Tumgik
#the boyz oneshots
sungbeam · 1 year
Text
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : a series!
Tumblr media
[7 OF 11 NOW CUFFED!] ; it's cuffing season! — and the boyz are in for quite the adventure as they learn to juggle school, work, friends, and love.
starring: the boyz, f!reader
genre: college au, fluff, humor, comfort, assorted pairings
word count: 216k/?? // at least 20k+ words per part
**note: the main plotline (the 4 szns) can be read completely as stand-alones. all other spin-offs can also technically be read as stand-alones, but some might require context from the main plotline. (all prev yns will appear as __!yn)
+ ADD THIS TO YOUR LIST (taglist form: open)
a/n: i'm very excited for this series tbh and i really hope i retain the strength to finish it 🤧 a great way to help me out tho is to blow this post up by reblogging, esp since tumblr gatekeeps the actual fics when they're published :')
Tumblr media
SEASON ONE: PARTY PEOPLE — jacob b.
yours and jacob's mutual friend kevin is convinced that you're meant to be, even if he only just met you. (trailer, 34k)
SEASON TWO: FLIGHT RISK — eric s.
you and eric met on an airplane, and that's where you thought it would end, but clearly the universe has a different plan in mind. (trailer, 30k)
SEASON THREE: OFF THE RECORD — j. changmin (parts 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈)
everyone thinks changmin is cute and harmless, but you know that's not who he really is. (trailer, 36k)
SEASON FOUR: AIN'T NO ROMEO — l. hyunjae
your best friend hyunjae ain't no romeo, but you're still in love... so let's hope he doesn't find out you wrote a whole play about him! (trailer, 30k)
Tumblr media
— spin-offs & side adventures.
RHAPSODY ANONYMOUS — k. sunwoo
you never thought your humble, little podcast would ever touch somebody's soul like it did one kim sunwoo's. (trailer, 28k)
RESCUE PROTOCOL — kevin m.
another summer break, another annual trip to the lake! except, it seems like when you and kev get there, you'll have to make some tweaks to the original rescue protocol. (trailer, 29k)
AT YOUR CONVENIENCE — k. younghoon
neither you nor younghoon were party people, but you did find love in the convenience store down the block. (trailer, 29k)
HOT COMMODITY — j. haknyeon
no matter how many times he's been to this restaurant, haknyeon swears he's not just here for the cute waitress. (trailer, __)
PINKY SWEAR — c. chanhee
you and chanhee are far from the years of pinky swears, but here you are, still lacing fingers after all this time. (trailer, __)
THE REVEAL — l. sangyeon
does sangyeon really have a secret girlfriend? well... let's find out. (trailer, __)
CLASS(Y) ACTION — l. juyeon
nothing is more cutthroat than the legal sphere, and sometimes we have to find allies in the strangest places—even if he spills coffee on you. (trailer, __)
Tumblr media
EXTRA/"DELETED" SCENES
section under construction.
Tumblr media
EXTRA, EXTRA CONTENT
— QUIZZES!
lmk what u got for a free smooch and a cookie 🤸‍♀️🥰
which love in unity boy will you be cuffing this year? (uquiz)
which love in unity boy will you be cuffing this school year? (**NEW & IMPROVED VER)
love in unity trivia !! for the main plot only (uquiz)
— ALT. READING ORDERS
if u want to read this series in timeline order, this is how it should be done: jacob/younghoon, eric/haknyeon, changmin/sunwoo, hyunjae/chanhee, sangyeon, kevin, juyeon
if u wanna read sungbeam's favorites: [under construction]
— SERIES TAGS: general series. any wip can be searched via "wip: _____" (usually just the initials, except for party people); or "the (member) fic™"
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
yootaesowlwrites · 6 months
Text
Bed, Now - Kim Sunwoo
Tumblr media
W/C: 2.6K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
Prompts: “Bed. Now.” + “Your head between my legs sounds so good right now.”
Warnings: Smut, rough!Sunwoo, angry!Sunwoo, nudism, explicit language, pussy slapping(once/1), oral(female receiving), bruising, clit stimulation, hint of fingering, nicknames, messy sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), multiple orgasms from reader, some aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
Tumblr media
“Bed, now,” Sunwoo barks out, seething with anger and annoyance, you on the other hand were having so much fun teasing him and got him all riled up, you were sitting on the couch with your head leaned back against the backrest of the couch while staring at him with a taunting and teasing smirk, maybe this is what you wanted you, were self frustrated that you hadn’t spent much bedroom time with your boyfriend and became desperate.
“Your head between my legs sounds so good right now,” You say and watch his cheeks puff out and a fire ignite in his eyes, you lick your lips and slowly lift your head away from the backrest.
“You’re really asking for it now,” He mutters, you stood from the couch and slowly make your way towards him, his eyes watch your every move until you stop in front of him, you place your hand on his chest and slowly slide your hand down.
“Am I?” You whisper, he suddenly grabs your wrist before pulling you down the hall, you could feel a tug going through your body as your pussy gets wet at how he pulled you down the hall towards your bed, you barely had time to register when you found yourself on your back and on the bed with your legs dangling off the side of it.
“Yes,” He growls out and steps between your legs, his hands grip onto your waist, and he leans over you, your breathing stops as you watch his face inch closer, your sassy attitude quickly evaporating. “But my head between your legs… you asked for it,” You feel him roughly tug your pants down, purposely leaving your panties on, you let out a gasp as you feel his hand slap against your clothed pussy before his face disappears from your sight.
“Sunwoo,” You gasp out as you feel his lips press down hard against your mound before moving lower, you lift your head to watch him and found only his eyes peaking out from between your legs and his dark brown hair covering parts of his eyes. “Fuck,” The sight of his dark eyes staring at you with some strings of hair covering them looked so damn hot. His tongue flicks over your panties, and you let out a gasp at the sudden touch, a moment later you feel his tongue pressing down against your panties and licks over it several times. “Sunwoo… Sunwoo, oh my fucking gosh, Woo…” You could feel yourself growing wet at the hot and wet sensation his tongue left behind through your panties, your head was about to drop when you saw him lift his head higher.
“What happened to your little attitude from earlier?” He asks almost cocky, you watch as his tongue moves around in his mouth before his lips part, and you watch as his saliva drips down and onto your panties, you try to shut your legs at the feeling, only to quickly release he was kneeled between your legs and using his body to keep your legs spread for him.
“Sunwooo,” You whine as you feel your panties becoming soaked from where his saliva had landed, his fingers press down against your panties you feel him spread his saliva over the fabric, making it completely wet. “Oh, my fuck,” You watch a smirk form on his lips before he blows against your wet panties. “Fuck, fuck, I!” You reach up for your face with one hand, and close your eyes at the feeling of the cold wetness sticking to your folds. “Oh, my fucking hell…” You didn’t know what you had to do with your hands as they blindly grabbed onto nothing, it was like you were trying to grab onto that good feeling, that good sensation running through you.
“Did you piss me off on purpose?” He asks, his fingers continuing to spread his saliva over your panties, and blowing in between to make your mind spin. “Is it because we haven’t done this in such a long time?” His fingers press a little harder, and you feel your juices moving between your folds, you had no doubt that it was starting to seep through your panties and mix in with his saliva, but fuck, it felt so damn good.
“Y-yes,” You breathe out, your head turning to the side as your chest rises and falls almost violently from how quick and hard you’ve been breathing. “Fuck, it’s b-been way too long, hmm,” His fingers disappear from your folds, and you hear him take in a deep breath, your eyes shoot open, and you turn your head to look at him, finding him sniffing his fingers.
“You’ve ruined your panties,” He mutters before he lowers his hand and curls his fingers around the elastic of them. “I should get rid of them for you,” And in one swift movement, your panties had been tugged down and tossed aside, and you watched as he lowered down before feeling his hot breath fanning against your folds, your head drops to the bed and your eyes squeeze shut.
“Sunwoo…” You breathe out before your back muscles tighten as you feel his tongue glide over your folds with a long, slow lick. “Oh, fuck,” One of your hands grabs onto the sheets and twists it between your fingers, his tongue slips between your folds, and you feel him lick a long slow stripe over your clit. “SUNWOO!” It felt like the lick lasted for hours, but was only a minute as your insides were twisting together and forming a knot of pleasure, his tongue abandons your clit and moves down to your entrance, you reach down with your other hand and twist your fingers into his hair. “Woo, oh, my fuck, Sunwoo,” One of his hands grips your upper thigh, digging his fingers into your skin to bruise it. “Hmm, uhm,” You whimper out and feel his tongue dip into you, your back arches with pleasure. “Oh my go- ohhh,” His tongue wiggles inside you, exploring almost every inch of your walls, or the best that could manage.
“Sunwoo, oh, my fucking…” You moan, the feeling was so good, everything felt so good. His tongue laps your entrance before you feel him slide it along your pussy and towards your clit which felt like it had a heartbeat inside of it, his lips wrap around the nub, and he tugs on it, practically tugging that knot of pleasure that’s built up inside you right out of you. “SUNWOO!” Your muscles tighten and you feel a pleasure running through your veins, your mind fell blank for a moment as you come undone, Sunwoo’s mouth was immediately at your entrance lapping at your release while your body shakes with pleasure, your fingers slip from his hair and falls onto the bed to grip the bedding for a moment before your hold on the fabric loosens. “Woo… oh, my flipping…” He feels your muscles relax under his grip and pulls back, you take in deep breaths to try and calm your mind and body before feeling his hands grip your hips and turn you over, making you lay down on your stomach.
“Knees on the bed,” He mutters, you gather the little strength you had got to move yourself higher on the bed and place your knees on the bed. “Ass in the air for me,” You bite your bottom lip as you lift your hips and hold your ass in the air for him, his hand cups your ass and slowly slides it down before you felt his fingers slide through your wet pussy before cupping it and pressing his fingers down hard against your clit. “Oh, how cute,” He says as he watches your entrance pulse when he pressed down against your clit. “You’re just so responsive,” You hear the sound of fabric rustling as he pushes his pants down along with his underwear.
“Sunwoo… you, I…” You gasp as you feel him slide the head of his cock over your ass cheek, coating it with his pre-cum. “Sunwoooo,” You whine as he drags it down your ass before you feel him push it between your folds, you could feel drool starting to pool in your mouth as you feel his cock sliding back and forth between your folds. “Fuck, are you…?”
“Hmm, fuck, yes,” He groans out. “Just feels so warm and wet,” Your lips part, and you feel your saliva spilling from the corner of your mouth, it did feel so good, it felt so fucking good as he fucked your folds, but you wanted, no, you needed more.
“Sunwooo… please, put it in, please…” You plead with him, your walls pulsed at the way his cock felt sliding against your pussy. “Please, I want to feel you inside me,” You feel his fingers rub slow circles over your clit, your insides were slowly pulling together again for another orgasm. “Please, Sunwoo…”
“Do you really want it, sweetheart?” He asks, he was enjoying the sound of you begging and pleading for him, for his cock. “Are you sure?” You let out a whine and grip the sheets between your fingers.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes, I want it so badly,” You blubber out. You feel his cock slide back and push against your entrance before he pushes it inside you, you feel your back arch at the sensation that runs through your spine once you felt his cock brush along your folds and fill you to the brim in one swift movement. “SUNWOO, FUCK!” Your walls clamp down around his cock as you felt the head of his cock brush against your sweet spot.
“Fucking… so good,” He groans out lowly, you feel his hands grip your hips, his fingers pressing down hard against your skin as he does. “Let’s have you do that again for me,” He pulls his hips back before thrusting into you quickly, hitting the same spot again, he feels your walls pulse around his cock and watch as your muscles tense up.
“SUNWOO, OH MY FUCKING!” You scream in pleasure, your mind was spinning and stars zoomed past your lids as a rush of ecstasy, his hips move at a fast pace wanting to keep feeling your walls pulse around him when he hits the same delicious spot over and over again. “SUNWOO!” Your toes curl in pleasure, and you feel a tingling, warm feeling go up your legs before stopping once it reached your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, SUNWOO!” One of his hands slides from your hips, and you feel that hand moving over your mound before you felt his fingers on your clit. “SUNWOO, FUCK!”
“But I am,” He says, you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger with each thrust, with each press of his fingers against your clit. “Fuck, come for me, sweetheart, come for me,” You wanted to turn on your side from feeling so much pleasure coursing through you. “I can feel you want to, fuck, it feels so good, you make me wanna fill your pretty pussy, but I’m not close yet,” Your body shakes and feels the exact moment the tension inside you snaps. “That’s it, fuck, feels so good.”
“Sunwoo… Sunwoo,” You cry out, feeling tears spilling from the corner of your eyes at how good it felt. “SUNWOO!” It felt like your entire body was on fire, your skin was sticking to the bedding, and you could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck, his fingers pause on your clit as his thrusts become uneven. “Tho-thought you we-weren’t close,” You manage to get out between gasps, you feel his hips harshly snap into you, making you gasp loudly and arch your back even more.
“You’re being sassy with me again,” He mutters, you could hear his breathing was short and fast. “Fuck,” You couldn’t help but lazily smirk as your walls clenched around him, milking him for his orgasm. “Maybe I lied, or maybe your pussy is just that good,” You feel his fingers start to vigorously rub your clit again.
“Sunwoo, Sunwoo, fuck, I,” You chant as you feel another knot quickly building. “Sunwoooooo,” You extend your arms above your head, trying to pull the bedding with you but failing and forcing you to release the fabric.
“Cum with me,” He groans out, you feel his fingers moving faster and his hips stuttering. “Cum with me, please, fuck,” He sounded desperate, and just hearing how desperate he was for that caused the tension inside you to build even faster. “Fuck, yes,” The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with the sound of your wetness squelching, the sound of your heartbeat drummed loudly in your ear and the sounds of his grunts and groans were quickly fading as your high was taking over.
“SUNWOO!” You scream and feel the tension snap inside you, your muscles tighten, and it felt like you couldn’t stop shaking at this point, half your face was wet with your own saliva that had spilled onto the bed and rubbed against your cheek, you could just about feel his desperate thrusts as you were floating through the sky.
