’s not just because the theater is dark, I walked around all the seats and couldn’t find you or kevin

Kevin starts screaming.

As Eric’s shoving a yelling Kevin out of the café and apologizing to the baristas, Younghoon just fires off a quick excuse to Changmin, who’s apparently still at the theater – I’m really sorry, my dad called about something and it ran super late, just watch the movie and let me know how it is – all the while internally screaming as loudly as Kevin physically is in this moment.

Later that evening, Kevin texts the group chat with the question on all of their minds.

moon boy: how is it that all of our plans fucking failed

Younghoon just wants to jump off the top of his dorm building.

It turns out that Eric, despite being the youngest of the three of them, has the most brain cells. He proposes something so simple but with the potential to be so effective that it blows Younghoon’s mind.

“Well, if ditching them to be alone doesn’t work, we might as well just be there,” he reasons over morning cups of coffee (courtesy of Kevin, who lost rock paper scissors and is still pouting over it). “Someone throws a party, we all show up, and we can play, like, mafia. Or truth or dare or whatever. That’ll get them to interact, probably.”

It’s a beautiful plan. Younghoon hugs the younger boy and proclaims him the smartest freshman he’s ever met (“I’m pretty sure I’m the only freshman you’ve talked to this year, Younghoon.”). Kevin praises the higher beings for the seven tenths of a working brain cell that Eric holds.

They work out the details quickly. Sangyeon will host the party – he holds one every other month anyway, so it won’t be too much trouble to let him know what’s going on. Besides, his parties are usually pretty controlled, so less risk of someone doing something illegal and freaking everyone out. Younghoon, of course, will bring Changmin. Kevin will bring you and Eric. In turn, Eric says he’s going to bring his friend, Sunwoo, because, quote unquote, “I need a freshman to keep me sane after dealing with you messes of upperclassmen.”

(Well. He has a point. Younghoon may look put together, but the only things that register in his thoughts most of the time are anime and bread. Kevin doesn’t even bother looking put together, which only speaks volumes about his level of brain chaos.)

“If this doesn’t work,” Kevin declares the moment they finish hashing out the plan, “I’m going to drown myself in one of the fountains.”

“It will work,” Eric says, determined. “It has to.”

Younghoon doesn’t say anything. All of their past failures have taught him to keep his mouth shut. However, if this plan fails, he’ll gladly jump into a fountain with Kevin and inhale water up his nose.

. . . . .

~ you

“You’re not going to ditch me, are you?” you ask for the umpteenth time, narrowing your eyes once more at your (now exasperated) friend.

“No,” Kevin groans, rubbing his temples. “I’m not going to ditch you, and for the last time, there were emergencies, okay?”

You want to give them the benefit of the doubt, you really do. Especially Eric – there’s no way he would do anything malicious to you on purpose (meanwhile, if Kevin was mad enough, he just might), he’s just too sweet. But first Kevin dragged you to this dance show that you’ve never been to before, which was weird enough, and the timing for that last movie cancellation was too coincidental to not be suspicious. If it was just him cancelling, you might not question it, but none of the three showed up.

Kevin’s planning something, probably with Eric and Younghoon. You just don’t know what.

“Uh huh.” You make sure to show your disbelief in those two words as you walk up the steps to Sangyeon’s house. “Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve been here.”

“It’s so big,” Eric says from behind where he’s finally caught up to you two. His friend, Sunwoo, lingers quietly at his side, though his wide eyes betray his amazement.

“I always forget how big this place is,” Kevin agrees, ringing the doorbell. “Just stay on the ground floor, though, it’s not too bad. And watch your drinks. Sangyeon’s parties are usually pretty chill, but anything could happen.”

You snort. “Yes, Mom,” you mock, just as the host himself opens the door. “Hey, Sangyeon!”

“Y/N!” He pulls you and Kevin in for a short hug, then smiles at the visibly nervous freshmen standing behind you two. “Oh, hi! You must be Eric and Sunwoo, right?”

They just nod, still awed. Kevin stifles a snort as your lips curl into a fond smile – it’s weird to remember that you used to be a freshman just like them,. There isn’t much more time to think, though, because Sangyeon quickly ushers the four of you inside and all of your thoughts drown in the party’s chaos.

A couple of hours pass in mind-numbing peace. Kevin mixes you an atrocious cocktail that you pour down the sink when he isn’t looking. You watch Jacob shake his hips on the dance floor while Kevin twerks to Beyoncé. Even Eric and Sunwoo, who were originally just hovering around you, loosen up after a shot or two and find someone else they know to talk to, a freshman whose name you’re pretty sure is Hyunjoon.

Things are going well, you think in your tipsy haze. No one’s thrown up yet, no one’s passed out (well, Felix looks pretty sleepy, but he’s a sleepy drunk – how much Jisung already managed to give him to drink, you aren’t sure), and best of all, no one’s done anything stupid that’ll go viral on the school’s Snapchat. This is nice.

Then Kevin grabs you by the wrist, done twerking, and hollers unintelligible words in your ear as he drags you to the edge of the dance floor. He says more, but all you catch is “watch” and a yelled “YOUNG BOON.” Or something like that.

Confused, you just try not to spill your drink as Kevin pushes you through the crowd that’s forming in the living room. There’s a lot of yelling and cheering as the music changes, and then someone gets pushed to the middle of the dance floor.

A hand flies to your mouth.

It’s Changmin.

“Kevin,” you hiss. “Kevin! That’s Changmin!”

Even drunk, your friend manages to give you the most judgmental look you’ve ever seen. “No shit, Sherlock,” he snaps. “Just watch!”

For a moment, Changmin just stands in the middle of the circle that’s formed, eyes wide and doe-like (and absolutely fucking adorable, even under the red lighting). Then something in him shifts – it nearly gives you whiplash – and the dancer Changmin you saw that day Kevin dragged you to the concert comes out in full force.

It’s short, his performance, much shorter than the five-minute long solo he had at the concert. But holy fuck, it’s explosive. Even the smallest flicks of his fingers seem to send off sparks of light, red glinting off his face and the buttons on his shirt.

He has you captivated, so much so that you don’t register Kevin shifting until he’s positioned almost directly behind you. Changmin’s dance is winding down, a softer look coming back into his previously focused eyes, and everyone’s cheering and starting to clap before a harsh shove sends you sprawling forward.

For a moment, you stand right in front of Changmin, eyes undoubtedly wide with confusion as the situation filters through your muddled brain. Embarrassment begins to spread through your body as people begin to chant, “DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!”

Fuck.

This must have been Kevin’s plan.

Whipping your head around, you try to find and glare at your friend (you’re seriously rethinking that title), but he’s already disappeared. You then try to shrink back into the crowd, but they don’t let you. Someone plucks the cup from your hand, erasing your last excuse for leaving the circle of screaming partygoers as you look around desperately for a way out.

Then a hand extends into your vision, fingers twitching in a gesture you’ve come to associate with a certain person at a certain time at a certain place, two ten p.m. on Mondays and Wednesdays just inside the literature building.

Slowly, you look up to see Changmin shyly smiling back, eyes glinting in the way you’ve come to (not so) secretly adore.

A grin unconsciously spreads across your face as he launches back into his dance, more laid-back and flowy this time, much like the moonwalks he does down the halls at school. Almost on instinct, you lurch into his space, barely managing to brush over his foot as he nimbly steps away.

On a normal day, the dance you do is already messy and weird to passersby – you’ve made your way onto at least one of the university Snapchat stories already – so you can’t imagine how this looks in the moment. It must seem so uncoordinated, especially with your limbs loose with alcohol (Changmin still moves as steadily as ever, what the fuck) and the fact that you can’t really see where you’re stepping in the dim red light of the room. But it doesn’t matter – Changmin’s grinning so widely and you’re laughing, really laughing, loud enough to overpower what you think is Kevin’s yelling (it sounds something like “WHY ARE YOU DOING YOUR FUCKING MATING DANCE AND NOT DANCING LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?”, so it must be him), and everyone’s cheering and clapping and even though you can see a few phones being pulled out, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t fucking matter. All that matters is your fingers brushing against Changmin’s, his laugh ringing in your ear, and the smiles on your faces until –

Until Changmin grabs your outstretched hand, tangling his fingers in yours, and encircles your waist with his free hand before dipping you down until his face hovers just a foot above yours.

Someone’s screaming, someone that definitely sounds like Kevin, but you can’t process it. Everything feels like you’re underwater – muffled, blurred, indecipherable. All you can think of is how fast your heart is beating, how hot your face feels, and how intensely Changmin is staring into your eyes.

Holy shit.

You can barely breathe.

When Changmin eventually lets you up to screams and hoots, your knees almost buckle. If not for his fingers still entangled in yours, you probably would’ve collapsed, but he seems to sense this and grips your hand even tighter.

The smile can’t leave your face, even though it turns smaller and shyer as the crowd disperses and you’re left holding Changmin’s hand for no reason. You should let go, probably, but you don’t want to, and Changmin doesn’t seem uncomfortable with it either. Still, the physical link between you two only grows more and more obvious as the two of you stand in silence, unable or unwilling to speak.

Changmin finally breaks it. “Hi,” he says in this voice that legitimately makes you want to crumble into the ground. It’s soft, it’s sweet, it’s something entirely uncharacteristic yet at the same time so fitting for the boy who just danced his heart out on Sangyeon’s living room floor. “I’m Changmin.”

Your voice leaves you, and the minute you take to find it feels like an eternity. These are your first words to him, your mind screams – don’t say anything stupid!

Staring into his sparkling doe eyes, you swallow hard before saying your first words to the boy who may or may not have already stolen your heart.

“Hi,” you say, smile threatening to grow even wider, wide enough to split your face. “I’m Y/N.”

. . .

~ changmin

He’s only heard three words from you, but Changmin thinks he could drown in your voice. It’s lovely, smooth in a way that flows over his body like warm spring rain. Willingly, he would stand under the shower of your gentle tones, putting his face to the sky and letting your words wash over him, soothing his skin.

Vaguely, his mind tells him that it’s way too early to start waxing poetic about your voice. You’ve only spoken three words to him, for fuck’s sake – what is he even doing?

A whisper that sounds suspiciously like Younghoon floats through his brain. You’re whipped.

Well. He just might be.

“Isn’t this kind of weird?” you suddenly say, jerking Changmin out of his you-induced haze. The smile on your face is a little embarrassed, now, and he catches you glancing at your fingers still linked with his. Briefly, he wonders if he should let go – he’s the one who first grabbed your hand, after all, what if you’re uncomfortable? – but you don’t seem to hate it. If anything, your smile grows a little shyer.

Changmin may think horror movie dolls are cute, but your smile is even cuter. He might melt right then and there.

Belatedly, he realizes you’re looking at him, waiting for a response. “Um – weird?” he replies, praying that his voice doesn’t crack.

(It doesn’t, not this time. Thank the lord.)

You look down again, this time at your feet. Probably out of embarrassment. “I mean,” you say, silvery voice tickling Changmin’s ears, “we’ve been interacting for at least several months.” The full force of your smile hits Changmin as you raise your head. “But we’ve barely spoken a word to each other.” When you laugh, he hears bells. “Isn’t that strange?”

“Well, when you put it that way, yeah.” Changmin giggles (yes, he fucking giggles, what the hell, why can’t he sound any cooler than he really is?). “But I think it was lucky. Well, I think I was lucky to meet you.”

He wasn’t supposed to say that out loud. He wasn’t fucking supposed to say that – what’s wrong with him? He used to be so good at watching his words – but at least, despite his embarrassment at having revealed this part of him, he gets to see you flustered. It’s adorable, he thinks, so much more adorable than anything else in the world. “How come you, um, stepped in my way that first time?” he asks, genuinely curious.

Changmin doesn’t expect the embarrassed snort that comes out of your mouth, but it makes him laugh. “You know that meme, the one where it’s like ‘why are you doing this?’ and your brain just says ‘you gotta?’” Rolling your eyes slightly, you snicker. “That’s what went through my mind. You never bump into anyone, so, well, someone had to try to mess you up.”

Changmin’s going to print a hundred copies of that meme and tape them all over his dorm. He will never be so grateful for a stinking Internet horcrux in his entire life.

Well, okay, he’s probably exaggerating. But still.

“That’s mean,” he says, purposely pouting his lips. “Why would you want to mess me up?”

You elbow his ribs, giggling. “Someone has to bring the king down at some point.”

Changmin’s about to take advantage of his current burst of confidence to respond to that – “You think I’m the king?” – and possibly fluster you even more, but someone’s yelling “LOVEBIRDS!” in a voice that sounds a little too much like Kevin’s. Both of you turn around instinctively, which probably only fuels the lovebird fire (though Changmin can’t bring himself to care at the moment).

“WE’RE PLAYING MAFIA!” someone else – is that Jaehyun? Probably – yells. “GET OVER HERE!”

“Mafia?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow. “That…”

Changmin can hear the exasperated apprehension in your voice. He hears it in his own whenever his friend group gets together to play the game. “Let’s just see what happens,” he suggests, trying hard not to melt when you look over at him. “Someone might do something stupid?”

Your laughter sounds like sparkles, wind chimes twinkling in the breeze. Changmin wonders what he wouldn’t give to hear it for the rest of his life. “You’re right, you’re right.” Glancing once more (and smiling a little wider) at your still-linked hands, you jerk your head in your friends’ direction. “Shall we?”

As he nods, Changmin privately thinks that there’s nothing in the world that could dissuade him from following you.