“Fuck,” He groans out as he feels the heartbeat that was beating painfully fast in the head of his cock disappear the moment his release spills into you, he pulls out from you and throws his head back as he wraps his hand that was gripping your hips around himself to palm himself through his release, momentarily watching as it spills onto your clit and slide over your sensitive clit before disappearing into your mound. “Fuck, fuck,” He throws his head back before releasing his cock and placing his hand down on the bed as he hunches over. Maybe he should have climbed onto the bed instead of just standing at the edge of it.
“Sunwoo…” You whimper before your hips fall down to the bed, his hand disappears from your clit, and you turn onto your side to look at him, he licks his lips as he breathes in deeply, your eyes slowly move over his face and saw beads of sweating running down his neck. “Why didn’t you take your shirt off?” He groans as he falls onto the bed next to you, his hand immediately coming to your hip.
“Because I was desperate to feel you,” He mutters, and slowly slides his hand up along your side before moving his hand to cup your cheek. “Are you okay?” The fire that once burned in his eyes had now been extinguished and was replaced with warmth as he stared at you.
“Hmm,” You hum and reach up to cup the back of his hand. “I’m okay,” He slowly blinks, his hair was damp and was sticking to his forehead.
“I think you’re going to have some nasty bruises,” He mutters as his eyes drop to your hips, knowing exactly where he had gripped, you lick your lips and lean forward, his eyes flicker upwards to meet yours, your noses brush against each other.
“That’s okay…” You whisper. “They’re pretty decorations, the only type of bruising I would ever want from you,” He softly chuckles and nods his head.
“I don’t mind giving you plenty of them… I just missed your neck, collarbone, your pretty boobs also,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes as the after-glow feeling begins to set in, and the air cools down to nip at your wet skin.
“Next time, there’s always next time,” You mutter before closing the distance between you both and kiss him deeply, letting him practically taste the passion and love you had for him.
207 notes · View notes
sohnric · 21 days
Text
MAGNETISM — B. JACOB
pairing: jacob bae x gn! reader
genre: fluff
word count: 500
warnings: none!
a/n: haven't posted something so short in a while wow. have this as i struggle to finish my longer wips ahaha
Tumblr media
Blue light shines over his face as he lays in the bed with his phone in his hand. Headphones are slotted in his ears as he listens to his music on low volume, the flashes of the game he’s been playing announcing to him that he won the round with the outstanding lead on everyone, making a childlike sense of pride swell in his chest.
An arm sneaks around his middle at that, his head turning and eyes squinting at your face in a worry that he somehow managed to wake you up from your slumber. Darkness envelops the room, given the late hours of the night, but he manages to make out the shapes of your closed eyes, your long eyelashes crowning the tips of your full cheeks. 
The contact of you pulling him closer to you makes the pride in his chest bloom bigger, a gentle smile battling its way onto his lips. Jacob locks his phone and puts it on the mattress next to him, the rest of the room falling into a complete darkness that is only fought away by the soft beam of moonlight coming from the window on the side of his room. His eyes can’t help but stay glued to your figure, studying your sleeping face. 
He would like to imprint the image of your face just like this, lying peacefully next to him, into his memory forever. There’s nothing special about it, in the mundane nature of it all, but something about the way he feels particularly fond of you, insides laced with softness he only has reserved for you and you only, makes him put more significance to the late hours of the day. You came into his life slowly, creeping your way in, as naturally as the seasons change– without him noticing at first, but making him gape wordlessly at the difference in temperatures when he looks back a few months later.
It’s like you put the sun into his sky, turning his days into a constant golden hour. He can’t help but worship your ability to chase away the thunders and the clouds, he can’t help but think of you every morning and every night, treasuring your sheer existence in his chest more than anything in the world.
A gentle hand is placed onto your back, fingertips oozing with magical magnetism when he holds you in his arms. It’s like you two were made for each other, attached with invisible strings, only waiting to be pulled together in the tumbles and turns of your lifetimes. 
Jacob hopes he finds you in every universe. The words feel grandiose in his brain, too much weight put on a simple feeling, but the more he thinks about it, although admitting it’s foolish and romantic, the more he thinks it’s right.
Paying you one last look before he decides to doze off, a flickering thought passes through his brain. I think I’m falling in love, his brain waves hum, and for a split second, the sentiment sounds almost unrealistic, just the tiniest bit strange on his tongue.
Still, when he looks at you again, soft flesh all his against his chest, he knows it’s true. Life didn’t stop when he fell, but he certainly thinks he was reborn the day you picked him up to his feet. He falls asleep with the words ‘love, love, love’ chanting in his brain, wishing that the frequencies you operate on match– hoping that you get the memo; even in your dreams.
58 notes · View notes
hanniluvi · 10 months
Text
LOVE SHARED WITH WINE — JUYEON FF
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
SYNOPSIS : when an attempt of trying to have drinks of wine leads to accidental confessions between two best friends. (totally not from the effect of the alcohol).
PAIRING : best-friend!juyeon x best-friend!fem!reader
GENRE : best friends to lovers, fluff
WARNINGS : mentions of alcohol, drinking
WORD COUNT : 2.5K+ (2536)
SOPH — a request from my bae @flwoie ! the way i immediately went to work on this … (hope this makes up for the other two reqs) hope you enjoy this short fic <3
Tumblr media
As the evening grew colder, the bustling streets gradually transformed into a peaceful sanctuary as you and Juyeon departed from the lively night mall. The loud chatter gradually subsided, giving way to the gentle sounds of your footsteps and the whispering wind.
With Juyeon shouldering the weight of most of your bags, he attentively listened to your words, finding pure joy in the way your voice grew animated with excitement. The sight of your face lighting up as you shared your thoughts and experiences captivated him.
In the hushed atmosphere of the night, his attention was solely focused on you. He appreciated the way your voice carried, the way your emotions danced across your features. It was in these stolen moments, away from the clamor of the world, that he found solace in being your silent confidant.
Despite his best efforts to deny it to his friends, deep down, Juyeon knew it would be foolish to claim he had no feelings for you. Every time he saw you, a whirlwind of emotions erupted within him, contradicting his denials. The intensity of his reactions spoke louder than any words he could muster.
With every interaction, every stolen glance, Juyeon's conviction wavered. The more he tried to suppress the fluttering emotions, the stronger they became, refusing to be silenced. The magnetism between you was undeniable, an invisible thread pulling him closer, even against his better judgment.
After figuring out his feelings, he felt himself paying more attention to you. He began saying yes to your hangouts without hesitation, eager for any opportunity to spend time with you. His focus shifted, making sure you had a chance to speak before he chimed in, genuinely interested in your thoughts and experiences.
Small gestures became his way of showing his affection, as he couldn't resist the joy that illuminated your face. Whether it was surprising you with your favorite snack or going out of his way to make your day a little brighter, Juyeon found immense satisfaction in seeing you smile.
And now, as the two of you walked side by side, the city's nightlights creating a mesmerizing pathway above, Juyeon couldn't help but revel in the beauty of the moment. He was keenly aware of the subtle brush of your arms against each other, the warmth that seemed to radiate between you.
With every step, the connection between you grew stronger, as did his desire to be a constant presence in your life. The nightlights seemed to guide your path, illuminating the way forward, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you closer together.
Juyeon's heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He longed to take your hand in his, to let you know just how much you meant to him. But for now, he savored the simple joy of being in your company, relishing the shared moments and the unspoken promises you two held.
"The lights are so pretty," you say, gazing upward in awe, mesmerized by the shimmering display above.
Juyeon's eyes flicker with a mischievous glimmer as he seizes the opportunity. "You're right," he responds, his voice carrying a subtle boldness. "It makes people look prettier under the light too. It makes me want to snap a picture of you right now."
Your cheeks flush with a gentle warmth as his words sink in. Surprised by his audacity, you meet his gaze, catching the way the lights accentuate his features. You've always known your best friend to be handsome, though it feels almost strange to openly acknowledge it. But it's true—he has a magnetic charm that effortlessly draws attention wherever he goes.
Caught off guard, Juyeon stumbles, realizing the slip of his tongue. "Oh, my bad," he mumbles sheepishly, a tinge of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
But you can't help but reciprocate his playful banter. With a soft smile, you reply, "You know, you look pretty too." Your eyes meet his, the warmth and sincerity in your voice echoing through the quiet night.
A grin spreads across Juyeon's face, his eyes lighting up with delight at your words. It's a small, shared moment—a genuine exchange that speaks volumes without needing to delve into deeper confessions.
"We can take pictures when we find a place to sit, though," you suggest, a playful smile on your face. Juyeon's eyes light up, instantly agreeing with your idea.
You both begin scanning the surroundings, searching for an ideal spot to pause and capture the moment. Your eyes land on a nearby bench, its inviting presence drawing you in. "Let's go there," Juyeon points out, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation. Without hesitation, he takes the lead, guiding you towards the waiting bench.
As you both settle down on the bench, inching closer together, your eyes naturally gravitate towards the starry night sky above. Lost in the beauty of the moment, an idea sparks in Juyeon's mind, prompting him to set down the bags he was carrying. With a mischievous grin, he reaches into a long bag, revealing a bottle of wine, playfully shaking it as he offers it to you.
"You want some wine as we talk?" he suggests, his voice laced with a playful charm.
Chuckling softly, you respond, "I didn't know we would be drinking it right now." You nod slowly, accepting his invitation with a hint of curiosity.
Juyeon's eyes gleam with anticipation as he blurts out his idea, his words hanging in the air. "Thought of a date idea. Drinking wine under the nightlights. It's pretty cozy, isn't it?"
Your playful nature takes over as you tease him, a twinkle in your eye. "Date idea, huh? Is it a friendly one or something more?"
Caught off guard by his own words, Juyeon feels a rush of warmth spread across his cheeks. He stumbles for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. "Whatever you want it to be," he whispers, his voice barely audible, feeling himself wear a stupid grin on his face.
The strange sensation in your stomach, the subtle flutter that his confession evokes, it all points towards something more than just friendship. And deep down, you secretly hope that it's a romantic date, just as much as he does.
"Just hold on for a moment," Juyeon requested, determined to open the bottle. Twist after twist, the stubborn cork remained firmly in place. Every time he attempted to twist the corkscrew, his hands betrayed him, and the tool slipped, almost slipping from his grasp. Undeterred, he persisted, trying over and over again. With each unsuccessful try, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, intensifying the desire to impress you.
"Why won't this budge?" he grumbled to himself, increasing his efforts. He felt your eyes on him, making him panic slightly. "YN, trust me, it's the bottle's fault, not mine. They sealed it too tightly," Juyeon defended himself, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in your presence.
You couldn't help but chuckle in response. "Juyeon, I never judged you in the first place. We can always save the wine for later and enjoy it with our friends."
Although you reassured him, Juyeon's determination to create a memorable impression persisted (even though it wasn't necessary, given your long-standing friendship). "I won't let Hyunjae touch this wine, not even for a second. It was quite expensive, you know. I'd rather share it with you."
"Just give me a minute," Juyeon tried once more, refusing to give up. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his hands and clear his mind of the mounting frustration. With renewed focus, he inserted the corkscrew once again, slowly and methodically, making sure each turn was precise.
You watched him with a mixture of amusement and admiration. Despite the initial struggle, you could see his genuine desire to impress you, even though you had known each other for years and his efforts were unnecessary. But that was Juyeon, always striving for perfection, even in the smallest of things.
As Juyeon persisted, twisting and exerting just the right amount of force, a glimmer of success began to appear. The cork gradually loosened its grip, and a sense of relief washed over him. A smile crept onto your face, appreciating his determination and his refusal to let a stubborn wine bottle defeat him.
Finally, with one last twist, the cork surrendered, releasing a satisfying pop that echoed in the park. Juyeon's face lit up with triumph, and a mixture of joy and relief washed over him.
“You finally did it! Thank you for not giving up," you said sincerely, appreciating his dedication to making the evening special.
Gently taking the two wine glasses from the bag, Juyeon placed them in your hands, making sure they were steady. With a careful hand, he poured the rich, vibrant red liquid into each glass, the color he had longed to see throughout the evening. Once the pouring was complete, he sealed the wine bottle tightly and set it down beside the bag.
"Cheers," Juyeon exclaimed, offering a glass to you, his eyes shining with a blend of pride and affection.
"Cheers to your hard work," you playfully responded. You clink your glass against his, relishing in the taste of triumph and the sweetness of the present moment.
The atmosphere was perfect, wrapped in a serene silence as you both savored the wine under the enchanting glow of the midnight sky.
Amidst the tranquility, you noticed hiccups emanating from Juyeon's direction, his empty glass placed beside yours. His cheeks were adorned with a blush, leaving you uncertain whether it was the effect of alcohol or a result of his fondness for you—perhaps a delightful combination of both.
"Already feeling drunk?" you chuckled, amused by Juyeon's current tipsy state. It was not unusual for him to become drunk sooner than you; you simply had a higher tolerance for alcohol.
As Juyeon tried to steady himself, his words stumbled slightly. "I guess I couldn't resist the taste of this wine, especially when shared with you," he confessed with a lopsided grin.
You couldn't help but laugh, appreciating his candidness. "Well, it's a good thing we're in the park and not somewhere that requires our impeccable coordination," you teased, taking another sip of the wine.
Juyeon nodded, his gaze fixated on you. "I must admit, though, being a bit tipsy makes it easier to let my guard down," he admitted, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability.
The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter. "Sometimes, the best moments are those when we're unfiltered and free," you replied softly, your own inhibitions melting away as the night grew deeper.
As the night grew deeper and the conversations flowed, Juyeon's cheeks grew even rosier, his inhibitions slipping further away with each passing moment. He looked at you, his gaze filled with an intensity that couldn't be attributed solely to the alcohol.
"I... I have something I want to tell you," Juyeon's voice wavered, his words carrying a mix of nervousness and earnestness.
Curiosity flickered in your eyes as you encouraged him to share. "What is it, Juyeon?"
He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've known you for years, and... I can't deny how much you mean to me. You're not just a friend anymore. I... I think I'm in love with you."