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thrillridesz · 3 years

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all i want for christmas | eric

in part of the deobi secret santa project and dedicated as a gift to @channiewoo ✨ ( i hope you like it >< i tried my best! )

➳ pairing: college student!eric x reader ( ft juyeon, kevin, chanhee and sangyeon with jacob mentions! )

➳ genre: fluff, fantasy, time travel!au, time loop!au, christmas!au, university!au, love triangle!au ( ish? )

➳ warnings: n/a (PG13)

➳ word count: 4.6k

➳ inspo: lotus inn by why don’t we

➳ fic playlist: all i want for christmas - big time rush ft miranda cosgrove | lotus inn - why don’t we | christmassy! - the boyz | you belong with me - taylor swift | crush - david archuleta

a/n : this is my christmas secret santa gift to eri @channiewoo ^^ also hi, i’m your theb secret santa! thank you for being such a sweet person to talk to throughout this month and honestly you really made my first secret santa here on tumblr pretty memorable! i know we’ve just exchanged a few asks here and there but i genuinely did like talking to you though im not the most frequent secret santa anon out there >< i sincerely hope you can forgive me for that. but anyways, i hope you like your gift!!

+ also unedited for now because i really wanted to post this on christmas day... and tags are still not working but i don’t want to delay this any longer

The Christmas spirit could be felt in all corners of the house that night as the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies and crackling log fire from the fireplace wafted in the air while party guests swayed to the upbeat Christmas music playing on the stereo and chatted merrily amongst themselves. Outside, fine white snow was falling and against the black canvas of the night sky, it made the streets seem almost serene and even beautiful. Looking out, one could easily feel the Christmas mood as neighbours held their own christmas parties and family gatherings. Everywhere they looked, they would see beautifully decorated houses adorned with Christmas wreaths and intricate fairy lights. Sometimes, one would even see the occasional snowmans displayed out in the neighbours’ yards, covered in scarves and hats with the ever familiar carrot nose. From a distance a few doors down, one could also hear singing - a telltale sign of the local group of Christmas carolers making their rounds in the neighbourhood like they did every year.

This was what Christmas is all about - enjoying good food with loved ones, receiving amazing gifts, going door to door caroling and feeling at home with the people you appreciate and cherish while the winter snow falls outside. Yet, Eric felt anything but. In fact, his heart was pounding against his chest as he sipped nervously at his mug of hot apple cider. Around him, the party guests were mingling and laughing at the college Christmas party as they shared funny stories from the year they had, feeling particularly merry. Normally, it would have been easy for him to get in the mood but not this time.

“I don’t get what you’re so nervous about.” Kevin said, shaking his head. “Why can’t you just talk to her?”

“I don’t want to make a fool out of myself. What if I mess up?” He replied despondently, his eyes softening as he glanced at you from across the room.

There you were - decked out in a cute Christmas outfit just standing by the fireplace, your hair falling around your face and framing it, looking more beautiful than he had remembered. The smile on your face made his heart flutter ever so slightly and he could feel his face grow warmer despite having a huge mug of apple cider just in front of him. The santa hat you wore added just that little touch of sweetness and adorableness to you and Eric couldn’t help but feel his heart start to pound in his chest. If you weren’t already stunning to him, you were breathtakingly beautiful to him now. Every little smile or shy glance made his heart beat just a little faster and he reached up to clutch softly as his chest.

“It’s better than not trying at all, Eric.” Kevin pointed out, taking a bite out of his gingerbread cookie. “You ought to have a little bit more faith in yourself.”

Eric sighed in resignation. “It’s so much easier talking about it than actually doing it. Everytime I think about doing it, I chicken out. I just can’t seem to stop fearing about possibly screwing it up, Kev.”

Kevin regarded him with a sympathetic look before patting him reassuringly on the shoulder. “I understand. Look man, if you don’t feel ready then you don’t have to force yourself to talk to her.”

“I promised myself that today would be the day.”

“Yeah, I know you did but still, you don’t have to force yourself. Your face is turning pale from the anxiety.” The latter said, concerned.

“It is?” Eric asked, alarmed as he quickly turned to the window beside him, checking out his reflection. He narrowed his eyes as he reached up to ruffle his hair in an attempt to make it look somewhat better though all it did was make it seem more tousled.

Kevin watched him, chuckling softly. Men in love are truly a different breed.

“Hey, Kev! I nearly forgot, do you want to listen to my newly curated Christmas playlist? I’ve been meaning to ask but I couldn’t find you.” Sangyeon suddenly appeared from behind the duo, with a joyous grin on his face. Kevin gave Eric a questioning look which he waved away.

“I’ll be fine.” He smiled.

“Alright… If you need anything, just call me!” Kevin said, casting him a last fleeting glance as he walked away with Sangyeon.

Holding the mug of hot apple cider close to his chest, Eric leaned against the cold glass panel of the window, staring out listlessly despite the steady pounding of his heart. He shot a furtive glance in your direction and quickly looked away, his cheeks reddening. At this rate, it would not be long before he turned as red as Rudolph’s nose.

“Get a grip, Eric. Why are you being such a wimp?” He chided himself. Looking around, Eric couldn’t help but observe his surroundings wistfully.

Everyone was seemingly in their element - snacking on Christmas snacks, dancing and just having fun. By the boombox, he watched as Hyunjae engaged in conversation with a girl who he did not recognise. The way they were laughing and the way she so flirtatiously slapped him on the shoulder, giggling at something Hyunjae said made Eric feel so deeply envious. Even from where he was, the smitten look on her face was undeniable and he wondered why he couldn’t have been more of a ladies’ man like Hyunjae was. Things would have been so much easier for him. Why is it that whenever it came to you he was suddenly the most awkward person to grace the face of this earth? It just didn’t make sense to him.

Sighing, he took another sip of his hot apple cider, feeling the liquid burn at the back of his throat. Suddenly, he frowned, his eyes narrowing. Who was that?

He had one of the most attractive faces Eric had ever seen - with soft, fine dark hair, a strong build and a warm smile that simply lit up the room. There he was, talking to you and you sliding your hand over his shoulder, not in a seductive or flirtatious way but in a friendly way though it was still enough to spark jealousy in Eric’s heart. He watched intently as you leaned in to whisper something in his year, his smile growing wider at your words.

Eric longed to know what the two of you were talking about, his grip on his mug growing tighter and firmer.

“Lost your chance, buddy.”

Swivelling around, Eric nearly spilled his apple cider as he turned to face a pink haired boy with an upturned nose. He didn’t remember seeing him around but there was something odd about him that Eric couldn’t quite put his finger on. Not to mention, that statement really did rub him off the wrong way.

“Excuse me?” His tone was slightly icy as he furrowed his brows together, frowning at the stranger in front of him.

“Didn’t you want to talk to her?” The boy asked, taking a swig of his hot chocolate, seemingly not noticing the confused look Eric was shooting him.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh right! I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself. How rude of me… I’m Chanhee but you can call me New. Everyone does,” he smiled warmly, “you’re Eric?”

Eric narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Yes? How do you know my name?”

“I just do. I know everyone,” He waved away his question nonchalantly, “I see you have a Christmas sweetheart.”

He tipped his mug in your direction and Eric felt his face grow hotter, annoyance setting in at the same time.

“How is that any of your business?” He snapped, his tone indignant and confrontational.

“I am here to help so watch your tone around me.” New rolled his eyes, looking at him in disdain though there was a twinkle in his eyes as he continued, “I can help you get the girl.”

Eric cast you a sideway glance before turning back to New with a skeptical expression. Whoever this guy was, he was weird, odd. Yet, the proposal he had proposed was a tempting one and despite himself, he felt inclined to listen. Watching you from afar, Eric’s heart sank just a little deeper as the guy you were talking to suddenly reached up to brush your hair away from your face, the both of you looking into each other’s eyes as he did. The irritation and jealousy he felt came back stronger than ever and before he knew it, the words were out of his mouth before he even knew it.

“How can you help?”

At his words, New grinned, drawing a small crystal vial from his pocket. The vial was filled with a mysterious sparkly, glowy pink liquid and smelled distinctively of roasted chestnuts though Eric was almost a thousand percent sure the liquid was not made of any kind of roasted chestnuts in any shape or form. As New popped open the cap, the scent grew even stronger and Eric shot him an alarmed look.

“What is that? A drug?!” Looking around frantically, it felt like nobody was paying the two of them any attention, being too preoccupied with their own conversations. How is nobody noticing this?

“Calm down and don’t get your panties in a twist.” New scoffed, “It’s a time travel potion. Or a time loop potion if you will.”

This guy is actually crazy. Eric almost wanted to laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of it all but barely managed to suppress it.

“Okay…?”

“Yup, I made it myself. Took me like half a year to brew it to perfection but it should work now. I followed each step really closely so there should be no problems.”

“Yeah, sure man. Thanks for wasting my time. If you don’t mind, I’ll be leaving. Thanks for the false hope.” Eric grumbled, taking his leave and not even bothering to consider the chagrined look on New’s face. Mayhaps Christmas is not his time either. He wondered how long this would drag on. When Valentine’s Day rolled around, he chickened out and said ‘next time’. When Halloween rolled around, he chickened out yet again and promised to make a move by Thanksgiving yet when Thanksgiving rolled around, he settled for Christmas. Now…

“Maybe it’s just not meant to be. Maybe I’m just too much of a coward.” He whispered to himself, pushing his way through the crowd of people. As he took yet another sip of his hot apple cider, he couldn’t help but keep his eye on you. The way you were now looping your arms over the guy’s neck and the way he had his large hands on your waist made Eric want to leave the party. If only he had a little bit more faith…

“What time is it anyways?” He murmured to himself, wanting more than anything to leave.

9:04pm. Damn. It wouldn’t be until two hours later for the party to end. Sure, he could always leave early but he would hate to be seen as disrespectful to everyone else especially Jacob, the host of this lovely party.

He stared at the mug of hot apple cider he had in his hand, scrunching up his nose at the taste of it.

Was it just him or did it taste slightly… Off?

Eric gazed at it for a moment before he shook his head. I’m overthinking everything, he thought. However as he stood over the snack table, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. It was like having someone slap him at his head before his vision turned blurry. His limbs were beginning to go soft and his mouth dry. What was happening? He blinked rapidly but to no avail. It felt like he was falling in a deep pit…

When he opened his eyes again, everything felt fine. Patting himself lightly on the face, he looked around his surroundings in confusion. Just what was that? Did he imagine all of that? The mug of hot apple cider was still in his hands and the reindeer horns band was still on his head. He was wearing the same clothes and everything had become clear, there were no more blurry visions. The pounding in his head had stopped and it felt like whatever happened earlier was merely a figment of his own imagination.

“Eric…? Eric!”

The voice shook him from his stupor and with a start, he lifted his head to see Kevin regarding him with a questioning look on his face.

“You okay? You zoned out for a minute and I mean, really zoned out.”

“Y-Yeah… Aren’t you supposed to go listen to Sangyeon’s playlist or something?”

Kevin raised an eyebrow.

“What playlist?”

Eric frowned. “Didn’t Sangyeon ask you to listen to his Christmas playlist?”

“Um… No? Even if he has one, he hasn’t asked me yet.”

Eric looked at Kevin with confusion in his eyes. What was going on? Last he remembered, that was exactly what happened. Swivelling around, the confusion got even stronger when he saw you standing all alone at the other corner of the house. Were you not with that guy?

Instantly, he remembered what New had said. “Time travel potion…” He mumbled under his breath, his eyes widening when the realisation dawned upon. No way…

Whipping out his phone, it felt like his heart was about to pound right out of his chest when he saw the time. His throat felt dry and tight as he stared, unable to believe his eyes.

8:46pm.

Eric suddenly recalled the weird taste he had gotten in his cider and instinctively, his hand reached up to cover his mouth. There was no other explanation for this other than the fact that one, that New or was it Kyu guy had not been lying when he spoke of a time travel potion and two, he had slipped him the potion on purpose when he wasn’t looking. He could feel the anger bubble up within him - the nerve of that guy! With pure, unadulterated fury in his eyes, his gaze swept across the room, looking for him. Kevin looked on, thoroughly puzzled.

“...Eric? Are you okay? You’ve got a weird look on your face.” He asked, concerned. “Eric?”

All anger had just dissipated from his being as his sights finally landed on you. There you were, standing all alone at the fireplace with a drink in your hand while your friend danced. The look on your face was one of loneliness and even from a mile away, anyone could tell you looked extremely awkward at having been left alone while she swayed up against Haknyeon, a guy he recognised from his Medieval History module.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the same dark haired guy he had seen approach you ‘earlier’. Following his gaze, Eric could feel his stomach drop as he realised that they were on you. From his body language, it was clear that he was about to make his way over and take his chances with you.

Just then, a voice at the back of his mind whispered softly.

“What are you waiting for?”

Taking a deep breath, Eric squared his shoulders and hurriedly straightened the jacket he was wearing. This is it. This is actually it. He was going to do it. His legs were moving now, one step after another in large strides towards you. The sound of his heart pounding was practically deafening to his ears and he could feel his legs turning into lead, each footstep heavier than the next. Squeezing past the crowd, another voice - this time insistent and panicky - suddenly cried out.

“No, don’t do this! What if you embarrass yourself and make yourself out to be a fool?”

Eric’s face paled. No, this is a mistake. What was he doing?

“Hello?”

Shaking out of his thoughts, Eric almost jumped back in shock at the sight of you just right in front of him. Before he even realised it, he had made his way over. It is now too late to back out. Had he been standing there like an idiot this whole time?

“I-I… Hey!” He squeaked out, his heart almost leaping out of his chest.

“You’re Eric right? Eric Sohn from Professor Kim’s introduction to accounting class?” You asked kindly.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the guy from ‘earlier’ approaching, pushing past the crowd and judging from his demeanour… It seemed like the competition was still in the game.

He needed to pull this off.

“Yeah, I am. Y/n right? It’s a pretty cool party, isn’t it?”

“Mhm! Pretty great so far! My friend is over there dancing but I’m not much of a party dancer so here I am,” you smiled and Eric almost forgot what he was about to say.

“I-”

“Hey, how are you guys enjoying the party?”