The weight of his confession hung in the air, his vulnerability wrapping around both of you. You felt a surge of emotions, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched for the right words.
"I... Juyeon, I never expected this," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and warmth. A soft blush tinted your cheeks as his words reached your ears. The genuine admiration and attraction in his voice made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him in return. “I feel the same way.”
A mixture of relief and joy washed over Juyeon's face, his eyes shimmering with newfound hope. "You do?"
You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes, Juyeon.” Sporting another smile, you decided to playfully tease him. "Save that confession for when you're sober, though.”
“But I am!” Juyeon grumbled, though his grumpy facade couldn't hide the playful glint in his eyes. Your laughter bubbled up once again, unable to resist his adorable antics. His scowl quickly transformed into a broad smile, illuminating his face. It was evident that he had always found you pretty, right from the beginning.
Juyeon's hesitant words hung in the air, his eyes fixed on your captivating features as he nervously asked, "Can I... share a kiss with you?"
The unexpected question caught you off guard, causing your heart to quicken its pace. It felt surreal, almost too good to be true. You observed him staring at you, unaware of the immense impact his simple request had on you. His hesitant inquiry made you realize the depth of his feelings, and you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes.
"All of a sudden?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that coursed through you.
"Yes, Juyeon," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. "I'd like that."
How harmful could this kiss be?
As Juyeon's lips drew closer, time seemed to slow down. The soft brush of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. With a gentle touch, his lips met yours in a tender embrace, and the world around you faded into the background.
As his lips finally touched yours, the taste of wine lingered, blending with your own, creating a sweet kiss. It was as if the shared sip of wine had prepared you for this moment, deepening the intimacy and adding an extra layer of sensory delight to the kiss.
Neither of you rushed, allowing the anticipation to build, savoring the tender connection growing between you. The pace was perfect, a natural rhythm that aligned with the beating of your hearts.
As you reluctantly pulled away from the lingering kiss, you couldn't help but notice the blush that adorned Juyeon's face, matching the warmth that spread across your own cheeks. His eyes crinkled with a contented smile, a reflection of the joy he had ignited within you. With each passing moment, he seemed to have a way of making your heart beat louder and louder.
"Let's go home, shall we?" you suggested, gently breaking the spell of the moment. Juyeon, still in a daze, sluggishly nodded in agreement. A mix of amusement and tenderness filled your voice as you added, "Geez, what will I do with you?" You fought back a smile as you observed Juyeon, who was already starting to doze off.
Deep inside, you hoped that this beautiful moment would remain etched in Juyeon's memory. But if it were to slip away, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would be the first to confess your feelings. Now that your heart's desires had been confirmed, you were ready to take that leap, to embrace the vulnerability and let your love for him be known.
Tumblr media
TBZ PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @yenavrse @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @ilovechanhee @ja4hyvn @vampcharxter
225 notes · View notes
kyusunyu · 3 months
Text
SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”
Tumblr media
a TBZ frat boyz series.
kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes
warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)
𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…
“Bite me.”
you were a realist.
far from delusional,
even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.
nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.
“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”
your model of a roommate sulks.
bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.
like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?
“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”
you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”
“Talk about dramatic.”
dramatics aside,
there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.
that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.
you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.
they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.
intelligent, sociable, and athletic.
all 11 of them.
even if 2 happened to be both your exes.
once upon a time..
“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”
yes.
there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.
a stable social life.
free clothes.
and invites to the biggest parties?
too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.
“Hello?”
“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”
you grimace.
she’s upset.
it’s only midnight and of all people—
Taeri was upset.
“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”
too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.���
“O-okay, just give me a couple—“
the call flat lines.
great.
the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.
albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,
but i guess you’ll bite.
it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.
10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.
you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—
a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.
but you had some class.
you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.
“Hey.”
the hottie by the door makes a double take.
“H-hello.”
your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”
pretty boy doesn’t respond.
honestly, too stunned to answer.
because god damn.
god damn—
“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”
at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.
the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.
“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”
no, of course she’s not.
the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—
who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place
“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”
“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”
he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“
oh god.
OH MY GOD.
fucking hell on earth.
“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“
“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”
the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”
you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.
you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.
you pray for the sake of your roommate,
that this was nothing but a coincidence.
“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”
you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.
wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.
you’re no cinderella but,
it’s past your damn bedtime.
“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.
leave it to her to make you the damn search party.
these heels were killing you.
but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,
it was killing everyone else too.
“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”
Sunwoo’s a little less interested.
tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.
he just got back into town, man.
it’s been a stressful week for him.
the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.
Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”
“Not your ex.”
Eric’s feverish.
he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.
the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.
the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.
“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”
“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”
the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.
well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,
you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.
now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—
in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.
leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.
those heels.
the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.
“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”
Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”
Sunwoo can’t say a thing.
nope.
he’s not allowed to.
leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.
“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”
your heels click at the tiles,
excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.
noting to run as soon as you find,
“Kim Sunwoo.”
your breath’s taken away.
haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.
you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.
“Sunwoo, I—“
he doesn’t let you manage even a word.
clearly won’t let you say a thing.
not that you weren’t allowed to.
after all,
he’s the one that got away.
“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”
leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.
the hot shot playboy of IST,
this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.
your only ex boyfriend.
“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”
his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,
making sure to lock the door behind you.
“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”
he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”
“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”
“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”
Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.
always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.
present you like a centerpiece.
taking you whenever she wanted.
(she had her work cut for her)
when all he wanted was you all to himself.
“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”
you pry his body off of you,
heated.
absolutely heated you could explode.
“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”
his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.
he always loved firing you up.
you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.
but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.
the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.
right now,
you were already half way there.
“I loved you.”
“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”
he’s taken by surprise.
that dirty mouth of yours.
he’s been needing a stress relief.
and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.
especially the ones he faces right now.
in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.
“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”
“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“
his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.
so much for Taeri—
god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.
“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”
an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,
melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.
“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”
it’s been 2 years.
you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.
yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.
other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.
“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”
Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.
Taeri was upset but hey,
Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.
while Sunwoo’s beating into you,
Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”
Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.
he was always possessive.
always center of fucking attention.
too big and mighty for her little know it all.
but god damn.
if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,
it was that poor unfortunate soul.
“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”
that was the thrill of you, you know.
always one step ahead of everyone else,
Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.
he was so tired of chasing,
“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”
you were gonna be the death of him.
he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—
“I’m sorry.”
3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.
ravishing in your beauty,
the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.
you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.
“I don’t deserve you.”
3 rounds later and you were convinced.
ravishing in his warmth and comfort—
you haven’t felt this content in a long time.
“You deserved all of me.”
you loved him.
god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.
2 years later and he’s still the man you love.
“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”
he kisses the places your tears stain,
fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.
“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”
you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.
“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”
his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”
you lean in, humming against his cheek.
eyes shut in absolute bliss.
remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.
“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”
his arms clasp around your hips.
high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.
the stars were in his favor tonight.
perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,
“I love you.”
you’re convinced he’s joking.
you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.
but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.
afraid you were gonna let go.
“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”
“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”
the full moon is in your favor.
illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.
just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.
“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”
you a side piece?
hardly.
no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.
he was like an overbearing parasite,
only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.
or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.
and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.
@kyusunyu / @kpopinesss / @atinybitofau
41 notes · View notes
hcuyk · 10 days
Note
3.30am, eric or any other tbz members. i’d appreciate it if u could write a piece based on joji glimpse of us :) i luv ur writing btw!
[3:30AM]
Eric had done everything in his power to get over you.
Out of the many relationships he had been in, nothing compared to what he had with you. The hopeless romantic side of himself had always dreamed of having an unconditional love in his life, but until he met you, he would often shrug it off with partying until the sun rose and running off at night to do stupid things on the railroad tracks with his friends.
It was the way he lived and the life he attempted to return to when you broke up with him.
Ever since then, with his weak attempts to hook up with strangers and drink until all his thoughts were rid of you, his close friends would barge into his room each morning at 4, drilling him to wake up and jog around campus shirtless. The exercise was nothing to him, not when he had always actively visited the gym, but each morning he dreaded it.
Because with every passing day at 3 A.M., he would wake up, unable to fall back asleep, and get lost in his thoughts as he eyed the popcorn ceiling above him. His nightlight would tint the ceiling and the walls around him your favorite color, and he would wonder about your whereabouts and if you were doing better without him. Everywhere Eric looked—it was always you.
He couldn’t fathom dreaming of being another person because, regardless of how attractive or charismatic they were, he would always get caught up staring into their eyes and catching a glimpse of hope, something your eyes once held.
Throughout your last few months of dating, he watched that light dissipate into utter darkness, one that he couldn’t go through and pull you out of—to make you believe that he was the one for you, the one who would watch you grow into your greatest self and he’d love you more with every day that passed.
But instead of being able to enjoy each day with you, he was left to witness how your actions have morphed into ones of a stranger. He watched you give up on their relationship, and nothing hurt him more than knowing he lost someone he loved for so long.
He wished that if you were capable of holding onto that hope, that spark and newfound love and drive to fight for your relationship, then maybe you two would’ve lasted. Maybe he would’ve been able to see you thrive in your dream career field while he pursued his, and you two would be each other’s number one supporters. The ‘what ifs’ plagued him day by day, always wondering that maybe if he had done something different, you two would still be together. He wished that regardless of what lifetime you two shared together, he wanted this one to be with you.
He wanted to do everything with you.
Eric jolted to the sound of his roommate moving in his bed across the room. He didn’t think much of it aside from Juyeon having a bad dream, but that was until his roommate had actually gotten up onto his two feet to change. Eric scrambled to find his phone on the bed and checked his phone for the time, confirming that there still was another thirty minutes until their daily jog. Before he could process what Juyeon was doing, his roommate had spoken up before him.
“You’re awake early.”
Eric squinted at him, puzzled at Juyeon’s sudden need for a conversation this early in the morning.
“I always am.” Eric turned in his bed to lie on his side. He watched as his friend removed his shirt and replaced it with a tank top. “Why are you up?”
“C’mon, dude. I can hear your thoughts from here.”
The two stared at each other in silence, and Juyeon stood with his feet stapled to the ground, refusing to move. His arms were crossed, and he was ready to get Eric out of bed. When Eric didn’t move, Juyeon cocked a brow at him.
“Am I wrong?”
The slight tension they had between them had disappeared when Eric mumbled ‘no’. Juyeon pursued his lips and held back a sigh, replacing it with a slight shake of his head in disapproval. Eric caught this and parted his lips to explain, to explain how much it hurt, but Juyeon interrupted him with a look of understanding because he knew.
Eric would always talk about you endlessly, and to have that ripped away from him was a pain Juyeon has yet to experience. He always believed you and Eric were endgame too.
“I miss them,” Eric whispered, his voice strangled as he desperately looked at his friend for any sort of mental assistance. He was prepared to be called stupid, to say that he shouldn’t be thinking about you after a month of adjusting without you and to move on, but Juyeon did none of that. Instead, he stared elsewhere, his heart empathizing with how much his friend was still in love.
“I know.” Juyeon kept his tone gentle, and with a forced tug of his lips, he wore a warm smile and approached Eric to pat him, comforting him as best as he could.
“I really do miss them.”
Juyeon watched as Eric curled up under the comforter, hugging his legs close to his chest, as he grew smaller in his bed. He took notice of how Eric buried his lower half of his face under, physically shielding how vulnerable he was, but Juyeon knew Eric better than most. He patted him again, gently.
“C’mon, buddy. Let’s jog.”
permanent taglist . . . @the-cereal-simp @armysantiny @stealanity @zzoguri @nyujjan @tinisprout
author's note // picking up requests from like two years ago because it's about damn time 🧍‍♂️ thank you for sending this in! it's not really true to the song, but i tried to implement it as much as i could!! thank you so much for supporting me :] ^^ also the last time i posted smth for eric he was on a hiatus??? ??? ??? ?? HAS IT BEEN THAT LONG????
15 notes · View notes
yawnzzznnn · 3 months
Text
✮Silly Debate - Sunwoo✮
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
✮Special Thanks Too: XSusuBunnyX, Sunwoo, Tbz
✮Note: I wrote this a bit late but I remembered I had to write it while I was making new book covers anyway! Hope you enjoy this Christmas Even is coming to a close on the 24th MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! Also guess I wrote for tbz now lmfao (credit to the Sunwoo AI for helping)
✮Prompt: Christmas Songs
✮TW: debating : yelling : cookies
12-21-23
You and Sunwoo sat on your bed, going through a random Christmas playlist. "What's your favorite Christmas song?" Sunwoo asked looking over at you, "by far Winter Wonderland" you said nodding your head as you spoke, Sunwoo looked at you weirdly "what's yours?" You asked, turning the question around, "All I Want For Christmas Is You" he said confidently.
A few seconds pass before the calm conversation changed into a not so calm debate, "what? No! It's definitely all I want for Christmas is you, by far! It's the best Christmas song to ever exist!" Sunwoo said, the both of you stood on opposite sides of your bed, you looked at him and narrowed your eyes, "nuh-uh it's Winter Wonderland! I swear it's ok you may be a bit deaf we still love you tho" you said placing your hand on your heart faking a sad expression.
Sunwoo scoffed "your crazy! Your the deaf one here, have you heard the high notes in that song?" He said sassily placing his hand on his hip, "I have your I play it a lot, but....I can't deny that song is good but to say it's the best...that's a stretch" you said crossing your arms over your chest. Your debate went on for two hours before Kevin came in to tell you to shut up.
"Can y'all-" Kevin tried but got cut off, "Kevin! Which is better? All I want for Christmas is you? Or, Winter Wonderland?" Sunwoo asked turning his whole body to look at Kevin, the other male looked between you and Sunwoo "is this what y'all are being loud about?" Kevin asked trying not to laugh, both you and Sunwoo nodded "it's life or death in here" you said turning your nose up.
Kevin sighed walking out the room ignoring your protest a few minutes later Jacob walked in "Kevin said y'all need sense?" He asked softly, his body stiffing at the tension in the room, "Jacob tell Sunwoo I'm right" you said pointing a finger at Sunwoo, "right about?..." Jacob asked trailing off, "he says winter wonderland isn't the best Christmas song ever" you said, stomping your left foot like a child.