Eric looked up and his brows furrowed into an annoyed and anxious ‘v’. The dark haired competition merely grinned back at him though there was a certain glint in his eyes which made Eric clench his jaw tightly. It was the sort of gaze that was long enough to send a goading message - game on.

He smiled and extended a hand towards you, completely ignoring Eric. “I’m Juyeon, roommate of Jacob’s. I saw you from afar and thought I’d come say hi.”

You shook his hand, oblivious to the tension between the two guys. “I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

Juyeon briefly lifted his gaze to Eric and without anyone’s notice but his, he winked slyly.

“Revolting.” Eric thought angrily.

“I heard they have some really cool peppermint treats at the candy table, wanna come?” Juyeon asked and quickly Eric said, “I heard they have a great log cake at the snack bar though. I’ve heard people raving about it!”

You looked at the both of them, seemingly a little disconcerted. “Uh… I…” Juyeon shot Eric a scathing look which he returned with a smug smile.

“Who doesn’t love a good old log cake?” He asked, to which Juyeon rolled his eyes at.

“I mean… I do love peppermint…” You trailed off and Eric turned to you with wide eyes as big as saucers and Juyeon’s lips lifted into a smug smile.

“Excellent choice! I hear they have so many varieties…” Juyeon chattered on, placing his arm over your shoulder, leaving poor Eric speechless and red faced, watching helplessly as the two of you walked away from him. Turning behind you, you had an apologetic look on your face but said nothing.

“That’s too bad. I was rooting for you, you know?”

Eric swivelled around to find New standing behind him yet again, this time chewing on a piece of toffee. The time on his watch was clear as day as the red, glowing digits stared right back at him - 9:04pm. It had come full circle. He had the chance to turn things around but he had failed. Somehow, the nonchalant look in New’s face irritated him but he tried to remain calm. His gaze drifted down to the bulge in the man’s jacket pocket, tracing the faint outline of the tiny vial that contained the potion from earlier.

“At least we know now that I’m legit, right?” He winked at Eric, smirking as he did though it dropped when he saw the look on the latter’s face.

“Why are you-”

“Please, give me one more chance. Please just let me turn back time this one more time.” He pleaded. Eric was not one to plead but this time, he was feeling particularly desperate.

New looked at him like he had just sprouted an extra head before he burst out laughing.

“How’s that for a turn of the tables, Mr ‘thank you for wasting my time’?” He asked, still giggling. Clearly, he was taking much joy in this new dynamic - something Eric didn’t look too pleased about though he was not about to act on it. After all, it was New’s potion that allowed him this one more chance which he had quite unspectacularly let slip from his grasp.

“Alright, I suppose I could let you try this one more time though I’ll definitely be charging for your next usage.” New sighed, whipping out the vial. “I did want you to succeed after all.”

As Eric gulped down his drink, the familiar feeling of dizziness washed over him yet again, along with the looseness in his limbs and before he knew it, he found himself standing right where he was with you standing where you were previously.

This time, Eric squared his shoulders and ran a hand nervously through his hair. There you were yet again, standing by the fireplace with that drink in your hand.

“No hesitation this time,” he whispered to himself before he made his way over. He barely even paid attention to Juyeon coming in from the side as he struck up a conversation.

“Hey, y/n from professor Kim’s introduction to accounting right?”

You turned to him, looking a little surprised before you smiled warmly at him.

“Yeah! Eric, is it? It’s nice to see you here.”

“How’s things going so far at the party?” He asked, trying to keep the edge out of his voice. His nervousness was getting to him quickly but the thought of messing up yet again reined him back in and his smile stayed on.

You wrinkled your nose as if considering his question before you replied, “Well, it’s going alright so far. I’m not really a party sort of person but I thought I’d make an exception since you know, Jacob’s my friend.”

“I see! I don’t usually mind parties but I do like…” He paused as he saw Juyeon approaching, the gears in his head whirring away and you looked at him curiously.

“Eric…?”

“How about we go get some peppermint? I hear they have a variety here.” He suggested quickly, his eyes darting towards Juyeon’s direction.

You stared at him, looking a little perturbed but then grinned and nodded. “Sure, I love peppermints.”

Before Juyeon could even make his way over, the two of you had walked away, squeezing past the dancing crowd. The bass beat of the music was so resounding throughout the house that it almost seemed as if the walls were vibrating as well. The glitter and lights all around all looked stunning but perhaps a little too stunning as Eric made his way through the crowd with you just right by him. From all sides, people were accidentally bumping into each other and more than once, he almost lost his balance.

As the two of you neared the candy table, Eric realised too late that perhaps pushing past the crowd had been a bad idea and that a smarter way would be to stay out of the dance floor when he felt himself fall forward. Someone’s foot had been there and without looking, he had tripped over and landed with a huge thud on the floor, flat on his belly. His chin collided with the ground and if he had hit it just a little harder, had the impact been just a tad stronger, he might have suffered a serious injury.

Since you were just trailing behind him, his unexpected fall had sent you falling as well. As the both of you crashed against the ground, some members of the crowd audibly gasped as people shuffled out of the way. Though it may have hurt when he fell, Eric’s heart ached much more than the bruise he would no doubt sport on his knees tomorrow. Seeing you sprawled next to him and knowing all of this happened only because of him, he wanted nothing more than to dig a hole right there and then and leap right in.

A few partygoers reached out to help him up and right next to him, Juyeon appeared in front of you, extending a hand with a look of concern. Eric watched as the two of you looked into each other’s eyes and like in a fairytale princess bedtime story, you reached out tentatively to hold onto Juyeon’s hand as his heart fell to the ground with a messy splat.

“Y/n-”

“Are you guys okay?” Juyeon asked though it seemed as if he was only asking you in general.

“Yeah, we’re alright. Thank you.” You said softly, still seemingly a little frazzled.

“Come, let us go get you seated somewhere.”

Eric couldn’t help but simply stand there and look helplessly as the both of you wandered away, his heart feeling like it was about to shatter into pieces. A second chance he was given and he screwed it up and if that wasn’t enough, he was offered yet another shot which went worse than his first. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe no matter how many times he tried, tonight was just not the night. Or perhaps nothing was ever destined to happen between you two. The jolly christmas music was still playing but he no longer was in the Christmassy spirit anymore.

All he wanted for Christmas was you but it seemed that that didn’t seem so possible anymore, if not impossible.

As the partygoers resumed their dancing, all he could do was plop himself down on the nearby couch and do nothing except nurse not just his fallen pride but also his feelings which never had the chance to express themselves before it got completely shut down.

Grabbing a bottle of ginger ale from a nearby pack, he took a swig and felt the ale burn as it ran down his throat. Usually, he would have loved it but tonight, it just left a bitter taste in his mouth. Keeping his head down, Eric exhaled deeply. He ought to just give up completely.

“Hey, Eric.”

At the sound of your voice, his head snapped up and he gazed up at you with wide eyes. There you were, standing before him and looking down at him as he wallowed in his own feelings. How long have you been standing there? Why were you here?

“Y-y/n?”

You gave him a bashful glance as you sat yourself next to him. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I… I… “ He simply stared at you, his mouth gaping like a fish and looking absolutely flummoxed. “Didn’t Juyeon-”

“I couldn’t possibly leave you alone.” You hurried to say and when he didn’t reply, you continued. “Do you… Do you mind if I sit here with you?”

It took Eric a second for it to register in his mind what you had just asked of him before he grew flustered just as the joy in him began to spark.

“Do I mind? No! Of course not! You’re welcomed here! Please, sit with me!”

As he chattered on nervously, you couldn’t help but admire the way his eyes would light up whenever he talked and how charming his smile was. He was in the habit of moving his hands around a lot which though some might find annoying, you only found to be endearing. You could feel your heart beating quickly which always happened whenever you were near him, saw him around class or even just at the mere mention of his name.

As you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself clench on tightly to the couch, the excitement in you simply immeasurable. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt the weight of the vial in your pocket. A worthy bargain indeed from the mysterious pink haired boy.

This was all you wanted for Christmas.

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simpsiren · 3 years

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eric sohn x reader

description. Being away from your family for Christmas, you decided to stay at a guest house for a week. Though the time you spent there wasn’t quite what you expected when another person apparently booked the same place as well.

genre. FLUFF, angst, strangers to lovers au

word count. 5.3k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. i wanted to try writing for the boyz so here’s my first one! i’ll try to be as accurate as possible with the personality but please excuse me if its not because im new to their fandom but i’d love to write about other groups than nct sooo

You aimlessly scrolled through the options available to you on the app. The different houses flying in a blur while you scrolled your thumb up and scanned your eyes over the description of each listing.

You would love to spend Christmas with your family but they knew it would be a hassle for you to fly to them and only staying there for a month before flying back. Instead, they urged you to have fun on your own for the holidays, not being cooped up in your apartment.

After browsing for at least thirty minutes, you finally found a house that suited your liking. The house faced a beautiful beach scenery. It was large and spacious. The facilities around it provided you with lots of fun things that’ll occupy your week’s stay there.

After looking over the listing once more to ensure that it’s the confirmed option you wanted, you wasted no time to type in your credit card information and waited for the confirmation email to appear in your inbox.

You were definitely going to have fun here.

The moment you stepped in, you were greeted with places like food courts, cafes, an arcade, and lots more. As a person who liked spending time alone, you appreciated how the facilities would keep you busy and not being bored during your stay.

You made your way over to your assigned house. Just when you were footsteps away from it, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a guy lounging on the couch through the large wall sized window that gave a clear view of the living room. Your eyes flicker to the top right of the window where it showed your house number, looking down at your phone to do a double check.

It was your house without a doubt.

Confused as to what was going on in front of your eyes, you decided to head over to the reception to try and ask for assistance. Unfortunately, it wasn’t too helpful.

“Sorry I can’t do anything about it. Fix it yourself.” The young teenage boy said, chewing a gum in his mouth and fully concentrated with whatever he was playing on his phone.

You heaved a quiet sigh. “Can I at least talk to your manager or something? It’s probably a mix up and-”

You stopped when his eyes flickered up, glaring at you intensively. “I already said no. Have a nice day.” He stated, clearly unbothered on doing his job and exiting out of your sight through the staff’s room.

“I swear to fucking God...” You mumbled under your breath. Your eyes went back to your house where you still saw the guy sitting on the couch and minding his own business.

Your feet stood rooted to the ground with your eyes wondering around the place as you tried to figure out a solution. You took in a deep breath. Although this wasn’t what you wanted to do, you had to do it.

You went in front of the glass, his eyes were still on his iPad. You gulped and knocked on the glass. His eyes immediately shot up to the glass door and looked at you.

Awkwardly, you kept eye contact with him. You could have sworn you were in some kind of staring contest for a whole minute. Not getting a response, you reached your hand up to knock once again.

Another moment of silence passed until he stood up and walked to the window, sliding the glass door open.

“Is there something I can help you with?” He raised a brow in question as his hand was still gripped onto the glass.

“Um sorry to bother but this house is actually the one that I booked?” You said, pointing to the number plate without extending your hand out too much. You watched as his forehead creases and a line appearance between his brows.

He glanced down on the floor before flickering his eyes back to you. “But I was the one that booked this house though.”

You bit the inside of your cheek before opening your phone and showing him your confirmation email. He blinked at you. “Wait what the...” He mumbled.

He scratched his head, signalling that he wasn’t sure of what to do as well. He clicked his tongue before saying, “Do you mind if I try to do something about this?” He lifted his phone up. You could only assume that he wanted to call someone to fix this.

“Sure.” You replied with a slight nod.

You decided to sit down on the bench in front of the house and watched making a phone call. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand, waiting for a long while. You were even shocked at the fact that he suddenly started laughing and joking with whoever was on the other side of the line.

Tired of waiting, you stood up and slide the glass door open forcefully, making him turn his head to you at the loud bang the door made.

“Okay I have no idea what you are doing but I’m tired of waiting for your so called discussion. If you want the house, have it. I’ll spend my Christmas somewhere else.” You snarled.

He wasn’t fazed by your sudden explosion of anger, keeping his eyes on you as a wide smirk was made. He whispered something on his phone before ending the call and shoving his phone in his back pocket.

The two of you remained intense eye contact as he slowly walked up to you with folded arms.

“I was about to let you in and share the house with me since I’m alone but apparently your anger seems to be saying that we won’t get along well. I now have a bad impression of you.” He taunted.

Your face immediately went blank as you blinked at him. “Um wait. I’m sorry for that. I need a place to stay for the week so please.” Your tone hinting a sense of begging.

You were certainly unsure of this decision he offered but then again, you thought about your Christmas, and how you wanted to spend it. This was better than nothing.

Without hearing an answer, you whispered a, “Please.” once again.

He sighed lazily and let out a ‘tsk’. “Fine. Come in.”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, proceeding to drag your suitcase in. You noticed that he sat down at the same place on the couch when you first saw him. You decided to seat down as well, leaving a large gap in between the two of you.

“I’m Na Hyunjin.” You introduced yourself, observing the guy head down. You had to admit, he did caught you at first glance. HIs features that intrigued you became more defined and sharp as you looked at him up close. He had a lean and good looking body as well. He wore a white oversized shirt with grey sweatpants that eventuated his body in an appealing way.

“Eric.” He simply replied back. You puckered your lips as the two of you sat there in silence, awkwardly looking at everything else but each other. You were the first to speak up. “How long are you staying here for?” You asked, allowing yourself to get comfortable on the couch.

“A week.” A smiled unexpectedly appeared on your face. You weren’t sure how that sudden soft smile popped up, but you guess it was because you had something to talk about instead of being awkward with each other.

“I’m staying here for a week as well. Actually, why are you spending Christmas alone here?” You tried to carry on with the conversation. You saw him frown slightly, but quickly covered it with a small smile. “Well my girlfriend broke up with me. I only had her since my parents moved to who knows where for years now.” He whispered as he stared at the blank television. He gulped as he took in a deep breath.

“What about you?” He asked, finally turning his head to look at you. Your eyes widened slightly before answering. “I’m away from my parents and I have no one else so I decided to spend my holidays here for the fun of it.” You replied simply with a shrug. “Sorry about your girlfriend though...” You added on.

Eric waved his hand in the air lazily, as if swatting away your words. “I’m not here to be sad so you don’t have to talk about it.”

You nodded immediately and rose from your seat, grabbing your suitcase and pulling to close to you. “I guess I’ll unpack first then.” You announced. He hummed in response, taking his phone out of his pocket and proceeded to play with it.

You got your huge suitcase up to the second floor without a problem. You glanced at Eric who had his eyes on you with his mouth slightly gaped, probably impressed by how much strength you had. You got to the second floor and tried finding an unused room. It wasn’t a surprise to find out that Eric had the largest one.

You peeked inside and saw his belongings that were placed in a way that made his room looked extremely clean and organised. You shrugged and closed the door before finding another room.

It didn’t take you long to pick a room. It was big, but wasn’t as big as Eric’s. But you were fine with it and got in, starting to take your time unpacking.

Absentmindedly leaving your door open, you were playing songs on your phone while you unpacked, vibing and dancing around while you put your stuff in its designated places. You guessed your loud volume and singing overpowered Eric’s voice when you suddenly hear him shouting your name at your door, knocking twice. Your head instantly turned and went to off the song that was playing in the background.

Eric leaned his hip against the door frame, folding his arms while his eyes scanned your room. You would lying if you said he didn’t look good just by standing there.

“I’m about to buy takeout. Do you want anything?” Your eyes immediately widened at his words.

“Excuse me we’re out on a staycation and you want takeout? Let’s just cook something for dinner.” You requested.

Eric glanced sideways as you kept quiet, looking up and thinking about it. “Sure, we can head to the supermarket. I’ll wait for you to get ready then.” He stated. You quickly pulled out whatever’s left in your suitcase and tossing it onto your bed.

While you were sorting out your things, you still felt Eric’s presence and eyes glued to your back. Your turned around with threw him a raised brow. “Are you going to stand there the whole time?”

Eric didn’t reply. You noticed how he was observing you. You weren’t sure of what he was looking for, but suddenly made eye contact with you, boring into your eyes. “No.” He said in a monotone voice before swiftly turning around and going back to his room, hearing the door close.

You let out something that resembled a chuckle by how boring he acted. “He better not be those good looking guys that are cold and distant.” You said to yourself as you stared out to the hall as if Eric was still standing there.

You finally finished packing and grabbed your necessities, walking down the stairs and seeing Eric on the couch once again, this time he had a black hoodie over his white shirt that showed slightly at the end of the hoodie.

You got close to him and poked his shoulder lightly. Without saying a word, he stood up and the two of you went out together and headed to the supermarket.

“Wait, can you even cook?” Eric asked, clearly doubts and uncertainty shining through in his tone. You rolled your eyes and placed a hand on your chest, gasping loudly as you faked a surprised expression.

“You’re going to have to trust my cooking skills since you’re going to be with me for another six days.” You informed him confidently with a shrug as you took a cart and proceeding to take out your phone and headed to your notes app where you had a recipe for pasta in it.

Your eyes scanned down the list and you immediately went to an aisle to search for the ingredients. While you were picking out items off the shelves, you glanced at Eric, who simply followed you behind mindlessly.

You stopped in your tracks and spun around. Due to your sudden action, Eric lost his balance while trying to not bump into you. But instead, he fell forward and immediately supported himself by gripping onto the cart on both sides, trapping you in as the two of you got very close.

You were pretty sure your breathing stopped as you looked into his eyes. The moment went past quickly when he brought himself away from you and stood up straight. “What’s with the sudden stop?” Eric asked, seemingly sounding annoyed.

You let out a quiet laugh. “You don’t seem to be helping me.” You replied with a cocked brow and a slight smile.

Eric shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight onto one leg. “So?” He asked back, tilting his head and copying your expression.

“So get me the rest of the items while I pick out other things that aren’t on the list.” You simply replied, shoving your phone to him. You let him look at the list, his eyes immediately widening. You could tell he looked unsure but he proceeded to look up at you with an arrogant smile. “Alright.”

You chuckled lowly at his confidence and walked away. Obviously you weren’t going to find anything, you just wanted to see how Eric was going to do what he was told.

You kept a large distance between you and him as he grabbed the cart and started strolling around the supermarket. He didn’t pick anything out, constantly looking down at your phone and to the sign above the aisles. You gaped your mouth open in shock when you found him in the chips aisle, grabbing random bags of chips and shoving it into the cart.

You immediately ran up to Eric and grabbed his wrist. He flinched at the sudden contact. “What are you doing?!” You shouted softly, looking down at the cart and seeing three bags of chips.

“I gave up finding what you needed so I went to get chips instead.” He replied nonchalantly, motioning his hand out towards the chips.

You placed a hand on your forehead, facepalming before snatching back your phone and faked an exasperated face. “Go queue up. I’ll find the rest of the ingredients.” You immediately looked down on your phone and dashed away.

You were quick to gather up everything that you needed and headed to the paying area. You widened your eyes when you saw Eric standing in front of the cashier as they started to check out the items one by one. You ran there quickly and dropped the items on the conveyor belt.

“Damn you’re good.” Eric complimented. You looked down and noticed the chips being scanned. “Why are the chips still there?” You questioned.

“Chill i’ll need it in case I want a midnight snack. Oh and I bought sweet drinks too.” Eric pointed his head towards the plastic bag where you saw two big bottles of what seemed to be peach tea.

You sighed and shook your head. “Okay, okay.” The cashier finished checking everything out. Just when you were about to take out your wallet, Eric held your wrist. You jumped at the sudden contact, looking up at him and nodding his head slightly before saying, “I’ll pay.” in the most cliché way possible.

You gulped and forced your hand out of his grip before nodding quickly. Eric paid for the groceries and insisted on carrying it all, though you consistently insisted on at least carrying one bag.

The two of you headed back to the house and placed all the groceries om the kitchen counter. “I’m going to assume you can’t cook so leave it to me and do your own things. I’ll call you when I’m done.” You informed Eric, proceeding to take out the groceries and lining them up on the counter.

Eric only shrugged. You turned your back and began to cook. Though once again, just like when you were in your room, you felt Eric’s presence. Glancing back, you find him playing with his phone while sitting on a chair at the counter.

“What are your plans for the week? You know, if I wasn’t here.” You asked, wanting to strike up a conversation as you kept your back on Eric.

“I would have gone out and have a meal outside. I’d probably spend the week playing at the arcade or the lounge area. Just... exploring the place I guess.”

You hummed, happy with his answer. “Looks like we have a similar plan.”

You didn’t hear Eric reply. A moment went past before you heard him let out a breath. “Why? You want to spend your trip here with me?” Eric asked with a tone of cockiness.

You scoffed and turned around after turning of the heat. “Would you like that?” You tilted your head with a wide grin. You were checking through the drawers to find plates. You heard Eric saying something but you couldn’t hear it since it was overpowered by the clanking of the glass plates.

“What?” You asked again, putting the pasta on the plates and grabbing two forks before bringing your readymade dinner in front of Eric. He glanced down at the meal before looking at you.

“I said I’ll be fine with that.” Eric whispered before digging in with no hesitation. “Holy shit this is good.” He hummed dreamily and he went in for another bite, chewing with a smile as he looked down at his plate. You couldn’t help but find him cute for that.

After the two of you finished your meals, you spent the night in your separate rooms, not a single form of communication was made. That is until you started to suddenly grow hungry at three in the morning and decided to steal some chips that Eric bought from the grocery shopping.

You slid your phone into your sweatpants and opened the door cautiously. Luckily, no sound came from it so you proceeded to walk down the dark hallway where the only place that was lit was the small light at the corner of the living room.

You tiptoed your way down, taking small steps down the stairs till you reached the kitchen. You chose not to turn on the lights because you were afraid it would produce a loud sound that might trigger Eric. You didn’t know if he was a light or heavy sleeper and you didn’t want to take your chances.

You opened the fridge and noticed how one bag of chips was opened. Specifically the spicy flavoured one. You were definitely intrigued by the chips and snatching it immediately.

You made the decision of sitting on the kitchen counter instead of your room so that you wouldn’t need to go back and forth.

While you were munching on the goods, you suddenly heard a loud bang. Your head instantly turned to the direction of the noise, realising it came from the glass door that lead to the backyard where you could get a clear view of the beach.

You squinted your eyes and tilted your head in awe. You didn’t see anyone there. Not being too bothered by it, you went back to reaching your hand into the bag of chips and stuffing it in your mouth.

While chewing, you heard the fridge open. Once again your head turned to the fridge, seeing a large figure standing in front of it.

“Eric?” You called out. He hummed in reply, taking out the large bottle of peach tea and closing the fridge before turning to you.

“Are you that lazy that you couldn’t at least go to the living room and eat instead of sitting on the counter?” Eric held the large bottle in one hand and taking a sip from it, his lips not making contact with the tip of the bottle.

“Yeah, I am.” You absentmindedly did a double take at him, noticing how the figure of his body looked amazing despite it looking like just a shadow in the dark. You looked at down on your phone, continuing to scroll through your socials.

Oddly enough, Eric sat on top of the counter as well, his body getting close to you as he peeked at your phone. Your heart raced at the small amount of space in between the two of you. It felt like the incident at the supermarket but this time, it wasn’t.

“Oh my god he did what?” Eric whispered shockingly, his eyes reading over what was on your phone. You were reading a story from an online website. “I find it funny.” You let out, hiding your soft laugh by covering your mouth with your arm.

“Hurry up and scroll. We need to keep reading this.” Eric whined, slamming the huge bottle on the table lightly.

You dropped the bag of chips beside you and took the drink, proceeding to down a few gulps while your lips made contact with the lid. It was a habit of yours to do that. “Are you saliva cautious?” You asked, completely forgetting that you were sharing the drink with someone.

Eric simply let out a shrug. “I’m fine with it.” Eric proceeded to take bottle back and take another sip.

“What should we do tomorrow? There’s so much to explore...” You suddenly asked as your mind went to the brochure that had a map with all the activities and such that the place provided.

“You got a clear plan?” Eric asked back. You shrugged. Kind of like the same way he did moments ago. “Not exactly.”

“Then we’ll just figure it out on the spot.” Eric answered nonchalantly. “Sometimes it’s nice to head somewhere without a map or destination. Who knows where you’ll end up.”

You let out a soft laugh in response. “That’s sounds... Amazing. But also terrifying.”

“It’s not like you’ll die here.”

“Never thought of you as a deep person...” You mumbled.

“How was that deep?”

“Travelling without a map and not knowing where you’re headed? That’s something deep to think about.”

You paused to think for a moment. “Is this your three in the morning feels or something?” A small smirk appeared on your lips as a brow cocked up.

Eric scoffed, seemingly in denial but quickly grew quiet as he didn’t give an answer until at least twenty seconds later. “Probably because of the reason I came here in the first place.”

You then remembered what he said in the evening about his girlfriend that he broke up with. You slowly nodded your head and frowned, thinking about how you would do the same thing.

“It’s an escape trip.” You stated with a soft sigh. “Don’t worry. I don’t like having people with a negative energy around me. Let’s make this a fun trip.” You nodded with affirmation.

Eric rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he nodded as well.

You woke up peacefully at eleven in the morning. Yes, it was your habit to sleep early and have more hours of sleep than what is considered normal. You were still laying in bed despite being wide awake, rolling around in your bed and playing with your phone. As the clock struck twelve, you finally decided that it was time for you to head down and find something to eat.

You flinched back in shock when you found Eric silently sitting on the couch. It looked like he was going out since he was wearing jeans and a sweater. Once again, his clothes suited his body well.

“Well you look pretty.” Eric greeted, his eyes glued to his phone. You furrowed your eyebrows. He probably saw you come down while you were still half asleep.

“Are you going somewhere?” You asked, rubbing your eyes vigorously with one hand while the other went to the fridge to grab a cup of sweet drink.

“Didn’t we agree to spend time here together? You do realise it’s afternoon, right?” He placed his phone down and looked at me.

You yawned, accidentally but also not. “I am well aware. You’ll have to put up with this.” You took a sip and gulped it down. Before you were going to walk back up to your room, you looked at Eric who had his eyes on you.

“Give me thirty minutes.” Was all you said before heading to your room to get ready.

Since you didn’t want to keep Eric waiting, you quickly showered and threw on wide legged jeans and tucked in a random sweater before putting your necessities in a sling back and went back down.

You went to Eric as waited for him as he stood up as went to the door. You clipped your hair up in a lazy bun as the two of you went out.

Eric shoved his hands in his pockets as he swerved around to look at you. “What should we do first?” He asked, with a gentle and warm smile.

“Let’s go to the arcade.” You replied with excitement, jumping a little in your spot as your finger immediately went up to point at the arcade.

Eric chuckled with a wide smile. A smile that unexpectedly resulted in butterflies fluttering in your stomach. For once you actually felt and understood the feeling that every romance novel expressed.

If you could describe the day you had with Eric in one word, it would be special. The two of you did a lot of things that day. Going to the arcade, having a delicious lunch at a restaurant and discovered one of the few small theme parks they had. Since this was only day two of your stay here, you two decided it would be best to not explore the whole place too quickly.

To your surprise, Eric was way different from when you first met him. He was bright and cheerful as the two of you constantly made jokes and played around like kids. You felt happy to have someone you could enjoy your time with instead of being alone most of the time. It was something new to you grew to love it quickly.

“The sunset is pretty.” You whispered as the two of you sat at a random beach chair, looking out to the far distance where the sun started to set.

Silence filled the space between you and Eric. But this time, the silence was a peaceful one. One where you didn’t feel the need to break the ice like you did when you first met Eric.