Jacob sighed, before Sunwoo spoke "no it's not all I want for Christmas is, their tone deaf I swear!" He said accusingly looking at Jacob, "ok, I think both are equally good, we all have our own tastes, we all hear things differently." Jacob paused "both are fun to listen to and fun to talk about you can't get mad each other over something so silly" Jacob said softly looking between you and Sunwoo.
A few minutes later Jacob left and you and Sunwoo were left alone, "he's right tho..." You said quietly, Sunwoo nodded and sighed "that was a really silly debate" he smiled and chuckled like a chain reaction you copied, the two of you moved pasted the silly debate and started baking Christmas themed cookies together.
50 notes · View notes
zzoguri · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
UPDATED AS OF SEPTEMBER 14, 2023, 6:30PM (GMT+8)
requests status ➵ slots are closed!
how to request ➵ send an ask following the format: "tbz member + one song from the list + possible scenario you want (not required)" and you will receive! if you're looking for a certain scenario, please be as descriptive as possible! please keep in mind that the song you pick will have a determined genre linked to it.
ex. "jacob + must be love by laufey + possibly reader just doing their own thing and jacob is just admiring, only for this scene playing out to be his realization of him falling in love"
guidelines/reminders ➵ i have every right to deny a request if i believe i cannot fulfill it or if i'm uncomfortable writing it ➵ please don't expect me to be speedy with requests... there is a chance i may not fulfill it LMFAO so don't come into my asks fully expecting smth ➵ most requests will be <10k and will most likely be focused on a certain scenario or two ➵ i will not write yandere or majorly toxic themes! but i will write fluff, suggestive/smut, and angst depending on the song you choose teehee! if you're worried that i may deny your request, just send it and i'll let you know if something about it is something i'm not comfortable to write about ➵ only writing x readers! ➵ requests won't be done on a "first come; first serve" basis!
a/n ➵ happy to announce that i am officially opening requests! yup, i thought that to beat my silly writer's block, i can start doing some requests for the time being. it's also my way of celebrating 200 followers!! i'll be opening limited slots for the time being. however, if i decide that i want to keep doing more requests, i may accept more later on.
Tumblr media
song list ➵ and july by heize & dean ➵ apple cider by beabadoobee ➵ apple pie by lizzy mcalpine ➵ arms unfolding by dodie ➵ as long as it takes you by keshi ➵ backburner by niki ➵ bad by wave to earth ➵ bawat piyesa by munimuni ➵ calla by wave to earth ➵ cheese & wine by dpr live ➵ cherry wine by grentperez ➵ chocolate by day6 ➵ clementine by grentperez ➵ cologne by beabadoobee ➵ disconnected by 5sos ➵ everything has changed by taylor swift ft. ed sheeran ➵ hall&oates by yerin baek ➵ i like you by day6 ➵ in what world by lizzy mcalpine ➵ intertwined by dodie ➵ laputa by dpr live ft. crush ➵ let you break my heart again by laufey ➵ loner by yerin baek ➵ lowkey by niki ➵ maps by raffaella & hippo campus ➵ ocean floor by wave to earth ➵ old with you by grentperez ➵ on the drive home by niki ➵ one last time, please by dodie ➵ only by day6 ➵ opposite by sabrina carpenter ➵ pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine ➵ pasilyo by sunkissed lola ➵ paubaya by moira dela torre ➵ pour up by dean ft. zico ➵ put my hands on you by dean & anderson .paak ➵ pwede ba by lola amour ➵ right here by keshi ➵ san francisco by 5sos ➵ second best by laufey ➵ simple season by hippo campus ➵ somebody by keshi ➵ soren by beabadoobee ➵ take off all your cool by sabrina carpenter ➵ text me by dpr live ➵ the 1 by taylor swift ➵ tornado warnings by sabrina carpenter ➵ treacherous by taylor swift ➵ tuesday by hippo campus ➵ valentine by laufey ➵ waste the night by 5sos
34 notes · View notes
cafeseoulmate · 1 year
Text
{2:00 PM}
high school au; wc: 662
The beach is, for the most part, unsurprisingly empty at 2 PM on a Tuesday in September like you said it would. The sky is still very much clear of clouds and the scorching hot sunlight makes the blue waters sparkle to the point that if Sunwoo moves his head an inch to the left, the light could possibly blind him.
Next to him, you're picking up shells around where you're squatted on the hot sand, occasionally wincing and hissing at how hot some of the tulip band shells and cockle shells fell on your fingertips. Sunwoo managed to swipe a beach mat and hide it at the very bottom of his bag up until lunch, the red checkered fabric now protecting his socks from catching sand as he sits with his Walkman and earphones, but you haven't sat on it once since the two of you got off the bus after skipping school.
The reminder to ask you to sit down for a bit with him rests at the tip of Sunwoo's tongue but he holds himself back, a small smile resting on his features as he watches you fawn over your discoveries and collect them in your sling bag.
Normally, it would be him asking you to cut school and go somewhere, maybe at the convenience store across your high school or at the record shop two streets away. Today is one of the rare days where it's you who asked him to skip and go to the beach.
Frankly, Sunwoo wishes that it's you who'd initiate more often. It means that you want to spend time with him just as much as he wants to spend more time with you. It gives him a little more hope that you might actually like him back.
"Look!" You exclaim, unearthing a conch shell right under Sunwoo's mat. You wave the shell a few times in front of his face with a grin, eyes crinkling up in crescents right under the cap you borrowed from him, before pushing the shell's opening up to your ears. "I can hear the ocean here too!"
Sunwoo unconsciously matches your smile in amusement, nodding along. "I bet you can."
"Do you want to hear it?" You ask, extending the shell towards him again with a glint in your eyes that competes with the sunlight out in the sea behind you.
Sunwoo nods with a hum, beckoning you over with his hands as he scoots further into the beach mat and takes out his earphones. "Sit down with me for a bit, let's hear it."
You stand up from your crouched position, traveling the short distance to Sunwoo and plotting down next to him with a sigh. You then pass the conch shell over to Sunwoo who gladly humors you and places the shell in his ear, the artificial sound of waves entering his right ear.
"Pretty." He comments nonchalantly, eyes flitting over to you fondly as you place all of your shells on the mat. "You're pretty."
You feel your face heat up as you look up at him, expertly hiding your flustered state through the shadow of the cap on your head and a roll of your eyes. Of course you've noticed, the way he's been sounding more serious in what you've been used to as his mindless flirting. "Uh huh, sure." You feign sarcasm, your grin quickly giving you away.
Sunwoo scoffs half-heartedly at this, placing his hands behind him and leaning back as he basks in the warmth of the sun and your presence next to him. "I mean it."
"I know." You whisper back to him but your voice seemingly reverberates in his ears with the emptiness of the beach, nudging his side before going back on your shells. "You're pretty too."
Sunwoo almost topples over in the moment, feeling weightless as he clutches his chest while your back is turned to him.
Oh, you're going to be the death of him.
90 notes · View notes
sugarcherriess · 2 years
Text
Puppy Wanna Lick?
[ Eric Sohn x Fem!Reader ]
Warnings - mentions of food, food used… for sexual means, depraved eric, dom!eric, mentions of object insertion bc im a piece of shit, oral (m!rec), cum eating, i think that’s about it
Plot - The venture of frosting a simple cake turns into chaos as Eric and you fight about the colour of the frosting, he makes out with your hand, you two bicker some more, and then you give him a blowjob in the kitchen surrounded by the disapproving eyes of the unfinished cake and used pans.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Add a few drops of blue food colouring, babe,”
Your softly spoken request is by no means meant to arouse an uproar or offend anyone at hand. That doesn’t stop the affronted gasp that leaves Eric’s mouth at the prospect of possibly ruining his (your collective) hard work.
The boy is absolutely scandalised!
“But we want the frosting to be white not blue!”
You roll your eyes at his exclamation. Damn rookie.
“It’ll give us a whiter frosting, Eric, trust me,”
Unappeased, Eric shakes his head in a firm no. Out of all the hardships you faced while baking with Eric, mixing the frosting was the least of your worries. Or so you hoped. Clearly, you should’ve been more careful.
“The blue counters the yellow that you can see already in the frosting. You’re the newbie okay? I’ve been in business for years, kid,” you quip, shoving him with your hip to add the food colour to the mixing bowl.
Eric catches both of your wrists as soon as the pigment touches the mixture, whipping you around to face him. A mischievous half-smile adorns his pretty face as he stares at you.
Trouble, trouble, trouble.
“Well, by that logic, you should go easy on me. After all, you are taking my baking virginity,” he wiggles his eyebrows, giggling at your unamused grimace.
“Call it that again and I’ll shove this whisk up your ass,” you threaten, pulling up a stray whisk from the counter and shoving it in his chest.
Eric bursts out an over exaggerated gasp and folds his arms on his chest after stealing the whisk from your hands.
“What if i shove this up your pussy, hm? What then?”
Your eyes almost burst out of their sockets at the unwelcome imagery that rushed to your brain. And you huff at the blood rushing down to the mentioned body part.
The bells were right, trouble is rising over the horizon.
“Eric!”
“And to think you’d be more careful for my first time! Remember how nice i was to you for yours?” He whines, dropping down to your shoulder.
You do remember. You remember him being so gentle while taking your clothes off, brushing your thighs so softly to ease your nerves. The constant reassurance, the caresses on your body, kissing on your neck… kind of like he’s doing right now…
In your frenzy you misjudge your position and put too much weight on one leg and it wobbles. You push your hand to the counter to steady yourself but it lands into something silky soft and damp– lands straight into the awaiting frosting bowl.
Eric sees the mortification dawn on your face before he notices what happened. It only registers in his mine once you bring your hand forward to show him the mess. His immediate boisterous laugh makes you laugh too, disappointment quickly fading.
With a calculated swoop of the head, he reaches down to your cream covered hand. Rogue tongue pokes out and his eyes search yours as he swipes his wet, pink appendage up your parted fingers. Eric takes his sweet time licking up the sugary icing, watching your eyes twitch and flicker at the soft, leisurely progressing movements of his.
Eric takes the last finger, your index, and wraps his tongue around it as if a snake wrapping its body along its prey. The tip pulls your digit inside the warmth of his clever mouth so he can suck the entirety of the sticky mixture off. Eric releases your finger from his mouth with a final satisfied pop.
Lost in his sultry gaze, you don’t notice when his hands grab your shoulders and push you down on your knees next to the cabinets. He abandons your skin to grab his sweatpants and push them down. You bite your lip when his half hard length comes into view, twitching in the change of atmosphere.
Eric’s hands find purchase on your skin again, this time on your head, as he fists your hair in his palm and holds it for control.
“I’m sure your witty mouth can give my cock the same treatment i gave your fingers, right?”
He doesn’t wait for a response before pulling you roughly to his cock. His grip has you wincing but also clenching your legs. The heat of your mouth finds his cock like moth to a flame and you take it upon yourself to grab his sturdy thighs. All the hours in the gym are clearly paying off, you note offhandedly.
Your tongue runs along the circumference of his tip the way his tongue did on your finger tips, making him groan out low in his throat. Using more pressure, you firmly swipe the tip across his slit and let your mouth lube it up. Eric hisses at the sensation, hips twitching, already dying to bury his entire member down your small throat.
This is so much better than making cake
“I wish i could use your mouth as a dick sweater all the time,” he huffs, running his free hand in his hair.
You want to retort that the word he’s looking for is ‘cocksleeve’ but he doesn’t give you a chance before he buries his entire length inside the hollowness of your throat.
He starts with shallow thrusts but the stretch and heaviness on your tongue is undeniable. As always, the pleasure goes straight to your head and you smile. It’s a fucked up kind of smile though, how can you smile normally with a horse sized cock shoved down your mouth?
Eric sees it though, understands that you’re smiling from the telltale signs of your eyes scrunching slightly and the glint in your eyes. His own mouth curves into a smirk to compete with yours. But his is so much more menacing,
“Slut,”
The single word leaving his lips feels like a thousand things all in once; it holds so much endearment and love in its derogatory self and yet it simultaneously feels like he spat in your mouth. You’d take it any way he likes.
Your easy and unabashed surrender has Eric’s ears burn red from overwhelming arousal and he amps up the speed and depth of his thrusts and the volume of his moans. You can feel several dull bruises forming on your walls as his tip attacks them with erratic thrusts. His hips swivel and stutter several times as you try to deep throat him as best as you can.
The muscles of your throat try to clamp down on him as your nose finally touches his skin. Your eyes are quick to blur out your vision, tears falls in rapid streams and your mouth floods with your own saliva.
As you wetly suck, or try to suck, around Eric’s pulsing cock, you hope that soon your mouth will flood with his essence instead of the taste of your saliva that you’ve learned to tune out. The salty precum already has you yearning for more and you pray to whoever’s listening to make it a quick approaching finish line but a long lasting victory celebration.
Eric’s hands form tight fists and his eyes twitch as they glare into your unfocused ones. You can’t see from the veil of your tears but you know Eric has that aggravatingly fascinating look on his face and his mind is screaming “my cum slut” and “my talented fucking whore” much like he possessively does every time his cock is inside your inviting pussy.
You don’t understand why he insists on saving these sentiments for that specific time only but you let him have it. Exactly like you let him have everything else.
“Ah… you take me so so good,”
Thrust
“Love watching you get, mmfh, impaled on my cock,”
Thrust
“God… i’m gonna stretch you loose after this,”
Thrust
Your ceaseless gags are music to his ears. Eric pushes you to the limit by shoving his pulsing cock flush against the walls of your throat. Your knees struggle to hold your weight, bruised and tender as your cunt keeps up the constant supply of arousal leaking down your thighs and flooding your panties.
But the flood in your panties is the least of your problems as Eric cums down your throat with a shout. Hands desperately grabbing your hair, he pulls you onto him in time with his fluid hips pushing into you. Your nails dig into his skin to tell him its too much and you can’t fucking breathe but you try to take it.