“Should we do this everyday?” Eric asked, turning his head from the view and to you. You looked back, answering with a soft smile and nodding your head. “I’d love that.”

As the days went on, you and Eric got close to each other quick. It felt like you instantly clicked with each other despite being different. Seemingly enough, you two followed your plan of exploring the place without an actual idea in mind. And to be honest, you felt extreme happiness. You tried places that you didn’t see before the first time you went to explore and you ended up liking it. You didn’t know whether it was because of the place itself or perhaps having Eric there with you. You liked how Eric was around you. And to be honest, it made your stomach churn, as well as making your cheeks blush a light pink whenever you were with him.

Eric was the same too. You noticed how to would steal glances at you whenever the two of you walked silently and he always had his eyes on you. Though you sometimes caught him looking at you, he brushed it off and made up an excuse to deny it. That was another thing that you grew to like about him.

It was now day six of your trip. You felt as though this trip was ending too quickly and time flew by too fast for you and Eric.

“Hey, do you actually ever believed in the mistletoe thing?” You asked Eric as the two of you walked down a path where there was a mistletoe at the end of it. Once again you have spent your day with Eric well as you surprisingly got through all the activities and amusement parks provided. “I did it with my girlfriend once. Supposedly, it was suppose to mean that the one you confessed to would be with you for a long time. But look at where that got me.”

Well, that answered your question.

“Stop.” You said in a firm tone as you lifted a hand up in front of Eric. He did as he was told, standing in his spot. You moved so that you were standing in front of him, one hand holding his wrist.

Eric was confused by your sudden action despite giving a blank face. “We’re above the mistletoe.” You pointed out, jerking your head upwards. Eric glanced up and hummed in response.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you suddenly went in and give Eric a quick peck on the cheek. You watched Eric’s expression. To be fair, you were just as stunned as he was by what you just did.

He remained silent for awhile, his eyes were widened ever so slightly as he blinked his eyes slowly, looking at you in somewhat a disbelief face. He finally processed the situation and gave a light chuckle. “That was cute.” Eric admitted.

You smiled at his response. You for some reason thought that he would react in a different way. Maybe in disgust or discomfort. But you also felt that you shouldn’t be surprised since the way he treated you throughout the trip has definitely grown to be more affectionate in a romantic manner, to which you reciprocated wholeheartedly.

Surprisingly (but also not), you now found yourself on the bench at the backyard at two in the morning, lightly snowing as you admired the night atmosphere of the beach in front of you, with Eric’s head on your lap while you played with his hair between your fingers. You guessed that you grew physically attracted with Eric as well throughout this week.

“You like my hair that much?” Eric asked, his eyes were closed while he admired your touch, but opened it slightly as he turned his head to look up at you. You let out a quiet laugh and nodded. “It’s soft.” You whispered. “I’m also picking out the snow that’s stuck.”

As you gently brushed strands of hair that covered Eric’s eyes, you couldn’t help but think that you wanted to stay in this moment for a long time. You liked the peaceful atmosphere and scenery to set the tone. And importantly, you liked just being here with Eric.

“You’re pretty.” Eric whispered back after a moment of admiring each other’s faces. “You say that every morning when I wake up with my ugly hair and face.” You whined softly.

Eric let out a low chuckle that never failed to make you feel something. “Because you’re still pretty nonetheless.”

“How should we spend our last day here?”

Eric didn’t reply, his eyes glancing down to your lips for a second before taking in a deep breath.

“Can you extend your stay?”

You were taken aback by his request. But you were thinking the same thing as well. “I’d love to. But we basically explored the whole place. What if we get bored?”

Eric lifted his head up from your lap, his hand extending out to cup your cheek in his palm. With his warm touch, you couldn’t help but smile.

“I don’t care. As long as I get to spend all my time with you.” Eric’s hand swiftly traced your jawline before placing two fingers on your chin, tilting your head down as he went up to place a soft kiss on your forehead, his other hand going up to your hair and seemingly brushing off the bits of snow that laid on your hair

Eric didn’t pull back, his lips still on your skin. You didn’t know how long he was going to stay there, but you made sure to treasure every second of it till he pulled away.

“Then I guess I’m stuck with you for another week.”

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baking cookies with the boyz

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♡ Paring: The boyz x reader ♡Genre: Fluff

Sangyeon:

you had asked him to bake with you when the two of you were doing nothing.

He immediately agreed.

So the two of you got to work in the kitchen.

The kitchen turned into a mess within a few minutes.

The two of you were joking around more with each other than actually baking.

So it took a while for the cookie batter to be done.

While the cookies were in the oven, the two of you cleaned the kitchen.

The cookies turned out great tho.

Jacob:

You had to bake cookies for your nephews birthday.

And you know it was gonna take you a while.

So you called Jacob, asking If he could come help you.

Of course he agreed.

When he arrived you immediately went to work together.

It was quiet between the two of you

Both focused on your task

But you guys enjoyed the quiet atmosphere between you.

When all the cookies were done you hugged your boyfriend.

“Thanks for helping me today. Without you I would still be baking cookies.”

He chuckled and gave you a peck on the lips.

“you know I’m always here to help you.”

Younghoon:

Your boyfriend had called you, begging you to bake him cookies because he was craving them.

At first you declined, not in the mood to bake.

But he kept begging

So eventually you gave in

But on one condition.

“Fine, I will bake them. But, only if you come help me.”

He agreed

“I’ll be there in half an hour.”

And he was there

But he wasn’t much of a help

He kept stealing cookie batter and eating it raw

So eventually you kicked him out of your kitchen, only allowing him back in once the cookies would be finished.

So when you yelled that they were finished he came running in.

After finishing his first cookie he pulled you close to him.

“thanks for baking them, you’re the best.”

Hyunjae:

You were on your period, and craving things

So when you wanted cookies but you hadn’t any, Hyunjae suggested to bake some

The two of you got busy in the kitchen

Both of you were making different cookies

Every time Hyunjae needed something that was standing close to you, he would grab it while pressing a kiss against your cheek.

When the cookies were done the both of you cuddled up on the couch, eating the cookies while watching a drama.

Juyeon:

You were a stress baker

When you were stressed you would bake

And you were currently in the middle of your exams

So your stress level was very high

Which also meant that you had been baking a lot

Juyeon knew this, so he had offered to bake together so the to of you could spend some time together.

While the two of you were baking you were ranting the whole time

But Juyeon didn’t care, he was glad that you could let all your frustrations and anxiety about your exams out

When the cookies were done, you and Juyeon ate them while he helped you study.

Kevin:

You were laying in bed togther

It was 2 am

Scrolling through your phone, you came along a baking video

And that gave you an idea.

“Babe, let’s bake some cookies.”

“Y/N, it’s two am.”

“So? Let’s bake some cookies.”

He agreed and the both of you made your way to the kitchen

Kevin wasn’t really doing much

He was talking to you more instead of helping

“I can’t believe you dragged me out of bed at 2 am to bake some cookies.”

“ Stop whining, it’s not like you were sleeping.”

When the cookies were done you took a plate with you to bed.

The both of you enjoying the cookies together.

“I don’t hear you whine now that you’re eating.”

Kevin just rolled his eyes at you.

New:

You and Chanhee decided that for Juyeons birthday you wouldn’t only give him a present but also make him some cookies.

So the two of you go to work the night before Juyeon’s birthday

The whole time while baking the two of you would joke around

Making jokes to each other and laughing loudly

It took you guys way longer than it was supposed to because of the goofing around

But you guys had fun

And the cookies turned out great

Juyeon (and the rest of the members) were very happy with them

It was early in the morning when the two of you decided to make some cookies

Your parents were coming over later and you thought some home made cookies would be nice to serve along with some coffee

The radio was playing softly in the kitchen while you and Changmin made the cookies

The both of you singing along to the radio

Changmin using the whisk as microphone

Which made you giggle

While the cookies were in the over Changmin pulled you closer to him, dancing with you and the music

These were your favorite kind of mornings

Juhaknyeon:

The both of you were bored

And hungry

So you guys decided to bake some cookies together

It looked like a good idea

But it really wasn’t

The both of you didn’t have a clue about baking

And ruined the first two tries of batter.

The third try was okay

So the cookies went into the oven

The kitchen was pure chaos tho

There were spilled ingredients everywhere.

You and Juhakneyon groaned when you realized you had to clean the kitchen.

“Rock paper scissors, loser has to clean.”

You lost so you had to clean.

Haknyeon was laughing the whole time while you were cleaning.

“you’re the worst, you know.”

“I know you love me.”

Once the cookies were done the two of you ate one

Disgust was written on your faces after the first bite.

“This was so not worth it.”

Sunwoo:

Sunwoo and you decided to do something else instead of always playing games of watching movies while you were together

Baking was one of the things you didn’t need to leave the house for, so you guys decided to do that.

The whole process of making the cookie dough was filled with the two of you playfull bickering.

Once the cookies were in the oven, the two of you decided to take a rest on his bed, with an alarm set of course

But neither one of you heard it

You guys only woke up because of Younghoon walking into Sunwoo’s room

“Were you guys making cookies?”

You and Sunwoo immediately shot up.

“Yeah, why?”

“They’re burnt.”

You and Sunwoo groaned before looking at each other and bursting out in laughter

“of course this happens to us. I was craving some cookies tho.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go buy you some.”

Eric:

Eric had asked you to bake with him.

So you agreed.

The two of you were busy making the bater, standing next to each other and talking.

“Hey babe, look at me.” Eric said.

When you turned around Eric spread cookie batter on your face.

“oh, you did not just do that.”

Eric was laughing loudly.

“I did.”

You threw some flower at him.

And of course he had to do something back

The two of you were laughing hard

Eventually the laughing died down

And you stopped throwing food at each other.

At the end there weren’t made any cookies.

And the two of you spent hours cleaning the kitchen

But it was worth it, you had a lot of fun with your boyfriend.

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jjyusmile · 3 years

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lee hyunjae - above the lights (ft. the boyz)

happy the boyz day!

pairing: hyunjae x {gender-neutral} reader x the boyz as besties

words: 3.9k

warning: mentions of food and drink! light mention of alcohol / alcohol poisoning

note: this is my present for the boyz third anniversary... I was inspired by the berlin boylog and their trip to the christmas markets last december. but I thought it would be cute for all of them to be there heheh! of course, I made it biased and a little romantically fluffy but this is to show my appreciation for all of the boyz! the romance is just to show this is a bec story :’) thank you so much for your support always!!

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stepping out of the restaurant, the chill in the berlin air washed over each of you as you stepped through the doorway onto the cobbled streets. wrapped in puffer jackets and scarves, hoods pulled up to shield your ears from the breeze. you all huddled under the cover that lazed over the shop entryway as rain drizzled from the sky. each of your cheeks tinged pink as the frosty chill nipped at your skin. eventually, warmth cascaded over you as heat radiated off the eleven boys clustered around you in an attempt to figure out where to go next.

as they murmured to each other, scrolling through google maps to gage your whereabouts, you looked up at the bare trees lining the streets. each was draped in strings of lights to the point where you almost forgot they wouldn’t blossom for another few months. the atmosphere surrounding you was festive and cheerful.

“it’s so pretty,” kevin came to stand beside you, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket. you hummed in agreement not taking your eyes off the cascades of red and white that flickered along the street. you hadn’t noticed your hands were shaking from the bitter chill in the air.

you were pulled out of your gaze as elbows rested against your shoulders from behind; the proximity immediately warmed your body through. the comforting scent of your best friend surrounded you; sighing, your hands stilled and you melted into his chest. hyunjae chuckled as his arms came around your waist, pulling you into him. the murmurs became distant while you were distracted by hyunjae whispering close to your ear about how much kevin resembled a grizzly bear in his sherpa hoodie. shy giggles escaped your mouth as your hand shot up to cover your mouth; hyunjae hid his face in the crook of your neck to hide his own laughter.

the group had slowly moved down the street with you and hyunjae trailing behind. it wasn’t unusual. the shy touches followed by playful shoves… it had always been like that. except touches that were once familiar became more intimate. in your eyes, you were no longer just best friends. but you tried to ignore the tingles that ran up your arm when he mundanely passed you your morning coffee; the way he would pull you a little closer when you were all huddled around the small tv in sangyeon’s apartment; when your walks in the park turned into hours of sitting snuggly on a bench under the cherry blossom trees in the spring. the same way, right now, his hand brushed closely against your own. you welcomed the light touches under the chill int he air.

reaching a corner along the streets of berlin, all of you circled tightly around the fold-out map of the city, each one of you nudging the other to get a better look. how could a place so big seem so tiny on the crinkled pages that chanhee held out in front of him? eric closed his eyes and ran his finger in squiggly circles across the landmarks of the city. a squeal clouded your senses the moment changmin noticed eric’s fingertip grazing toward the oversized wooden stall wrapped in colourful lights -- the berlin christmas markets.

in a flash, changmin was running in the direction of the festivities, dragging younghoon by the cuff of his jacket sleeve; the pair were giggling like school children. seeing their energy dawned the realisation that you had been walking around all day -- your feet ached and you were overflowing in the warm vegetable soup you ate… and finished sunwoo’s bowl, too. your sleepy form was close to giving up and going back to the hotel until a figure stepped out in front of you and crouched down. juyeon turned to look at you with warm eyes and tinged pink ears that poked out from under his cap. a slight nudge of his head prompted you to jump on and then you were hugging his back as he carried you down the street. he bent down jokingly to tie his shoelaces with you still on his back. you giggled.

jumping down, rushed with excitement, you didn’t wait for wait from juyeon to finish, you pulled him up with a force that almost tore his arm off. he never got to finish tying his shoes. from behind, hyunjae wandered along the street, helping eric keep his balance as he stepped one foot in front of the other as he grazed the curb of the footpath. but his focus was trailed on you with a shy smile on his face. he couldn’t pinpoint what had shifted and when it did -- but something had definitely changed.

you skipped toward the rest of the group as you entered the markets, dragging juyeon in tow and immediately linking arms with sangyeon. he pulled you toward each stall that grasped your attention. the image of haknyeon trying to ensure the strings of cheese didn’t escape his mouth left you in a fit of giggles. the way these boys interacted with each other was like you were a big family. at one point, kevin gathered everyone in to fit on the tiny screen of his phone, your head squished under hyunjae’s arm as it wrapped around you to lift you up high enough to get in frame. a bundle of hysterics soon followed.

the stalls that lined each side of the market were flooded with smiles and families rushing around to get a glimpse of everything. the tree that perched at the center of it all loomed over you with flecks of gold as the sun began to set. each bauble glistened under the streams of sunlight that reflected against them. specks of light danced across the stalls. the market became too crowded for the group to stick together, you decided to meet back at the tree at 10pm. hyunjae ducked down quickly to kiss your temple with a whispered “see you later” moments before he headed off in the opposite direction without sparing you a glance; juyeon and younghoon were already aiming at targets in a competition to win the abnormally large stuffed panda. the action left you slightly disorientated as you stared at his retreating figure, all bundled up warm in his oversized puffer jacket that he always joked could fit you as well. distracted, haknyeon wrapped his finger around yours to drag you toward the stall filled with an array decorations.

changmin grazed his hand along the ornaments that dangled in rows along the walls. he picked up a snowglobe from the bottom shelf and eyed it carefully.

“something has changed, hasn’t it?” he asked, not takng his eyes off the glittering flecks that danced around the ornament as he shook it delicately.

the question startled you, a sharp inhale could have been heard from a mile away. you played with the sleeves of the jumper hyunjae had lent to you that poked out of your coat. “what do you mean?”

he directed his attention toward you as haknyeon stepped beside him, voicing his thoughts for him. “you’re not just… you two anymore. you’re… you two.”

a roll of changmin’s eyes met with a chuckle at hak’s choice of words -- ever ominous with next to no clarification.

you, on the other hand… you stood there unmoving. had things changed? they must’ve done for others to notice. hyunjae had become more public with his subtle flirting -- but didn’t he do that with everyone? you had always been close, closer than everyone else in the group… it was only natural that these moments happened every so often, right? but they weren’t every so often anymore, the voice in the back of your mind shattered any excuse you attempted to make. now that you thought about it, this was one of the first moments since you began your trip around europe that you were without hyunjae by your side. your mind drew back to the last moments you saw him. hiding his smile in the crook of your neck. a kiss to your temple. your eyes squeezed closed as your heart squeezed harder in your chest.

changmin noticed the change in your moon and diverted his attention quickly to the precious decoration that he shook a little harder between his hands -- flickers of glitter and fluorescent snow swooshed around the tiny bubble. “I think I’ll buy this one.”

you were glad for changmin’s thoughtfulness -- he always understood. the conversation had diverted from you sooner than it started.

it was only when you you found yourself in line for mulled wine beside kevin that you let your thoughts slip away. he had found you wandering the stalls alone when you lost the giddy twosome to the hook-a-duck game. and now your hands were stuffed into the pockets of sangyeon’s jacket as you leaned your head on his shoulder... chanhee did the same on the other side. the temperature had dropped significantly as the sun had completely set over berlin; you noticed the puffs of condensation that left sangyeon’s mouth in clouds of fog as he zipped his leather jacket up and over his chin. his bright smile was lit up against the strings of lights along the mulled wine stall. glancing sideways, jacob wasn’t too far away, snapped pictures of the decorations and families celebrating the festivity.

the front of the queue couldn’t have come fast enough -- it felt like hours before kevin stood at the small window in the stall ordering two mugs of red and two of the ‘white angel’… it was jacob that persuaded you against the red, reiterating that you were, in fact, an angel like him.

“but we have to match!” his giddy smile reached from ear to ear-- it was too cute to turn down. you weren’t much of a drinker, apart of the odd party that the boys used to hold at one of their apartments. those nights ended in hyunjae or a very reluctant juyeon holding your hair away from your face as the events of the night came back to bite you.

“fine,” you playfully rolled your eyes as you nudged his shoulder. he came over to rest his head against your own shoulder as chanhee stole sangyeon for himself.

an extra large stein of mulled wine was placed in your hands by kevin. it felt like you had been handed the mug of a giant, it being bigger than your own head; you had to use both hands to clutch around the sides, the warmth a welcoming feeling. you noticed, as you went to draw your first sip, that the mug was decorated in silver flecks as the words ‘white angel’ flicked in cursive against the liquid; your eyes drew back to jacob who grinned at you with a wink.

you didn’t miss sangyeon coaxing chanhee into trying a sip. his sweater paws gripped at the bottom of the stein as he tipped the liquid toward his mouth, sangyeon holding the burgundy liquid to make sure chanhee didn’t take an unfair shre. a loud bellow erupted from your stomach when chanhee’s expression morphed from curiosity to sheer disgust at the kitten lick of a sip he had taken. he turned to glare at you while taking the bottle of water from jacob’s rucksack to wash away the taste.

“I told you -- I don’t drink!” he exclaimed, playful eyerolls could be seen from left and right, even strangers in the queue enjoying the show.

“it’s not like we held you hostage and forced you to try it!” sangyeon countered, taking a large slurp from his drink. his eyes crinkled in slight disgust before his eyes widened as he stared at the liquid with fascination. a light giggle bubbled in your throat as you went to take a sip of your own.

you were perched on the end of a wooden table beside the tree, knees drawn to your body as you clutched the quickly evaporating warmth in the mug. you hadn’t even saved any for hyunjae. of course your thoughts would go straight to your best friend. you smitten fool.

your eyes became heavy with drowsiness as you watched kevin take pictures by the tree. they had found changmin and haknyeon as they wandered around aimlessly, stuffing their faces with powdered sweets. haknyeon stretched his arm out slightly to hold a candied strawberry in front of your face; your eyes widened slightly at the site and you took the sweet gratefully as he skipped back to the boys. the muffled silence drowned you as you sat by yourself, chin perched against your palm. you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander to the boys that brightened your days.

in the distance, you noticed juyeon and younghoon giggling at the same game they hadn’t left since you arrived. not far behind them were eric and sunwoo; the redheaded boy looked around as if there were stars in his eyes… hood up to brace his features from the cold. eric chatted excitedly in his ear about one of his old family christmas traditions but his attention was focused on the strings of warm lights that hung above. distracted, you didn’t notice the first few toasted chestnuts that headed in your direction. it wasn’t until one landed softly in your lap, your gaze wandered your surroundings to find its owner. the rest of the boys were crowded around the tree, gleefully grinning as jacob captured their gentle expressions on his camera. kevin held his wine in front of the tree, phone camera at the ready to snap the perfect shot. but, none of them wanted your attention. your gaze shifted to the left where you noticed a familiar figure hiding behind the candy floss stall.

you were drawn in that direction.

you knew it was him before you even saw his face.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” you shouted, pretty much into the void, at the group. a barely visible thumbs up came from sangyeon who’s attention didn’t falter from the camera.

a chuckle escaped your lips as you wandered slowly toward the hidden rascal. he was delicately removing the shell of the next chestnut. you snuck up behind him, a cheeky grin washed over you automatically as a plan formulated in your head. tip toeing forward, your fingers stretched out as you neared his hoodie clad back, the fabric resting lightly against the top of his head. a quick countdown found you clinging tightly onto his back in an attempt to frighten him; a yelp sounded from your best friend as he dropped the remaining chestnuts from his clutches.

his hands flew up to clasp around your wrists. you didn’t miss the way his tense form faded away the moment he inhaled… did he recognise your scent? the same way you did his…

“you got me.”

his eyes crinkled as his head turned to face you, a smirk forming on his lips. the moment his eyes laid on your own they glistened in the most overwhelming way. each time you looked at him, with your face in such close proximity, you couldn’t help but feel warmth spread through your veins.

“I got you…” an intensity clouded his irises like the sweetest chocolate. your words had more of an impact than you had originally implied.

steadily, you unclasped your wrists from hyunjae’s warm fingers as you stepped down, feet placed firmly on the ground as you shyly grinned up at him.

“hi,” you chriped, the smile not leaving your lips for a moment.

“hey,” he whispered, eyes melting into yours.

without much thought, he intertwined your fingers snuggly with his own. leading you behind the stalls and into the unlit alley. you knew by the confidence in his walk that he had a plan up his sleeve. trailing behind him, your gaze was fixed on the smile that hadn’t left his lips. you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the idea that he was enduring a similar inner conflict to your own. you weren’t just best friends any more.

you approached a dark, abandoned stall with a small ladder leading up to the roof. he stopped abruptly and looked down at you expectantly. his eyes flicked up to the roof and back to you… after you, his eyes said. his hands gripped lightly at your waist as he helped you up the ladder, fingers grazing delicately at the tshirt that rode up along with your sweater… his sweater.

it was the little things by now. years of small gestures that lit up the blood in your veins added fuel to the fire.

he wasn’t far behind you as you settled in, feet dangling over the edge of the unfinished stall, hyunjae settling closely beside you. your knees knocked against his, whether it was on purpose or not was a question left unanswered.

your eyes took in the sight before you; smiling children stuffing their faces with bratwurst, couples snuggled cosily in their pods on the ferris wheel -- the prime spot for a romantic evening -- and then your best friends. your eyes fell on all of them, messing around with eyes lit up like children on christmas morning. a smile washed over you subconsciously. they were the loves of your life -- every single one of them.

but your face was burning. the person that stole your heart without even realising wasn’t focusing on the flickering lights from below. a golden haze washed over his face, his features accentuated under the shadows. his eyes were boring into your own -- your skin of your cheeks could’ve melted at the intensity. his eyes were full of musical wonder.

“hey,” he whispered, again, face crinkling as his smile met his eyes.

“you’ve said that already,” you taunted, cheekily. a nudge against his shoulder to accentuate your joke.

“I know,” he paused. “my mind can’t come up with much more right now. I’m a little breathless.”

“right!” your focused drifted toward the festivities below you. “isn’t it incredible!”

it was his turn to pause. his fingers reached for your hand, intertwining with your own as he drew them into his lap. “yeah… it is.”

his tone brought you back to reality. you were sat here side by side, fingers intertwined delicately as his thumb grazed over the back of your hand. you noticed him exhale a shaky breath. your free hand lifted to brush the fallen strands away from his eyes as the wind blew softly. before you could withdraw your hand, hyunjae quickly clasped your wrist, pulling you closer to him, your noses brushing.

“jae?” it was your turn to release a shaky breath. you had tiptoed over “the line” for years now -- subtle touches, flirty jokes and much needed cuddles. but you had never been in this close... close enough to see the delicate bead of sweat that formed on the side of his neck. the lights from below highlighted his cheekbones in a subtle glitter.

he hummed in response, his attention focused not on your eyes, not on the fair below, but on your lips. his own plump lips forming a pout in temptation.

“jae…” you tried again.

his eyes fluttered closed at the plead in your voice. you didn’t know yourself whether it was an attempt to stop him, or, more likely, an urge for him to continue.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was strained, his fingers squeezing a bit tighter to reassure him that just because he closed his eyes, it doesn’t mean you disappeared.

you gravitated toward him. it wasn’t the holiday season, it wasn’t the subtle loneliness that sat with you throughout your unclaimed adolescence. you were never alone, because he was always there. even though it had shifted from being platonic, despite your hesitance, he was the one who you were drawn to no matter what.

his sweet gestures held more weight now. the way his eyes poured into yours lit a bundle of nerves that sat close to your stomach, releasing butterflies each time his eyes flickered between your own.

“don’t apologise,” your own eyes closed for a moment, inhaling deeply.

a brush of his nose against yours drew you back to reality, your eyes shooting open, blinking rapidly as your heart jolting in your chest. his breath fanned against your lips, your own doing the same.

a smile washed over his lips, eyes crinkling. “did you drink?”

“blame kevin, he bought it.”

he let out a chuckle as he nuzzled his nose against yours once more. comfort washed over you as you inhaled his warm scent, hints of cinnamon and musk.

“I’ll remember to thank him.” his smile was permanent now, it wasn’t disappearing for good.

“thank him?” you questioned, eyebrow quirking. the proximity heating your cheeks by the minute.

“I don’t think you would’ve agreed to have been here with me right now if you didn’t have a little liquid luck.”

you hummed, a giggle greeting your lips as they brushed over his. his eyes hadn’t flickered from your lips, waiting for the perfect moment. but as the wave of confidence took over, he realised that any moment with you was the perfect moment. as long as you were there, it would always be perfect.

he closed the small space and captured your lips with his in a delicate kiss. emotions that you had both swallowed throughout your friendship poured into it with such intensity it made your head spin. his head titled to deepen the kiss, his arms sliding up as his palm cupped your jaw tenderly, yours wrapping around his neck; your thoughts couldn’t wander far from your reality. as he pulled you to fit snuggly against him, your body moulded perfectly against his. his once cold fingers now sparked at each touch against your skin.

he pulled away for a moment only to place gentle kisses along your jawline to the sweetspot below your ear. he peppered kisses on every feature that he loved about you, careful to remember that you were still in the public eye, even though you were flying high in the sky at this moment. his forehead pressed against yours as he sighed in content. the moment you had been waiting finally became a reality; your hands coming up to hold his face in your hands, echoing his sigh.

your thoughts drew back to the inquisition of changmin and haknyeon earlier this evening, “they were right.”

he drew back slightly, careful not to let your palms drop from his face, with a questioning eyebrow raise, “who was right?”

you grinned widely at his jealous tone as you pulled him back in for another kiss. faint echoes cheers came from below as you moved away from his lips to find the commotion. your best friends were pointing and brightly squealing at what they had just witnessed, beaming smiles prevalent on all of their faces. a low groan escaped hyunjae’s throat as he attempted to hide in the crook of your neck, a familiar feeling washing over you as the shy smile made its way back onto your lips.

it didn’t stop his fingers from intertwining with your own again, though. and once the commotion had subsided, he pulled out a festive box filled with heart shaped chocolates, popping one into his mouth before giving in at your childish pout.

neither of you had felt as whole as you did in that moment... just above the lights.