He’s too far invested in prolonging his orgasm to let you off the hook right now. You understand though, you know how it feels to lose yourself in such blinding pleasure. He’s been the one to teach you it in the first place.
Once he calms down, he pulls you off from him. Strings of saliva and cum hang from his cock and your mouth, some even dropping down your bottom lip in thick globs. It’s okay, he adores you messy like that.
You wipe away the tears blocking your vision while gulping all the air you can at a time. Eric’s already looking down at you licking his lips and trying to catch his breath when you look at him. Of course, it’s not going to end here silly. He’s got too much energy for his own good. You chose to bear the consequences.
His eyes suddenly catch something behind you as you get up, a spark of amusement making him scoff.
“I guess blue does make it white,”
Wiping your chin you look behind at the culprit stealing his attention and you connect the dots: when your hand fell inside the frosting bowl, the blue ended up slightly blending with the mixture and created scattered white peaks in the cream.
You roll your eyes at the instigator of this entire thing and turn around to kiss Eric with a newly arisen vigour.
Of course i was right, I’ve been doing this for years!
The next few minutes are spent with you sitting on the hastily cleared counter and Eric between your legs, using his tongue to scoop up the residue and aftertaste of his own cum from your wet cavern til it’s absolutely spotless.
Tumblr media
A/N - The Eric piece i was originally working on took so long to finalise that i got bored with it so i deleted it and wrote this because every time he opens his palms or they’re recorded in any video I can’t help but think about how good they would feel grabbing your head to deep throat him.
Tumblr media
222 notes · View notes
pockyandme · 2 years
Text
yellow carnations | j.changmin
Tumblr media Tumblr media
synopsis: having a crush on your neighbourhood florist might be something out of a romance book but yours seemed like it came out of a book of misfortune.
Tumblr media
pairing: tbz’s q x reader
genre: angst, a bit of fluff
wc: 1.4k
network(s): @kflixnet
warnings: sad ending
leona was listening to: old love by yuji
not proofread 
Tumblr media
“welcome!” a very familiar voice called out to you as you entered the quaint flower shop, the bell chiming above you. “oh, hey y/n,” changmin said as he saw who came into his parents’ shop. to be frank, he wasn’t surprised to see you here as you seem to be here every other day for god knows what reason but he just assumed you found comfort in the floral scent.
“hi, changmin. i’ll be at the café stand first,” you waved then pointing to the makeshift drink stand the flower shop had by the corner. he nodded and you took the cue to leave. while the reason you kept coming here was somewhat true, let’s face it, the bigger reason why you came was because of said boy. 
changmin and his parents had moved to your city for the last three years and you still remember how you felt when you first saw him during your afternoon stroll. his blonde hair immediately caught your attention and you made it a mission to find out more about him.
˚◞♡   ⃗*ೃ༄
humming a tune under your breath, you weren’t too alert of your surroundings which lead to you crashing into a guy carrying several plastic bouquets. “woah! oh my, i’m so sorry,” you immediately got down to your knees and helped him pick up the dropped flowers when you regained your senses. 
the flowers were absolutely beautiful and you had never seen them before. an exotic flower? “wow, these are so pretty! i’m sorry i dropped them..” you trailed, finally looking up at the taller male, immediately taken aback by his looks. “heh, it’s okay, it didn’t do too much damage,” he chuckled, gripping the bouquets tighter before continuing, “these are actually crocuses, they symbolise new beginnings.” 
“ooh, how do you know so much?” you were intrigued to say the least, a boy pops up out of nowhere and is suddenly spitting out flower symbols? “well first, hi, i’m changmin. my parents and i just moved into the neighbourhood and we’re setting up our family flower shop just down this road,” he explained. 
“that’s so cool! i’m y/n, i’ll be sure to come visit,” you smiled gently at the thought of meeting him more often. “yea, of course. i have to go now, see you around y/n,” he waved goodbye, a whiff of his perfume lingered in your nose as he walked past you. 
oh boy, he has you wrapped around his finger for sure.
˚◞♡   ⃗*ೃ༄
here you were, sat at a small table, sipping your strawberry acai refresher as you watched changmin mingle with the customers and not hesitating to help them out whenever they needed it. you couldn’t help but allow a grin to form on your face, seeing his outgoing personality. 
“y/n, if you’re in love with my son, just tell me, i’ll do the rest!” changmin’s mom came from the storage room, approaching you with a knowing look. “mrs ji, it’s not like that,” you played it off, a red hue basically forming on your cheeks. “yea, yea, denial is the first step,” she laughed at you before stirring her own mug of coffee. 
the two of you continued your conversation when changmin finally came over when the store’s peak hour was over. “i’ll leave you guys to it,” his mom kinda threw you under the bus with that comment and that smirk on her face but changmin didn’t see it or pretended not to see it because he didn’t say anything. 
“so, may i be of any assistance today, miss y/n?” he asked, jokingly. “hm, i think so, sir changmin! what’s a flower that represents admiration?” you played along, which was something he was definitely not expecting but he took in your words. “well, you could get either dianthuses or dahlias, both have several meanings but admiration is one of the more known reasons,” he placed his chin on his palm, pondering about his flower knowledge. 
you simply nodded but his words caught you off-guard, “what do you need them for?” coughing slightly, you could only reply, “it’s for.. research! yeah! a uni project, mhm.” you didn’t think he was this gullible but he bought your reason and abruptly stood up. he reached behind the counter before he handed you a small A5 sized book, “floriography”. 
when you flipped through it, you were surprised to see detailed illustrations of flowers and their symbols, “oh wow, what is this book?” 
“i got it when i first started getting into this florist industry so i figured this would be really informative for your project, feel free to borrow it for as long as you’d like!” he beamed at you and your heart could only take so much. “a-are you sure? doesn’t this mean a lot to you?” you stuttered, not believing what changmin is doing for you. “i mean, yea but you need it more,” he sheepishly grinned and you only threw your arms around his shoulder. “thank you!” 
you left the flower shop with a giddy feeling, book close to your chest as you hugged it. you did feel bad because first, this book means a lot to him and second, you didn’t even have a uni project. you simply had admiration for changmin. i mean, he was an amazing florist and he could’ve been doing what he enjoys but he instead took care of his family business, starting at a young age. you were head over heels for him.
you were scanning the pages when two flowers caught your eyes. ‘red tulips’ and ‘gladiolus’. red tulips meant passion and love, almost saying “my feelings are true” while gladiolus had the symbolism of infatuation and admiration. seeing these, you took it as the perfect time to send these to changmin. 
it was a really bold step but you felt that you had kept this crush on him for the longest time already, the timing should be right. the worst that could happen was he would reject you and you will have to put up with that..
who are you kidding? your world would probably crash down and you’d die of embarrassment! your own thoughts made this so much harder to decide what to do. but, before you knew it, you were already placing a bouquet of red roses, tulips and gladiolus on the flower shop doorstep, an hour before the shop would start to operate. 
you don’t know what came over you but you felt like you had to run away so you did. run away from these thoughts of uncertainty and insecurity. you prayed for him to return the feelings and you could only pace around the room, waiting for a reply. 
several days had passed and you completely avoided the shop incase changmin would feel uncomfortable because he has yet to reply to you. even though you badly wanted to see him, you’d rather not make matters worse. 
you were in your room, drawing flower sketches all over your notes when the doorbell rang. you begrudgingly stepped towards the front door and was met with a bouquet of yellow flowers. a card on the front had your name on it so you immediately brought it to your room. 
you took a deep breath in before ripping the card apart from the staple. it read, “to: y/n, from: changmin”. wait, changmin? he gave you flowers? oh my god, he gave you flowers! today was a happy day and that was the only thing you could think of.
you hastily opened the card and he only wrote two words in there. “yellow carnations.”
hold on, these words were familiar to you. you’ve seen this in the book he gave you before. you were almost like a mad woman, flipping and scanning through every page until you found ‘yellow carnations’. you hoped for the best but the words written in the book only made you feel like digging a hole in the backyard for yourself.
“yellow carnations symbolise rejection and disdain.”
(fill in this form to be part of my permanent taglist!)
permanent taglist: @stealanity @yengyangyo @jaerisdiction @zwiehe @luvrbin @odxrilove @coffee-jeon @changmin-wrlds @mavericsohn @sjyuniverse @luvkellys7nhur @winterbeartaehyungbestboy @nyujjan @defjcm @onlyticket-home @poeticdamn @sunnysunwoo0412 @notbeforelong @g0lden-sunset @quoiaaa (if u have asked to be in my taglist and ur user isn't inside, it means it's invalid so ask again! thank you <3)
sorry for being inactive, this has been sitting in my drafts, so might as well post it!
love, leona
93 notes · View notes
sungbeam · 9 months
Text
𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞
spiderman!kim sunwoo x reader (slight eric x reader)
6.7k words, spiderman across the spiderverse au, superhero au, est. relationship au, swearing, spoilers for the atsv movie! but some details of the plot are tweaked to fit my narrative (you'll see that i basically took one of the iconic scenes and put it in writing lol), mentions of death, mild violence, low-key not a full plot..?, kissing, slight angst, BARELY PROOFREAD IT'S LATE I'M SORRY
a/n: apologies in advance for shit poor storytelling in this one 😭 i just wanted to get this idea down and out before i chickened out TT
Tumblr media
His name was Kim Sunwoo, and you happened to know his story pretty well. After all, he was Brooklyn's one and only Spiderman.
"AHHH HOLY SHIT—"
You pulled your phone away from your ear with practiced grace as Sunwoo screeched through the speaker. The words from your textbook blurred as your focus drifted completely away from your assignment.
"BABY, I ALMOST GOT HIT BY A BUS."
"Again?" You teased, flipping the page backward to restart your reading. There was no way you were going to be able to get anything done while on call with your boyfriend, especially while he was actively swinging across New York traffic.
You heard his huff over the long blast of a car horn. "Hey! It wasn't even my fault this time; that guy definitely had headphones in, which is totally illegal."
Snickering, you leaned back in your desk chair and peered out the window of your apartment's bedroom at the city beyond. He would probably be here any minute now. "You should go arrest him then. Aren't you Mister Superhero now?"
"Mister Multiversal Superhero," he corrected with a tone that definitely sounded like he had the biggest grin on his face.
You rolled your eyes good naturedly. "Uh-huh. So is Mister Multiversal Superhero almost here or do I have to find another superhero to come rescue me?"
Just as you said this, your eyes spotted a blur of black and red swinging himself around the apartment building at the end of your block. He was steadily making his way to you, as you knew he had been.
"Woah, wait, have you been seeing other superheroes?"
You rested your cheek against your fist as you watched him get closer and closer. "Well, now that we know that there are multiple universes out there, who knows?"
Spiderman landed quietly on the metal railing of your fire escape, hands braced between his legs in the iconic pose. His suit was black and tight to his skin, leaving close to nothing to the imagination and allowing for easy movement. The ensemble was completed by a red spider symbol drawn over his chest, and a black hoodie thrown over the uniform.
Sunwoo gazed at you from behind the white lenses of his mask on the other side of your window. His heart never failed to literally fly out of his body when he saw you look at him like that. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to open this window up," he coughed in his forced deep voice, even though he knew that you knew exactly who he was. It was all for fun and to see you smile anyway.
You put your mouth near the speaker of your phone. "It's open, tiger."
Oh, dear heavens…
He could have fainted off the fire escape then, backflipped through the air, and landed kur-splat on the Brooklyn sidewalk while still maintaining the hearts in his eyes. He ended the call feeding through his mask's wireless control, before going through the familiar motions of wiggling the locking mechanism, hauling the window up, and slipping inside your bedroom. He was hit with the smell of your soap and your laundry detergent, and took in a lungful of it. This was what home smelled like. It was simple, yet quaint and soft and nothing like the busy, dangerous world outside.
You stood from your desk chair and walked into his embrace as he shot his web shooters at the window shutter strings and yanked your shutters down and closed. "Show off," you mused, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and using the other to gently pull the mask up and off his lower face.
"Only for you." His pouty lips smiled, and his arms came around your form. "Hi baby."
"Hi tiger." You grazed your thumb over his lips. "Everything okay today?"
"Mhm," he hummed, rubbing his lips together. "You're not gonna take the rest of the mask off?" He chuckled.
"I kind of like you like this."
"I knew it; is this what you use me for? You only love me for my—mmmh!" You shut him up as you yanked him over to you and drew his mouth to yours in a proper greeting kiss. He melted into you with a soft moan, hands cradling you at your waist and lower back as your fronts melded together.
When you both pulled back, Sunwoo took the opportunity to tear his mask off and shove the garment into the pocket of his jacket. The two of you shared a grin.
"So, I hear you're in need of rescu—"
BONK!
You and Sunwoo froze at the sound of the metal railing outside your window rattling, followed by a swear and a familiar-sounding voice hissing, "Ow!"
Sunwoo's smile slipped into an annoyed frown as he yanked the shutter string to send the shutter flying upward. The motion revealed a young man perched where Sunwoo had been just a couple of minutes ago, except in less of the classic Spiderman pose, and more of a one-foot-balance-act situation. The newcomer wore a costume in dark red and black, but a larger percentage of red than Sunwoo's red spider. He rubbed his forehead furiously from where Sunwoo guessed he had hit his head on the fire escape for the apartment above yours.
The thought made him break his irritated expression and laugh. "Changmin hyung, do you just suck at aiming or something?"
The scarlet spider's white eyes narrowed slightly, and he simply held the place where his head hurt. "Hey, you try swinging around in an alternate New York City! Your universe is similar enough to mine, but I feel like everything's been moved, like, an inch to the left. Absolutely ridiculous."
You smiled in amusement, too, taking a step back to settle down in your desk chair again while Sunwoo leaned against the wall next to the window and poked his head out. "Welcome to Earth 412, I guess," you chuckled.
The alternate Spider man made a little waving motion with his hand. "Yeah, thanks, Yn. You know, it's so weird being back here."