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TO. the boyz

thank you for everything. you are the best thing that ever happened to me -- you are the reason I smile daily, along with so many other theb. you are a family that welcomes anyone with open arms. I hope it stays this way forever.

you deserve every happiness and I hope you know how much you mean to us all. always remember deobis love you.

I love you all so so so much.

A/N: thank you for celebrating the boyz third anniversary with me! I hope you enjoyed :’)

#오래도록_빛날_더보이즈의_3주년 #3YearsWithTHEBOYZ @WE_THE_BOYZ @Creker_THEBOYZ

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t3kandson · 2 years

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Double Death

Wordcount; 1,851

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Sohn Eric & Reader X Kim Younghoon

Character; Sohn Eric, Kim Younghoon, Lee Sangyeon, Lee Juyeon, Lee Hyunjae, Kim Sunwoo, Moon Kevin, Bae Jacob, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin & Ju Haknyeon

Warning; angst, temporary deaths of major characters, violence and fire

Notes; Chapter 12/14 of part three of Immortal Betrayal, Earlier parts and chapters found here

Hayoon hugged into you as your brain tried to understand what was being said. Your head hurt, All those times you thought Kevin was helping you when you was helping him protect his granddaughter. How did you never notice the slight hint of mint in her scent that matched his? You recalled her perfect features in your mind, they had never left yours and it was easy to see she had the Moon eyes. The signs was all their from him, taking her away to train her, knowing her ability’s as a hybrid, and dashing her away at the first sign of trouble when Dade arrived. He knew Dade would have sensed her true identity just like Kwan just had. The pain he felt at her death was also unusual when he was normally the strong unreadable member of your clan. But what also caught your surprise was he was a Hybrid, for someone that was suppose to be good at mood control, how had you not felt his mood as a hybrid? “She’s here isn’t she?” you heard Eric ask breaking you from your thoughts.

Eric jumping as his eyes shot to the empty space between you as he searched painfully around. Kevin walked towards you both, his hands reaching out, your eyes blinked when Y/N appeared, standing between you and Eric. Seeing her in the flesh choked you as Hayoon gripped your waist harder as she took on her old friend. “Y/N,” you gasped, her eyes finding yours and smiling her beautiful smile. “Hi Hooney,” she said, using your pet name as kids. “How?” You choked out. “Magic obviously,” Eric scoffed, snatching her attention back, his jealousy biting. “Look we haven’t got time, I don’t know how long I have,” she said looking around the room and facing Kevin. “What do we do?” Sunwoo trembled, “She’s too powerful,” Haknyeon cried. “Eric has to kill her,” Y/N said looking at him, “How?” he cried out. “Your know when it’s time but you can’t spill any blood,” she replied. “Because your need every drop to bring me back,” she added, Eric nodded gulping, you could hear panic rush through him. Y/N locked eyes with Kevin, you knew they was silently communicating.

“You all have to be brave, but know when that shield goes down I’ll be their with you,” she said smiling at everyone her eyes could wash over. “I know the losses already bared are painful, but anyone who died at her hands, I’ll bring back when she dies,” she shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. “Anyone that wasn’t already a hybrid,” she added looking between Kevin and Eric. “So please, keep safe,” she pleaded. Her hands leaving Kevin’s to hold on to yours, your body jolting at the touch, the feeling of her skin back on yours, pulsating electricity. “Y/N,” you choked before she disappeared.

Her words did what they was meant to, rallying every one. Eric and Kevin would stay out the fight to avoid injury to enable them to take Kwan out. Kevin dashing to his potions using his remaining magic to create a filter on You. You had offered to pretend to be Eric, you had felt his mood, tell his story, you was convinced you could portray him.

You all walked outside to the shield you touched it, just as Eric and Kevin hiding behind the young vampires brought it down. “Come to play have we daddy?” Kwan said walking to him, excitedly twiddling her fingers in the air as she walked towards you the every piece of crazy you had vibed.

She lifted her hands, shrilling the air as her army charged around you, the field full of scuffles, screams and cry’s.

You remained still as she approached you as Eric said she would. Her fingers stroking your face, her fangs engaged as she looked at you heatedly as she bit into your neck, grabbing your ass as she pulled you in. Hayoon In a jealous rage threw herself in your direction, Kwan anticipating her move. Her hand wrapping around her neck as she crushed it, Hayoon’s whimpers echoing as your heart fell watching her lifeless body fall to the ground, greying as death greeted her.

Kwan laughed at your reaction as she grabbed your body twisting you as she pulled you into her. Her hands resting around your own neck, “Did you think you could fool me Younghoon? Not just do you not taste like Eric, but I don’t smell that powerful Eric and Y/N connection on you. Shame you know she’s going to pick him right,” she cooed in your ear as her teeth re attacked your neck, her hands tightening around your throat as she got lost in the suckling of your blood. Y/N was standing in front of you, her face pained as she watched Kwan tighten her grip throwing you in the black hole you knew was death.

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Watching Younghoon’s body fall to the floor, collapsing on Hayoon broke you, your knees buckled. You gently sobbed, “it’s ok remember what Y/N said,” Jacob whispered into your ear as he bent down to console you. You heard that deafening horrifying glee from Kwan hit your hearing. Jacob gulped as she made her way towards you both, she had read Jacob’s thoughts, Younghoon and Hayoon would be brought back when Y/N comes home, their death wasn’t permanent.

“Do you think you could all take me out?” she chuckled as one of her newborn vampires bit in to Jacob’s neck as he buckled to the tightened grip she had round his chest. Kwan kneed down to face him as you heard his ribs shatter in the newborn vampire’s tight grip. “She’s my first born, isn’t she so strong, especially for someone as old as you,” she chuckled as his cry’s curdled the air.

The scenery all to familiar how bad five years could not make a difference, just this was a new enemy. Your fist balled to swing for her, knowing it’s would no doubt cost you your life. But the shrills hitting the air came from the young vampire as she fell into Jacob who fell onto the floor whimpering. Hyunjae was standing their, his face full on anger when his eyes locked with Kwan. He Smirked at Her shocked and startled expression which encouraged Hyunjae to run as fast as his vampire legs could take him, Kwan following not long after. One of her army yanked your head back, her fangs scratching your face as she misjudged her attempt to suckle. It gave you time to drag her arm towards you snapping it, your hands breaking her necks as she fell to the floor.

You dusted yourself off when you heard Sunwoo’s voice reach you, “Chanhee behind you.” You spun to face a male, full of dreadlocks and much stronger and bigger then you, you gulped as he made his steps towards you. You knew you couldn’t escape him so closed your eyes awaiting his anger to backlash on your body.

Instead he stood between you and some of Kwan’s army, snapping their necks around you. You blinked was he one of Eric’s Army? Or one of Kwans that turned? “Thanks,” you blushed, he too blushed in response and helped you to fight Kwan’s army off, body’s falling to the floor around you in an impressive collection.

Kwan twisted to face him and changed her direction from Hyunjae towards him. Her stomps vibrating the floor from her anger as she got close, she smirked tilting her head, “ooh naughty boy with those naughty thoughts,” she said winking at him. You froze to her comments, what naughty thoughts? “Mummy might have to punish you Yun,” she said bending her fingers back clicking the air as she did. Her hands building a fire between them, you had seen this trick once this night already. As the flames was sent it became aware who’s direction was being sent to hit and it was yours. Changmin pushed you out the way to take the flames, the death intended for you, but Yun covered you both. His cry’s making the floor shake as he slowly fell to the floor in a fiery shrill of tears to the pain, your throat choked hearing his cry’s.

“Dang remind me not to make a strong but soft hearted human again,” she tutted before refocusing on you again. “Oh aren’t you pretty, I can see why you gave him them naughty thoughts now,” she said as she moved closer. “Maybe I can find a way to make you mine, theres a spell I’ve always wanted to try,” she giggled as her fingers stroked your face. “Would you like that? it won’t hurt, well it will, just a little, but it be worth it,” she giggled. Your stomach rumbled from feeling nauseated, why would you want to be near the ugly likes of her? you wasn’t Eric. “Ooooooooh Chanhee that hurts my feelings,” she said sarcastically as her hands pulled you closer by your collar, you gulped at the closeness. Just as you was prepared for her to take you out you heard Eric’s voice behind you.

“Oh come on Kwan, picking on the pretty boys beneath you, you know it’s me you want,” he said winking at her. Her face stopped, before redirecting her gaze back at you as she licked a strip, her wet tongue hitting part of your lips. She turned towards Eric smelling the air around, her eyes raised as she made slow steps so that she was just inches from him. “Why would I want you,” she scoffed, “Because only I can do those things to you,” he smirked, “Because I created you that’s a bond nothing can break,” Eric said proudly. “You mean like Y/N and Younghoon,” she chuckled in response. He gritted his teeth, “yes if you say so,” he said, his face unreadable. Eric got closer to her, “Kwan I order you to give me your blood,” Eric said using blood control. She giggled, “oh Eric that almost worked but your daddy bond isn’t as strong as my magic, you can’t control my mind,” she laughed, his face looking a little lost. “Is this it? the big fight, now some little birdie told me something really cool,” she added, her fingers stroking down his chest. She pulled him towards her twisting him like Younghoon moments earlier. Your eyes widened unlike Younghoon, he wouldn’t be able to come back. Her arms tightened around his chest, like Jacob’s, squeezing his ribs as they broke, his whines hitting the air. “Please don’t,” you cried rushing towards them. “A little birdie told me that you can’t come back from the dead like the others,” she giggled as she lifted his body, like it was lightweight. She snapped him in half as she picked up some flames in her hands, hitting them at his corpse as it burned.

She killed Eric, unlike Y/N he couldn’t come back,” it meant all this was for nothing. You fell to the floor your knees buckling as you sobbed.

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hi dana.. if it’s possible can i request some angsty wangsty based on niki la la lost you with eric🥺 and ughh i really love your writing like crazyyyyy

♥ title: la la lost you in april [also part of @sunlightwoo ‘s 12 Months I Loved You collaboration project]

♥ member: tbz eric

♥ genre: f2l, ex! eric x fem! reader, model! eric [SFW!]

♥ warnings: swearing, some mentions of sex [like, once i think]

♥ wc: 3.4k

♥ a/n: sis when i first heard the song I absolutely loved how you used 'angsty wangsty' so I hope this one does it for you the way you imagined it <3 [fyi i wrote it in like, a camcorder recording audio format which is something i’m trying out so please hmu on whether it’s difficult to read/understand!]

[REC: APRIL 2, 2019 - 6:39PM] SOLO LOG #1

Are you seeing this? This is the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen. I gotta get a shot of this-

Hey! Hey! I could help you take a picture with the sunset if you want to!

Oh! Would- Would you? That’d be great!

Of course!

...

Here. Is it alright?

Yeah, yeah, it’s cool! Thank you so much!

Are you recording something? Is it a- Are you vlogging? Are you a vlogger?

Yeah, no... I’m actually on a solo trip for a bit.

Oh, where are you from?

Just the next state.

Ah! You’re taking a break off... life then? I assume? Sorry if that came out weird.

No! No no! It’s alright! Yeah, I just needed a short break from... y’know, school and everything. My semester ended pretty early on so I took the chance to come out here and... see some new sights, meet some new people.

I get that. Well, for a start, what’s your name?

Oh, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you! And you?

I’m Eric.

[REC: APRIL 4, 2019 - 10:34PM] SOLO LOG #2

It is the 4th of April, 2019. I know, I know, I’m meant to do a daily vlog for all the 50 days I’m here but... it’s been... wow. Um... so I met Eric, the first day I touched down. The beach is just, about a 10 minute walk down and the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous. But uh... call me a fool and say that I’m living in the clouds but- what are the chances?

He’s funny, he’s such a great person to be around with y’know? Never a moment of like, awkwardness or stress and my God, look at me talking about a boy like that, though I met him 2 days ago.

...

Um, he’s a freelance model. For those freelance shoots by UNIQLO or Target or something and he complains about the pay sometimes, but he looks good infront of a camera, so he’s... actually the one who won at life, really.

I’m not seeing him soon because he’s got a shoot out of town and he’ll be back next week. But I did get his number and he’s been texting me since.

...

Wouldn’t it be funny if we end up together and then I have this whackass of a reel to show him? Jesus... I need to stop getting ahead of myself here. Freakin’ living in the clouds, aren’t I?

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and see if I can get my weird projector shit up and working. See you.

[REC: APRIL 7, 2019 - 5:14AM] SOLO LOG #3

It is... 5am... uh, April 7th- and I was just binging FRIENDS through the night, waiting for the sunrise before I get some shut eye and then... Eric just asked me out. Oh my God! Um, he’s coming back this Thursday and I’ll go see him at the airport before we go get dinner.

It was really funny ‘cause he had to wake up early for a shoot today and so his day has just begun but mine’s coming to an end and I just- I’m rambling so much, it’s kinda- it’s kinda sad, isn’t it?

I think I’m too happy to sleep right now so I’m just gonna text him some more before the sun rises- oh! He replied!

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and finish up this last episode before sleeping. Hopeful I can sleep. Bye!

[REC: APRIL 11, 2019 - 4:28PM] SOLO LOG #4

I am on my way out right now to go meet Eric at the airport, and I’m... it’d be an understatement to say that I’m excited. I know I’ve only known him for like, 2 days before he left but... I miss him. Is that possible? Missing someone despite knowing them for 2 days?

Anyway, I gotta go. Don’t wanna be late to see him.