"Why are you back?" Sunwoo asked. "As much as I enjoy you cockblocking me—" He hissed as you delivered a swift kick to his shin, "—yah! Okay, okay, I'm sorry!—Sangyeon hyung only said to use the watches when called for." He gestured to the sleek, black watch wrapped around his left wrist. It was a way to communicate between universes, as well as perform a variety of different tasks, one of them being traveling from universe to universe, as well.
Changmin, the spider of Earth 115, sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Well, I actually came to warn you."
Sunwoo tensed. "Huh?"
"Sangyeon's going to call you in soon."
"Oh, okay. I don't exactly see why you would need to warn me about that."
Changmin shook his head. "No, you don't—I can't… really tell you. Not here." His eyes flickered over to you, who sat listening intently. You and Sunwoo exchanged glances, and then Sunwoo looked back to his friend.
"Don't be held up on my account," you piped up in an attempt to lighten the mood. You stood and planted a kiss on Sunwoo's cheek. "Go do what you boys need to do."
Sunwoo smiled at you, grabbing your hand to give it a squeeze, before donning his mask once more. "I'll be back for dinner," he called back to you as he slipped out onto the fire escape with Changmin.
Your laugh rang in his ears as he swung away. "I'll hold you to it!"
Sunwoo grabbed onto the fire escape above yours to give him a swinging start, fingers triggering the firing mechanism of his web shooters as he defied gravity. With a WAHOO!, he slipped through the New York City skies, Changmin following closely after him. There was a place Sunwoo had in mind where the two of them could speak in private, without worry of anyone else eavesdropping or seeing them.
Behind the massive billboard face of Nike's most recent Air Jordans release, the two spider people landed near silent onto the cement rooftop. Sunwoo hopped up onto the railing behind the billboard, holding his arms as he walked across the beam with no problems. Changmin climbed up next to him, leaning against the end pole.
"So what's this all about?" Sunwoo asked above the cacophony of New York below.
Changmin crossed his arms. "You know when we recruited you?"
He stopped, turning to face his friend. "Yeah, what about it?" Sunwoo had been recruited to Sangyeon's team of multiversal spider people several months ago, when a particle collider in his universe threatened to dismantle the entirety of space and time as you knew it. When Sunwoo had stopped the collider from being restarted the first time, the resulting test had brought a handful of multiversal spiders crashing into Earth 412. It had been a mind blowing experience to learn about the multiverse, and that, for once, he wasn't actually alone.
He finally met people who understood him. He didn't have to carry the weight of this all by himself.
"We didn't tell you everything." There was a tension in his friend's shoulders and posture as he said this.
Sunwoo eyed him with trepidation and let out a nervous laugh. "What—what does that even mean?"
A tingling sensation erupted in Sunwoo's head, and both he and Changmin's focus whipped over toward the rooftop below where a large orange portal appeared. It felt as if it had torn a hole through the air, shoving its vacuum-like opening through the world. Sunwoo's heart leapt into his throat; it looked like he was about to find out from the man himself.
He briefly heard Changmin's curse disappear in the wind, and the two spiders leapt off the beams to meet the others coming through the portal to greet them.
Through the portal came one other, a Spiderman dressed in dark crimson and gold, a gold colored slab of lightweight metal attached to his back where four robotic metal legs would emerge when summoned. His helmet retracted, folding inwards on itself like that of a gradient—nano technology, as the wearer, Chanhee of Earth 426, had explained to Sunwoo when they first met.
"Did you tell him?" Chanhee asked Changmin.
The scarlet spider gave a brief shake of his head. "Nope," he said. Sunwoo could hear the disappointment in his tone.
"Told you coming earlier would've been better," Chanhee replied, inclining his head as he turned back to step into the portal, a silent beckon for them to follow.
Sunwoo exchanged glances with Changmin. "It's nice to see you too, hyung," Sunwoo teased.
Chanhee sent a look back to Sunwoo just before he stepped fully into the vortex portal. "You won't be saying that pretty soon."
He didn't have time to question any of this interaction, absolutely none. His brain ran wild with possibilities as he followed Changmin and Chanhee back to Earth 114. There was a sinking feeling in his gut… something he didn't even need his spider sense to tell him. Maybe he should have told you he wouldn't make it back for dinner after all.
Tumblr media
The New York of Earth 114 was home to the headquarters of the multiversal spiders called the Spider Society. It didn't matter how many times Sunwoo saw it with his own eyes, he could never take the awe out of his mouth. His lips parted in wonder as he passed by criss crossing pathways slicing to his left, right, and above and below him. Spider-beings passed by him in masses, all ranging in different varieties from their own diverse universes.
His friends walked ahead of him whilst making quiet conversation with one another, though it seemed like a hushed argument. That was why he refrained from butting in; something made him stay out of it. He didn't know why he feared what came ahead. For once, it wasn't his head saying it; it was his gut.
The scarlet and iron spider were leading him deeper into headquarters to where the shadows ran darker and the machinery ran faster. They passed by Chanhee's usual workstation where he manned the Go Home Machine, the device that scanned a being's target DNA and sent them back from where they came. Usually it was meant for Anomalies, beings that managed to crawl through the cracks between universes and ended up in one that would not be able to sustain them. Usually.
Instead of Chanhee manning the helm, however, there were a couple other spiders Sunwoo didn't recognize trying to labor over it and watch the machine do its thing. Maybe they were his protégés?
"Hey! You guys aren't teenagers; keep an eye on it, would you?" Chanhee barked at the spiders there, who immediately jolted into action.
Chanhee shook his head with an aggravated sigh. "This is what happens when people can't do what they're supposed to." He sent Changmin a pointed look, to which the latter pointedly ignored.
Sunwoo raised a hand in greeting as a few of his other friends passed by. "Hey guys!"
"Sup man," Kevin, Earth 223's resident Spider, exclaimed back in a wave. He, Juyeon, and Haknyeon all seemed to be headed out somewhere together, most likely on an assignment of their own. There were a couple others who Sunwoo had yet to see just yet, but he had a feeling that was about to be remedied.
They passed all the way into the inner lair, a large tunnel space that opened up into a taller tower-like area, housing a floating platform that acted as an office space of sorts. Navy blue light shone through the skylight at the very top of the tower, washing all of the specimens below it in that cool toned filter.
"—just a kid, Sangyeon."
"I've already made up my mind. Don't fight me on this, Jacob. He's already here."
Sunwoo swallowed at the sound of the distinct voices; he had a sneaking suspicion that the he Sangyeon and Jacob were referring to was him. He fidgeted with the watch on his wrist, trying desperately to calm his palpitating heart.
Changmin and Chanhee led him to the edge of the dark tunnel to peer up into the blue tower office. "We brought him," Chanhee said, his voice echoing against the tower walls.
The raised platform began to slowly make its descent, and Sunwoo gradually saw the spiders located onboard. There was Jacob of Earth 530 with his black uniform and pale yellow accents; and then there was Sangyeon of Earth 114, this Earth, with his broad shoulders fitted in a blue and red costume, a spider on the back that looked closer to fangs rather than the insect itself. Sangyeon was different from most of the spiders here—he was self-made, in the way that he had to continually inject himself with this red shit that made Sunwoo squirm in order to retain his powers… at least, that was what Changmin told him.
When the platform had lowered enough to fully view Sangyeon and Jacob but not enough for it to reach the ground, the two executives turned to face their guests.
"Hi hyungs," Sunwoo greeted, attempting to force the nerves out of his voice.
Jacob shot him a sunshine-like smile. "Hello Sunwoo. Nice to see you." He jabbed Sangyeon in the side with his elbow, urging the eldest to make his greeting.
Sangyeon's stony expression did not change. "Do you know why you're here?"
Jacob made an exasperated face, but said nothing else.
Sunwoo swallowed. "No sir. I'm guessing it's not for tteokbokki."
From beside him, he heard Chanhee snort and had to turn his head away to laugh.
Sangyeon merely lifted an unamused brow. He silently walked off the platform and landed on the ground floor with ease. Jacob followed swiftly after him. "When we first recruited you—and I use that term loosely—" He narrowed his eyes at Changmin in nod to his unconventionally forceful method of getting Sunwoo onto the team, "—we failed to mention something to you."
"I've pieced that much together," Sunwoo said, hand reaching up to cup the back of his head.
"Do you know what we're all connected by?" The blue and red spider asked. "Not simply by the names or insect we represent, but the destinies, the canon events written into our very DNA."
Sunwoo cracked his knuckles, heart kick-starting in his chest again like it was chugging up the incline of a rollercoaster. "What… what do you mean by canon?"
"A canon event is something like a pattern. It's a solidified event in your life, Sunwoo—in all of our lives." Sangyeon activated something with his watch, and the room was engulfed in a living hologram of orange. Lines zigzagged amongst each other like the connected dots, and Sangyeon expanded them with a flourish, revealing a familiar lineup of spider people to whom Sunwoo was acquainted with.
The lights of the hologram cut across the shadows of Sangyeon's face like a nightmare. "We're all made who we are by these canon events. Each spider being from each verse is shackled to the death of a mentor figure—"
Scenes of uncles and fathers being murdered flashed before Sunwoo's widened eyes, his body going slack at seeing his own uncle's dying breath leave his body. He couldn't even figure out what to say or think; his tongue had gone heavy in his mouth, words stringing together as slow and thick as wet sand. He couldn't breathe, all of a sudden. His uncle's eyes lost the light in them, they dimmed and dimmed and dimmed—hadn't it been all his fault? Couldn't he have been there to stop the robber?
"—and the death of one Captain or his… child."
More hunched over figures, one after the other, blood, tears, death—why was this being shown to him? Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Wait—did he just say Captain or his child?
"What," blew out of Sunwoo's mouth, breathlessly. "Wait, are you saying that—that Yn, my Yn, or her father is supposed to die?"
Sangyeon didn't answer immediately, but instead said gravely, "Canon events must happen, Sunwoo, or the fate of that world would be at stake. It would implode in on itself and destroy millions of innocent lives."
Sunwoo felt his heart rate spike, head whipping around to Jacob, to Changmin, to Chanhee. He imagined his eyes looked wild. "You're telling me she's going to die? Or her father—and, and what? What's the point of telling me all this?"
He couldn't let you die. He couldn't bear that devastation—not without at least trying to save you or your dad.
"When?" He huffed, fingers diving into his hair, mask fisted in one of his hands. "When is this happening?" He demanded.
A beat. "Three days."
Everything went quiet… and then the sound came rushing back in like a tidal wave crashing toward the shoreline.
"I have to save them—"
Jacob's voice cut in. "Sangyeon," like a warning.
But Sangyeon shook his head. "Oh no you don't."
Blood thundered in Sunwoo's ears as he yanked his mask back over his head and made a dash for the exit, only to have an orange, crystalline cage trap him in his place. Panic clambered into the dregs of his throat, suffocating suffocating suffocating…
"Sangyeon!"
"Sangyeon, don't do this!"
"He's just a fucking kid—!"
The world was spinning, and Sunwoo grunted as he punched and assaulted the cage walls, his friends pressing up against the outside and attempting to break through, too. "LET ME OUT!"
There were deep shadows beneath Sangyeon's eyes and he watched on with little to no sympathy. "It's for the good of the multiverse, Sunwoo. You'll understand someday."
Sunwoo bared his teeth. "You can't fucking expect me to not fight you on this."
"It will only be for a few days."
"Fuck you!" The amounting rage in Sunwoo's veins accumulated in a mass of electricity, and he forced that energy out at the force fields trapping him in. He screwed his eyes shut, arms swinging over his face, as he protected himself from the blast. When the cage shattered and blew his colleagues backward, Sunwoo wasted no time in sprinting down the hall.
An enraged roar followed after him—a web shooting past Sunwoo's face—not to grab Sunwoo, but instead to rip the watch right off his wrist.
He swore under his breath as he tripped over a piece of metal, cursing even more as he racked his brain for a way to get back to his earth.
"Bring me Kim Sunwoo," Sangyeon's voice boomed throughout the Spider Society's headquarters, accompanied by whirring red apocalypse lights, "don't let the Anomaly go home."
Anomaly—?
But Sunwoo had little time to dwell on that choice label as he slid through a closing doorway, nearly missing another spider's web flinging at his face.
"Okay, Sunwoo," he said aloud to himself as he emerged into the main quad area. It was bright out here, and hundreds of spider beings milled about like they were all at one massive Spider convention.
"He is an Anomaly, and considered armed and dangerous."
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Sunwoo cried in distress, aiming his web shooter for one of the high rafters as everyone in the room set their eyes on him.
Dodging skilled versions of himself was not the easiest task, and he weaved through the masses like something akin to a thread through the eye of a needle.
He dared not look back as he crashed through one of the windows of the society headquarters and went soaring down into Earth 114's main city. The city itself was a funnel dive, forcing Sunwoo to zip his limbs to his side and thread the needle through multiple layers of hover transportation and floating roads. Cars were turned up on their sides and he nearly hit his head on a dozen traffic lights.
"Get him!"
"This guy is everywhere!" Sunwoo groaned as he leapt from hood to hood, eyes scanning for a place to duck into and hide. The tingling sensation in his brain was ever-present, and kept him well informed of the encroaching Lee Sangyeon.
"AHHH FUCK!" He screeched, forcefully diving off the side of the road. A long, screeching honk echoed after him. "It's always the buses!"
The level below became a labyrinth of metal rafters and pipes. Steam blew out from unseen origins, but provided the perfect cover for Sunwoo to slip through and catch his breath. He pressed his back up against one of the cool, metal bars, his fingers pressing against his eyes in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.
His heart was five palpitations from clearing his ribcage at this point. He needed a plan—he had to have a—
"What the—" Web slapped against his back and yanked him into an abandoned alcove, "—shit!"
Sunwoo groaned as he crashed to the hard ground, furiously rubbing his tailbone after the impact. He glanced up and met Changmin's eyes, who kneeled down beside him.
"Before you go all rage on me," Changmin said and held up his palms in surrender, "just hear me out, okay?"
Sunwoo's chest rose and fell rapidly. He narrowed his eyes on his friend whose face was hidden behind his own mask. "Yeah, okay… fine," he huffed, "but only… only because—" he staggered, climbing to his feet, "I need to catch my breath."