[REC: APRIL 13, 2019 - 10:23AM] SOLO LOG #5

Oh! Is that what you had-

Yeah! It’s the same camera!

What are you vlogging for, actually? Like-

Nothing, really. It’s just for my own usage-

Wait, you didn’t like set that up last night while we-

Oh, God, no! Who do you think I am?

I don’t know, I mean, we’ve known each other for... is it two weeks-

Just under two weeks-

Jeez-

I know, I know, oh my God.

...

I don’t regret it though. Yeah, like- I don’t really go down to the beach that often in the first place and it just- it just so happened that you were there that day and I saw you struggling with this old thing-

I was not struggling!

Yeah you were!

I wasn’t-

I’m kidding! Gosh, you’re so cute.

...

Are you gonna have the camera recording while this carries on?

I forgot it was on-

One day we’re gonna accidentally make a sex tape-

Eric!

[REC: APRIL 17, 2019 - 1:15AM] SOLO LOG #6

-ould you pass me the hot water?

Mm? What?

The kettle over on the counter. Careful, it’s hot. Yeah, thanks.

Do you need help with-

It’s just instant noodles, sweet. Doubt I need a diploma for this. You’re recording again?

Yeah, does it bother you?

No, no, ‘course not. Though that means I can’t really do whatever I want to now.

What does that mea-

...

I can... still taste that bit of milk tea you had just now-

Could you tell it’s zero sugar?

I don’t think that matters, it’s still sweet and not great for your health to have that so much.

Aw, and yet you’re the one who suggested noodles at this timing, yeah?

You were hungry too!

...

Here, it’s done. Help me get the bowls?

Did you even wash these?

Yeah, I did. If you don’t trust me, you can run them under the water for a bit.

Mhm. Here.

If it’s not enough, we can call for Macs.

Y’know, I’ve never had Macs past midnight back at home.

What? Really? Well, when you get back in May, would you try?

Yeah, why not? Maybe I’ll do that when I’m back in school.

...

What date is it today?

April... hold on, um, 17. Careful, that’s hot.

...

When are you leaving again?

May 22.

Are you planning on coming back anytime soon after?

I don’t know. I have school to worry about and the only other time I can come back’s probably during winter break in November.

...

I won’t be around in November.

Mm? Why not?

I’m moving.

To where?

I’m not sure yet, but I need to move depending on whether I get it and where the shoot’s at.

Shoot? It’s a big project, huh?

Yeah, it’s- it’s a pretty big deal.

...

I’ll- Let me just go and...

[REC: APRIL 20, 2019 - 7:49PM] SOLO LOG #7

-idn’t have to!

No, c’mon! It’s such a great time to get this on camera! Come on, tell us what just happened!

Well, I just scored a huge model contract with Calvin Klein - in Manhattan.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m so fucking proud of you, oh my God! Can you believe it-

No, fuck off, I can’t either!

Oh! Calvin Klein!

...

I swear, you’re an angel sent to me-

Fuck off!

I’m serious! it’s so timely- I just can’t- I’m just so happy to have met you.

...

Well, you heard it first here, ladies and gentlemen. Eric Sohn is a new model for Calvin Klein - Manhattan.

[REC: APRIL 21, 2019 - 12:40PM] SOLO LOG #8

It is 12.40pm... April 21st, 2019. I’m finally back in my apartment after crashing at Eric’s for the last... 10 days? I think it was 10 days. My clothes were running out and I didn’t want to hike up his water bills so I just came back and- y’know did my own laundry.

...

Well, it’s- it’s been an absolute dream. The last thing I expected to... have, or meet? Here, is Eric. Um, but I know I’m probably going to regret this. Especially when May 22 comes. Uh... this is... it’s real bad. I mean, we’re great, y’know? But... it’s bad, because I know it’ll hurt. Like a bitch. When my time here is up, and I gotta go back to my reality, and Eric’s gotta stick to his.

We haven’t really talked about it. May. I don’t think he wants to, and I don’t think I want to either. 50 days is too short. Either that, or I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone to the beach that day, in that hour.

...

I just wish we had more time. I wish 24 hours were... maybe about 100 seconds more per minute. Does that make sense? 160 seconds per minute. Then again, I don’t think that’d solve my problem. I’ll still be on a ticking... time bomb.

...

I know I shouldn’t say this. I know I can’t. I know I can’t afford to. But... I... I love him. I love Eric. With every... bit of me. It’s so... disgustingly cliché, but I feel so... comfortable with him. There’s really nothing we’d fight about, and even if we disagreed on something, we’d play it off like a debate, then forget about it the next day.

...

I love him. I do. And I’m going to regret this later. Without a doubt.

...

[REC: APRIL 27, 2019 - 2:02AM] SOLO LOG #9

-ou can see the stars?

I don’t know, that’s why I’m trying, sweet.

...

Can you see them?

Yeah, maybe if I just turn this ISO- Oh! I can kinda see the North Star-

Oh! Yeah, you can! It’s really feint though.

Right.

It’s okay, we can just lay it down here-

On the grass? Will your camera be fine?

Yeah, yeah, or else you can just put in on top of my bag- here.

...

Here, can you see me? Am I in frame?

Yeah, you’re in frame.

Okay, great. Now get over here!

...

I can taste the smoothie you had just now.

Too sweet?

A little.

...

Oh my God! Put me down! Oh- not there! It’s ticklish- AHHHHH!

...

y/n, I have something to tell you.

Mm? What is it?

...

Hello? Earth to Eric?

I... I love you. So much... and I can’t bear to see you go in May.

Oh, Eric...

No, I- I don’t want you to stay- or even think about it, ‘cause, you have your priorities and I have mine y’know...

Mhm.

I just... I just wished we had more time.

I do too. I really do.

...

Eric?

Hm?

I love you too.

...

[REC: MAY 1, 2019 - 4:23AM] SOLO LOG #10

1st May. 4...30? Am? I believe. Um, Eric’s sound asleep in his bed and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do a log.

...

I have... 3 weeks left. 4 weeks have gone past just like that, and I don’t know what to think about it. I came for a 50-day retreat. No stress, just myself and peace and quiet and tranquility and yet-

...

I- I don’t know if I can do this.

...

[REC: MAY 7, 2019 - 3:58PM] SOLO LOG #11

So, Eric’s in shoot right now and I’m on the way into the studio with some donuts and coffee to surprise him. I called his manager and asked if it was okay so- I’m pretty psyched to see his workspace.

...

Hi, I’m y/n, I’m here to visit Eric?

Ah, okay! Hold on, let me just get you signed in with the pass-

Count me in!

You sure? This Saturday at the prep-party?

Yeah- Oh!

Eric!

y/n! What are you doing here?

I wanted to surprise you. Am I... interrupting anything?

Oh, not at all!

You must be y/n! Eric’s told me so much about you!

Did he? And you are...?

I’m Chelsea! I’ve been attached to the same Calvin Klein contract he recently got, so you could say we’re colleagues!

Well, nice to meet you! Oh, right, these donuts and coffee are meant for you guys actually!

Oh! You’re too kind! Eric, you’re such a lucky man.

I know, she’s just... everything.

Anyway, thank you so much for these. I’ll bring them back down to the studio for the crew to share. But Eric’s pretty much done for the day actually, so you guys can leave if you want to!

Are you sure? Don’t you need help downstairs with the equipment?

No, no! It’s fine, there’re more than enough people downstairs. Go have your date, and maybe you can bring her along with you for the prep-party this weekend!

What’s the prep-party... preparing for?

Oh, you’re so adorable! It’s a prep-party for the end-of-May shoot we’re gonna have. it’s a collab with DAZED so it’s a pretty big project.

You never told me you were involved in a collab with DAZED.

I was gonna tell you today.

He has been pretty busy recently, maybe slipped his mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the donuts and I’ll hope to see you at the pier this Saturday, mm?

Yeah, sure. Thanks Chels.

No problem! It was so nice to meet you, y/n, I’ll see you Saturday!

Okay, bye!

Bye, Chelsea! It was nice to meet you!

Bye!

...

Sweet, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?

I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you said you’d end pretty late?

The filming was cut short because the shots were better than expected so we ended early.

Oh, I wanted to film you while you were at work.

You have that on?

Yeah- why?

No, just wondering.

Are you uncomfortable?

No, no, it’s just... I really didn’t expect you to come to the studio.

...

[REC: MAY 11, 2019 - 11:12PM] SOLO LOG #12

It’s 11:12pm, 11th May, 2019. 11 days to departure.

...

I... saw... Chelsea and Eric... um, out by the garage-

...

Well, I guess... it looked like they were just... having a really good talk. Or something.

...

I left. I couldn’t watch it. So, I left without telling Eric. I did tell his boss that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to leave first.

...

I guess this is the part where I regret it, isn’t it? Um... I don’t know... how... I’m gonna explain this to him when I see him again. Which is supposed to be- um- the rest of the night. I was supposed to go back to his place with him and I’ll stay for the weekend before I come back to pack my things, so-

...

y/n, are you home?

...

shit.

y/n, I know you’re home. I heard you talking. Open the door, I need to talk to you.

...

[REC: MAY 12, 2019 - 2:00AM] SOLO LOG #13

...

I look like shit, don’t I? God, my eyes hurt like a bitch.

...

I don’t think I need to say what just happened for you to guess what just happened, right? This... says it all.

...

Fuck.

...

I shouldn’t have come here. How did- How did my retreat turn out- turn out like this?

...

This is- This is too much. Too much in too short... of a time.

...

I don’t think... I don’t think I can do it. Not anymore.

...

[REC: MAY 19, 2019 - 9:59AM] SOLO LOG #14

It’s May 19th, 2019, almost 10am. I just came back from a morning walk by the beach just to... reminisce a little before I leave on Wednesday.

...

I... haven’t seen Eric since the prep-party. I blocked him and I told him not to come over, though I think he has, like, a few times. I thought I heard someone come up to my door, but he never knocked.

...

So, this is how it ends, huh? A 50-day romance cut short like that. Into about, 40?

...

It’s crazy to think that I had... the experience of a whole relationship in 40 days. I definitely did not sign up for that when I booked this 50-day retreat.

...

It was fun while it lasted, though. It was. I don’t think I’d find anybody else like Eric, and I guess it just sucks that it had to end like that. Things happen, right? That aren’t... in our control.

...

[REC: MAY 21, 2019 - 8:07PM] SOLO LOG #15

May 21st. About 8pm. I leave in about 15 hours.

...

All my stuff’s packed. Definitely more things to bring home than I brought here. Half of these things were bought by Eric and given to me. I’m... actually not sure if I should bring them back.

...

I don’t- I just don’t think I’d have the heart to throw them away.

...

Nor look at them when I’m home.

...

Should I even bring this camera home? Maybe I should wipe your memory before I bring you home, hmm?

...

It feels like a dream, doesn’t it? Everything that’s happened. It feels like a fever dream. Maybe when I’m finally home, I’d wake up and it’d be the day I come here.

...

Maybe.

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 10:03AM] SOLO LOG #16

-ny more luggage?

Nope.

Alright then, I think you’re all set. You still have about an hour’s time before the gates are open so you can get a cup of coffee or something, yeah?

Okay, thank you!

Have a nice flight ma’am.

Thanks.

...

Good evening ma’am, can I check your boarding pass?

Yeah, sure.

...

Okay, you’re good to go. Have a safe flight.

Thank you!

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 11:34AM] SOLO LOG #17

It is about 11.30am and I’m on the flight, and here’s the view outside. Sky’s pretty clear and this thing says that the weather’s great so, it should be a smooth flight without turbulence.

...

This is it. This is really it.

...

Um-

Hi, ma’am, I’m gonna need you to keep your camcorder.

Oh! Yeah, sure, sure, sorry!

[REC: APRIL 2, 2020 - 12:48AM] ERIC LOG #1

Wow, this is... weird. How did you do this last year?

...

Um, hi. y/n. If you’re watching this then I’ve somehow managed to get this synced into your camera by some weird... bluetooth, iCloud shit that Felix helped me figure out.

...

It’s been a year. And... I just thought you should... see this, or hear me out, at least. I know we didn’t end on the best terms... and I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for being unreasonable for something that was... suspicious. I should’ve understood.

...

I should’ve been there. To see you off. And I’m sorry I didn’t. I... was scared, that I wouldn’t be able to let you go if I went to send you off. I was a coward. I still am.

...

But I do want you to know that... those 50 days were the best days of my life. Albeit it ended horribly, but nothing could... nothing- nothing will ever replace what happened last April.

...

I said I love you and... I still do. Every day I think about you and your smile and your voice and- and I cry to sleep... worrying that I’d forget how you sound like, or how you laugh and how... how you smell like. My bed smelt like you even after you left.

...

I just- I love you. And I miss you. And I’d do anything to go back to what we had. I’d do anything to get- to get you back.

...

I’m sorry.

...

the clip comes to an automatic stop. the white triangle slapped onto the screen, begging you to play it again. you look up from the screen, watching the famous calvin klein ad that hasn’t stopped playing in the last month.

he hasn’t changed one bit. not his hair, not his smile, not his voice.

it’s a bittersweet pot of memory stashed in the back of your head when the memories flood back. looking back down at the camera, you count back the days - it was synced just last night.

the pile of tissues by your thighs are carelessly huddled into the bin next to your feet, mentally berating yourself for going through the memory instead of formatting it.

you stand, fingers shutting the screen back onto its body with a soft click. the tv blacks out when you press the red button on its remote.

you’re halfway into your kitchen when there’s a knock at your door, and you immediately gasp, blinking rapidly.

“oh, it’s my fucking projector!”

rushing to the door, you don’t hesitate to get the door open.

and yet, like the heavens were providing you with all the light to stop you from doubting yourself, your lungs empty themselves like vacuums.

your heart stops.

your breathing stops.

“eric... what are you doing here?”

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