Changmin cocked his head as if he didn't believe that. "Ohh-kay whatever you say." But even as he said this, he still kept his hands out as if placating a hungry lion. "Sunwoo, I know it's a lot to take in—"
"Yeah, no shit," he spat. Fear spiked in his chest, so hard that it was experiencing a heart attack each time. His uncle's death replayed in his head over and over—but now your eyes, draining of life, joined that visual. It was enough to make dread weigh in the pit of his stomach, an anchor that dragged him down. And yet, the adrenaline was still there, the instinct to do something about it.
His friend suddenly tugged his mask off, revealing his face and mess of curls glistening in sweat and worry. "Hey man, I know it's scary and I know that it is unfair—"
"Hyung, he wants me to let them die!"
"It's to save lives, Sunwoo!"
"So you would let your own significant other die? Even if you have the foresight to save them?" Sunwoo scoffed in disbelief. "You would leave their life or their father's life to whatever bullshit—a canon event—dictated?"
Changmin's brows furrowed and he swallowed. "It is not that simple."
"It sounds pretty damn crystal clear to me."
His friend inched toward him. "We're all mad about it, Sunwoo—devastated, destroyed, even. It's not something easy to digest—and, and I admit that I haven't even fully digested it myself. It's not something I've really… I've really thought about."
Sunwoo stared into Changmin's eyes as if he could peer right into his soul. There was pain in Changmin's voice, a sort of tension that he could identify with. A tension that was human. Sunwoo's hands shook. "Changmin—" he exhaled, "—Changmin, I'm scared."
There was that sheen of compassion in Changmin's eyes as he planted his hands on either of Sunwoo's shoulders. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay. I got you."
And for a second, Sunwoo believed that.
Beep beep beep… Both heads whipped toward the watch on Changmin's wrist. "Target acquired. Changmin, we are heading toward you now." Sangyeon.
Betrayal ripped through Sunwoo, a strike of lightning, and he tore away from Changmin, stumbling and knees shaking. The latter gaped at him, then the watch on his wrist, mouth open like a gaping fish. "I—I swear to god, I didn't know it could do that—!"
It was no use. Sunwoo didn't have the time to entertain what ifs—he launched himself out of the alcove just as the walls crashed inward with the arrival of backup.
Think, Sunwoo, think!
Sunwoo furiously stumbled, clambered, whipped himself up and through vehicles screaming toward him and at him. His ears rang with the echoes of their horns, along with the distant (but encroaching) sound of Sangyeon's voice.
Why was keeping Sunwoo at bay so important? There was no way that stopping two people from being murdered would cause a rift in the space-time continuum. He couldn't be that important in the grand scheme of things—?
A hand grappled his ankle and Sunwoo yelped.
"Kid, you're making a mistake!" Sangyeon yelled above the cacophony of traffic raging all around them.
Sunwoo, heart beat tittering on the brink of collapse from the jumpscare, held firm to the hood of the SUV headed up and out of the main city. He peered under him, where Sangyeon stood just below, his hand stopping Sunwoo from going any further.
"You have nowhere to run, you know."
Sunwoo knew. God, he knew. "How could you step aside and let them die?" He exclaimed with his whole chest. He couldn't bear the thought.
A muscle feathered in Sangyeon's jaw. "You would choose the life of one person over millions? You're too young to understand, Sunwoo."
Youth, that was always the fucking argument, huh? Sunwoo's lip curled in disdain. "Just because you couldn't save whoever in your past doesn't mean that I—can't!" With the last word, he stomped Sangyeon's hand away with his other foot and flung himself further up to the next vehicle.
He heard the growl of rage behind him as he scrambled to swing himself up to the next thing. He slammed his fingers against his web shooter, spitting web fluid against the wind berating him at anything, literally anything it could catch.
When it caught onto something, he went flying with it—soaring up toward the sun on the high-speed train.
A flurry of spiders followed swiftly after him as Sunwoo continued his climb. Heart pounding, he gasped for air at this altitude, head twisting backward to catch a glimpse of how he had done so far.
You have nowhere to run, you know.
Well, Sunwoo didn't have to run anywhere. He just had to get far enough.
Sangyeon was the closest on his tail, his teeth bared, and for the first time, Sunwoo could see the threatening gleam of his razor-sharp canines. He made one massive leap up to where Sunwoo was, yanking down on his legs, clawing at his back. Sunwoo kicked his legs out in an attempt to fling him off—shot web fluid in Sangyeon's eyes, but it only seemed to irritate him even further.
Sunwoo cursed as he rolled out of the way of an incoming punch, cursing again when Sangyeon fisted the material of hoodie and pulled him into his grasp, predator meeting prey.
Sangyeon grasped him by the back of the head and slammed his face into the metal— "Maybe I should just get rid of you," he growled into Sunwoo's ear as the latter tried desperately to swing out of this hold, "you weren't even supposed to exist anyway."
Something foreign tugged at Sunwoo's chest. "Man, you gotta stop talking in riddles—!"
He pressed his side against the train car and horse-kicked Sangyeon's lower waist as hard as he possibly could. As if it happened in slow motion, he watched Sangyeon lose his grip and fumble to stay on board the train, but it was enough.
Sunwoo dove straight off the metro and headed straight for the now abandoned headquarters, hands jamming into the pockets of his hoodie and catching the wind to slow his fall. Wind roared through his ears, muffling the sound of Sangyeon's pure irritation as the older spider no doubt dove after him. Sunwoo's eyes zeroed in on his desired landing place, cradling his head with his arms to soften the impact.
The window shattered on impact—he tucked, rolled, and ran.
This time, he willed himself to turn invisible to the eye, even heightened spider eyes. His brain scrambled as he made a mad dash for the Go Home machine. It was somewhere around here—which damn hallway was it in—?!
"Where did he go?" Sunwoo heard from down one open corridor, which made him crawl up onto the ceiling and remain there until he got to his desired location. It hadn't been Sangyeon, but all of his friends had been chasing after him just the same.
He couldn't trust anyone.
Steeling his resolve, Sunwoo leapt off the ceiling and played around with the controls, dancing around the control panel and trying desperately not to panic. He couldn't have possibly run for an infinite amount of time; he only needed to buy himself time to use the one other option he had to get back home.
"Fuck fuck fuck," he muttered to himself when the monitor began playing a very loud song out of the speakers. But it was too late, even as his hand slammed down on the button to mute it.
"SOMEBODY'S PLAYING MY BALLROOM EXTRAVAGANZA." Yep, definitely a Chanhee playlist.
Sunwoo felt the sweat trickle down his spine—but then he swiped his way through controls and somehow managed to hit gold.
"Sequence initializing," announced the machine, and Sunwoo could have screamed with delight and relief.
That was, if he wasn't currently being hunted.
Still shrouded in his invisibility, Sunwoo swung himself onto the steel platform poised at the center of the massive chamber past the control board. A metal arm emerged from the side of the board, an amber orange light scanning over his form.
Chanhee and Changmin barreled into the room, going straight for the control board having yet seen Sunwoo on the platform.
"What's happening?" Changmin cried out as he gripped the edge of the railing, his eyes whipping between the platform and the computer.
Chanhee's two arms and mechanical spider limbs worked furiously to override the sequence. "I don't know!" He grunted. "It's not listening to me!"
"DNA match found. Go Home sequence, commencing."
Sunwoo's physical appearance materialized on the platform just as the machine arm began crafting a crystalline-like webbing around him from the ground up. When both Changmin and Chanhee saw him there, Sunwoo's arm raised, fingers poised over his web shooter trigger.
"Don't stop me," he said, forcing power into his voice. He was trying hard to not let his knees shake right now.
His friends gaped up at him. "Sunwoo, you can't—"
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING? STOP HIM!" And just like that, Sangyeon and company rushed into the chamber like a stampede of buffalo, the former of which going straight for the platform Sunwoo was on.
55% completion.
The crystal had just finished encasing Sunwoo in its cocoon, and Sunwoo yelled as Sangyeon slammed against the outside.
He flinched back. "Just let me go home! I want to go home!" He cried out, hugging his hands to his chest.
Sangyeon beat at the outside with his fist, at first, doing nothing to the crystal—but when it began to crack, Sunwoo's heart dropped clean into the pit of his stomach. "You know why you can't," the man grunted, rearing his fist back to land another solid CRACK to the cocoon, "I have to save the multiverse, and you're in my goddamn way."
75% completion.
"Just leave me alone!" Sunwoo shot back, then backed up against the opposite side of the capsule as Sangyeon's arm cracked through.
90% completion.
He cursed, feet scrambling against the platform as he tried to stay out of Sangyeon's reach.
"You're gonna regret—"
Sunwoo didn't catch the end of Sangyeon's sentence, though he could probably guess what it was. He felt the familiar, yet somehow alien, suction of the vacuum portal. One second, Sangyeon was breaking his fist against the crystal cocoon, and the next, Sunwoo was gone.
Tumblr media
Sunwoo emerged in New York to a glorious late afternoon and fell straight out of that saturated, blue sky. He swore colorfully as he just managed to shoot his webs up at the nearest building and swing himself to safety. He landed on the edge of a rooftop, but he couldn't find the Air Jordan billboard he'd been at earlier.
But he noted Time Square just a few blocks down from him, and a few buildings he recognized from central New York City.
"Get to Yn," he muttered to himself, breath heaving as his heart palpitated in his chest. He determined the direction he had to go in, then began making the trek across the city.
His first priority was to find you, to warn you. He didn't know what or how the canon event would play out, but he desperately needed to make sure you and your dad were okay. You had to be okay—
Tears stung at the corners of his eyes as he narrowly missed another screaming bus, turning the corner to your apartment. The sun was sinking into the horizon now, casting an eerie, blood orange tint across the skyline.
He could barely get his thoughts in order: you, your dad, dead, alone, alone, alone.
As he neared your apartment, he could recognize your silhouette in the window as you hunched over your desk, no doubt studying hard as usual. A smile crept onto his face, a giddiness only you caused, sending a jolt of energy down his spine. He was relieved to be in your arms again soon, maybe even in time for dinner—
Wait.
He paused, web latching onto the fire escape above yours like usual, you never had sheer curtains. They were always shutters—
An internal alarm in his head screamed.
A blur of red and blue crashed into Sunwoo's body, sensing him and the body that tackled him, straight to the alley below. For a split second, he panicked at the thought of Sangyeon already finding him so soon, but it didn't take long for him to realize that… this wasn't Sangyeon.
He and his blue and red assailant wrestled on the floor of the alley, throwing punches that missed, ripping webbing from their eyes—Sunwoo swore as the other guy kneed him in the stomach and pinned his wrists and knees down.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Sunwoo's eyes widened as he came face to face with himself, but red and blue in all the weird places. There were silverish lines criss crossing across his suit mimicking the lines of a spider's web. This guy didn't sound like him though… He glared. "Who are you?"
With a surge of courage, he whipped his forehead upward and straight into his opponent's, sending him cursing and scrambling away.
Sunwoo wasn't in much better shape either, but though his forehead throbbed, he forced himself to his feet.
He and this… alternate Spiderman stood across from each other, walking in a tantalizingly slow circle, assessing the other. It felt awfully familiar, this experience; maybe he'd seen it in a meme somewhere.
"I'm Spiderman," Red and Blue drawled out slowly, carefully. His head cocked to the side. "Who are you?"
Sunwoo froze. "I'm Spiderman."
Red and Blue Spiderman stopped short. The white eyes of his mask narrowed. "Who sent you? Osborne? Doc Ock?"
Sunwoo made a face. "Who?" What was a Doc Ock...
"And what the hell do you want with Y—I-I mean, that… uh, that random girl in the apartment?" Red and Blue scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he stammered out a cover-up.
"Nice one," Sunwoo deadpanned. Then, as the information marinated in his head and the cogs in his brain began to turn, a realization dawned on him… and it filled him with pure terror.
Red and Blue must have sensed Sunwoo's dread. "What? Got nothing to say now? How about I—"
"What Earth is this?" Sunwoo blurted, head swiveling to and fro to find some kind of indication that he hadn't just royally screwed up. He shot a web up to the top of the nearest apartment building and swung himself up.
Red and Blue blinked. "Huh?" He swiftly followed after him. "Dude, dunno what rock you crawled out from under, but there's only one Earth in this solar system. You learn that shit in first grade." When he landed on the rooftop, he trailed after Sunwoo, who was busy soaking the skyline around him with a new pair of eyes.
Everything looked relatively the same.
It all smelled the same.
"—as always, this is your daily reminder to keep your eyes peeled for the Spider Menace!—" Sunwoo tracked that awfully annoying voice broadcasting from an electronic billboard more than a few blocks to the west. Featured on the screen was an older man with salt and pepper hair, and a mustache shaped like a broom. His face looked like one of those that were trapped in a perpetual state of irritation.
He made a face. "Who the fuck…"
Red and Blue made a guttural sound of disgust. "J. Jonah Jameson. My absolute best bud."
Sunwoo's head turned toward him. "People don't like you here?"
A snort. "I wish. Tough crowd, I guess."
Sunwoo pursed his lips into a small frown, but nodded. He could relate to that. The authorities and public had mixed views of him, especially at the start of his career. Even if he aimed to save people every time, he couldn't exactly pay for all of the damages done to buildings and structures and… well, people.
"You're not from here, are you?" Red and Blue said after a moment.
The dread, the panic, the fear, was beginning to creep into his nerves again. Sunwoo cracked his knuckles, trying to wrack his brain for next moves. Anything, anything. "Yeah," was all he could voice. Reality was a quicksand he was sinking into, deeper and deeper.
"I'm guessing that doesn't mean you're from LA, does it?"
Sunwoo laughed, but it was a sad sound. "I wish. No, it's more like… a different universe."
"So... you have your own Yn in that universe?"
Sunwoo swallowed. "Yeah."
His colleague gave a small nod, unable to find anything to say to soothe Sunwoo's nerves. There was so much trembling in his voice, his fingers, his knees…
From out of his periphery, Sunwoo spotted a hand extended out to him. "Well, since it seems we're both spider people—I'm Eric."
Sunwoo glanced from the hand offered and the red and blue mask, eyes locked on him expectantly. He clasped Eric's hand. "Sunwoo."
With a firm shake, Eric said, "Well Sunwoo, how about we find a way to get you home, huh?"
He hadn't even realized tears had dampened the fabric of his mask until he sniffled. Sunwoo released a shaky breath, eyes wandering back to the skyline that had looked so close to his, but was now a complete foreign entity. He had less than three days to get back home to you with seemingly no way back at all.
Tumblr media
a/n: honestly unsure of a sequel lol but it would be cool to explore eric's spidey universe
tbz m.list
permanent taglist: @crazywittysassy @seomisaho @stopeatread @enhacolor @rnjfy @jaehunnyy @kpopjackie @spiderrenjunfics @soobin-chois @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l @mingiholic @ja4hyvn @vatterie @yogurteume @ethereal-engene @hyunjaespresent-deobi @justalildumpling @hongyangi @pxppxrmint @nerdypastacalzonespy @miusgirl @zhaixiaowen @wtfhyuck @winterchimez @sodafy @fluorescentloves @tinkerbell460 @kflixnet @gyulfriend
368 notes · View notes
yootaesowlwrites · 6 months
Text
Taste Me On Your Fingers - Lee Juyeon
Tumblr media
W/C: 3.6K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
Prompts: “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” + “I want to taste me on your fingers.”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, hand kink, nudism, nicknames, breast play, nipple stimulation, dirty talking, clit stimulation, fingering, finger riding, neck holding, finger sucking, cum tasting, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
Tumblr media
You sit down on the couch after you had finished in the kitchen, you bring your feet up onto it and pull your phone out as you move the television controller out of the way, you were about to unlock your phone when your eyes landed on Juyeon’s hands as he firmly held the console controller in his hands, and you could see some veins appearing on his hand and travelling up his arm. You and Juyeon had a day off and decided to spend it together yet doing separate things, which was all going great until now, all thoughts about whatever you were about to do on your phone were out the window and forgotten about. Now you could only imagine what his hands were doing to you, gripping you, holding you, making you feel good. You shift in your position and feel your juices moving between your folds and your eyes widen slightly, there was no way you were already wet just thinking about what his hands can do to you, no way. And before you could even process what you were about to say, the words fell from your lips.
“I want to taste me on your fingers,” You say. You watch him drop the console controller to the floor at your words before turning to you with such speed, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “I…” You begin to shuffle on the couch, moving everything you had near you aside before quickly standing, only for him to grab onto your wrist and stop you.
“You want to… taste yourself on my fingers?” He slowly repeats your words back to you, you keep your gaze away from him, suddenly finding anything else a lot more interesting. “Don’t be shy now… you weren’t shy just a few moments ago,” He tugs on your arm, pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs before he spreads his legs, oh fuck, why did you have to wear such loose shorts today? He takes the phone from your hand, and you watch him put it on the table next to the couch. “You want my fingers inside you?” You slowly nod your head as you now looked directly at his face, you could see his eyes slowly darkening as a cloud of lust covers them, his hand touches your knee, and he slowly slides it upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on your skin, his touch was sending your mind into a frenzy and your senses into overdrive. “What my baby wants… my baby gets.”
“Ju…” You breathe out, but it sounded more like a whimper, you feel your skin heating up and your heart rate spiking, the way he was looking up at you with that fucking smirk on his face. His hand lifts away from your thigh and moments later it was underneath your shirt, slowly sliding up your stomach and to your chest.
“No bra?” He asks, you feel his fingers trace over the curve of your boob before they found your nipple, the light touch makes you take in a shuddering breath as you feel a tingling sensation going down your stomach. “How convenient,” He releases your wrist and takes hold of the hem of your shirt and begins pushing it upwards, you quickly move your hands to grip the hem of your shirt as well and help him with removing it. “Fuck…” His eyes slowly roam over your chest, taking you in, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked, but every time he did, he fell even more in love with you. “What a beautiful sight,” His forefinger was rubbing feather-light circles over your nipple, which was slowly causing your nipple to harden.
“Hmm, Ju…” You whisper, you lick your lips, and your breathing begins to become heavier as the temperature in the room becomes hotter. Juyeon leans closer, and you watch his every movement, he licks his lips before his tongue slowly makes contact with your nipple. “Fuck, Ju,” He was staring up at you with such a dark look in his eyes while his tongue was licking a slow thick stripe over your nipple. “Fuck,” The stare alone made your pussy twitch. “Juyeon, dammit,” His lips wrap around your nipple and your back lightly arches, his thumb takes over from his forefinger, and he rubs harder and faster over the bud. “Hmm, mmh,” You move your hand to the back of his head and slide your fingers through his locks before gently holding onto it. “Ju…” Your lids flutter at the sensation going through you.
You buck your hips over his thighs as you hear him sucking on your nipple and breathing hard against your skin, his other hand cups your pussy through your shorts and panties, and he slowly rubs his hand along your pussy. You reach down with your hand and cup him through his shorts, feeling a bulge slowly forming, you rub your hand along his clothed cock, copying the movements of his own hand on your pussy.
“Ju…” You breathe out, feeling out of breath already. You kept eye contact with him through everything, and you could feel your panties were completely wet by now. “Hmm…” He tugs on your nipple before releasing it, he sits back, and you take note of how wet his lips looked from sucking your nipple.
“You feel so wet,” He mutters. “I swear I can feel it through your pants,” You take in a deep breath and feel him move his hand to the side of your pants before slipping past them and pushing against your panties. “Hmm, I can feel it here especially,” He pushes your panties between your folds, making your juices push through your panties and coat his fingers. “Fuck, let’s get these off,” He pulls his hands away and both his hands quickly grip your waistband, you briefly get up from his lap and allow him to push your pants and panties down before you were back on his lap and his hand back between your legs and pushing against your pussy while his other hand rests on your thigh. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.”
“Hmm, it’s your fault for that,” You mutter. You feel his fingers rubbing over your folds as he spreads your juices over your pussy, he bites his bottom lip, making your walls clench at the sight.
“My fault?” He asks once he released his lip. “And how is that?” His fingers slip to the inside of your folds, and you feel them rub along your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit and slit.
“Because of your hands,” You say and wiggle your hips, hoping you could get his fingers where you ached for them the most. “If they didn’t look so good, then I wouldn’t be this wet right now, and you would have still been playing your game,” He looks down between your bodies, and you bite your lip as he does.
“Then I should thank the universe for giving me these hands to cause this then, shouldn’t I?” He asks, he pushes the tips of his fingers against your slit, making you release your lip as your mouth drops open. He looks up at you to watch your reaction as he pushes two digits into your sopping hole. “I am so thankful for these hands,” Your palm on his cock pressed down a little hard, causing a groan to fall from him.
“Ju… Juyeon,” You moan out, his fingers easily slipping into you with how wet you were. “Oh… my… fuck,” Your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fell shut, his fingers curl inside you when they were pushed into you fully.
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” He says, making your walls clench around him. His fingers slowly uncurl before sliding out of you. “Let’s add another one,” Your hips buck as you feel a third digit slipping into you, stretching your walls around them.
“Ju-Juyeon,” You stutter out, feeling tingles going up your spine. “Oh, fuck,” He curls and uncurls his fingers inside you, you could feel a knot of tension quickly starting to form inside you. “Oh, my fucking…” Your other hand in his hair tightens its hold, and you could feel sweat running down your back.
“Baby, you’re so wet, can you hear that?” He asks, and how could you not? Your wetness was squelching loudly with each movement of his fingers inside you. “Doesn’t that sound delicious?” You lick your lips as they suddenly felt dry. “Since you said you want to taste yourself on my fingers, why don’t you ride them, and I’ll reward you by letting you clean them?”
“Juyeeeeoonnn,” You whine out before living your hips and lowering them back down on his fingers, you move your hand away from his bulge and grab onto his shoulder to help you move. “Fuck, I… Juyeon,” He watches as your tits bounce in front of him as you bounced on his fingers, getting yourself off on them.
“Fuck, baby, you look so hot riding my fingerings,” He says. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” Your walls clench around his fingers at his words of praise. Your breathing picks up, and your nails begin to dig into his shoulder through his shirt as you felt your toes curl as a warm, tingling feeling begins to rush up your legs.
“Oh, fu-fuck,” You moan, you could feel drool spilling from the corner of your lips at how good you were feeling. “I…” Your hips falter for a moment as you felt the tips of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot. “JUYEON!”
“Did that feel good, baby?” He asks. Fuck, you could just hear the smirk on his lips through his words, but you didn’t care at this moment, all you cared about was his fingerings hitting that same spot again and edging you closer to your high. “Let’s add to it,” Your back arches as his thumb makes contact with your throbbing clit.
“JUYEON!” You scream, feeling your mind slipping into the clouds while your body was slowly starting to shake with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I…” You move faster over his fingers, starting to chase after your high to reach that blissful feeling. “Fuck, JUYEON!” His thumb rubs over your clit, making sure to follow the rhythm of your hips, when you came down on his fingers he pressed down harder and when you lifted the touch became lighter. “Fuck, fuck…”
“Cum for me, baby,” He says in a low tone. As you lowered onto his fingers, they press down hard against your sweet spot, causing stars to explode behind your lids and the tension inside you to snap.
“JUYEON!” You scream and pull at his hair while digging your fingers harder into his shoulder, your hips stutter as your high courses through, and you come undone around his fingers. “FUCK!” The feeling was indescribable, but you just know it felt so good and you loved experiencing it. “FUCK!” Your mind was spinning in the clouds as your body floats along.
“That’s it, baby, make a mess for you to clean up,” He says. Your hips sink on his fingers a final time before he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your high, his thumb staying to rub your clit. “So fucking hot of you, baby,” Your body slowly stops shaking as you come down from your high. His hand that was just resting on your thigh slowly begins sliding along your leg and over your hips before you felt it pause at your collarbone. “Look at me,” You swallow as your pussy clenches at how low his voice was. You lift your head and his hand lightly wraps around your neck, just to hold onto it. “Open your pretty mouth.”
“Ju…” You whisper and keep your lips parted, his fingers slip from you, and you suddenly felt so empty without them. He presses his fingers against your bottom lip, making you feel how wet they were before he pushed them into your mouth. Your lips immediately closer around them and you begin sucking on them, you open your eyes and make contact with his dark lust-covered ones as he stares at you, watching you intently as you suck on his fingers.
“How do you taste?” He asks. He feels your tongue running along the pads of his fingers as you tried to get everything, the way your mouth looked so stuffed with just his fingers made his mind spin as he imagined his cock stuffing it instead.
“Hmm,” You hum, and release his shoulder to grab onto his wrist and hold onto it. The sight only causes his mind to spin even further, he presses his fingers down on your tongue, causing drool to pool around them before it started to pour from the corner of your mouth and slip down your chin before dripping onto your chest.
“How fucking hot…” He mutters before slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth. “Take my cock out for me, baby,” Your hand immediately drops from his wrist and your other hand releases his hair as you move to grip onto his shorts, he pulls his hand away from your neck, allowing you to look down between your bodies. You carefully push it down before you carefully move his underwear over his bulge. “Hmm… see what you caused,” Your pussy twitches as you saw his cock, the prominent vein on the underside and the slit leaking with pre-cum.
“Fuck, Juyeon…” You whimper. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and curl your fingers around the fabric before pushing it upwards, he lifts his arms, letting you remove it. You could see his skin glistering with sweat as you toss the shirt aside. “Wow…” You barely picked up as he moves everything that was on the couch out of the way or even pushing it onto the floor, he grips onto your waist and moments later you found yourself on your back and him hovering above you with his cock pressing between your folds, inches away from your entrance, his body moves, and you quickly realise he was getting rid of his pants and underwear.
“I need to be inside you so desperately now,” He says. You feel one of his hands slide down your thigh before he wraps your leg around his waist before his hand disappeared and seconds later you felt his cock sliding down to your entrance.
“Ohh, oh, fuck, yes, I…” You moan out, your lids fluttering at the feeling of his cock causing friction against your pussy. You lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, hooking your ankles. He pushes his cock into your entrance before his hand pressed down into the couch next to your head. “Ohh, oh, fuck, Ju…”
“Fuck, I… uhm,” He groans as he feels your sopping walls sucking him right in. “Fuck…” His other hand finds yours, and he pushes it down above your head, his fingers interlacing with yours and squeezing your hand as he slides deeper into you. “So… good,” His words were strained as his mind spun at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.
“Ju…” You moan, your free hand moves to the back of his head, and you slide your fingers through his hair before gripping onto them. “So… good,” You feel his hips pause once he was completely inside you, both of you breathing hard at how good it was feeling.
“Shit… so good,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated and pleasure was morphed onto his face. “Fuck,” He lifts his hips, his cock siding out from you almost fully before he thrusts back into you.
“Fuck!” You moan as you feel your breath get stuck inside your throat for a moment. The sound of your juices squelching fills the air and the sound of your moans and his grunts and groans bounced off the walls, his hips were moving just fast enough to cause pleasure to course through your veins and a ball of ecstasy to build inside you again yet slow enough to drag the moment out.
“Fuck, fuck, taking me so good,” He grunts. The sound of skin hitting against skin was loud as he thrusts in and out of you, your walls were starting to pulse around him as another high was building inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, and you could already see stars starting to appear behind your lids.
“Fuck, Ju… fuck,” You breathe out. You could feel your muscles starting to pull tighter as the blissful feeling was nearing. “More, harder,” And with your words, his hips thrust into you harder, and you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger. “Fuck, fuck, I…” You could feel tingles running up and down your spine, making you dig your heels into his lower back. “Ju…” Your hips buck up into his, and you feel his cock sliding deeper into you momentarily, your muscles twitch and the stars behind your eyes quickly turn into fireworks as the tension inside you snaps. “JU!”
“That’s it, fuck, yes,” He groans out, his hips moving faster as he feels your walls milking his cock. “Fuck…” You push your head harder against the couch as your body shakes with pleasure, your hand squeezes his, and you could feel your thighs becoming wet with how your wetness splattered against them.
“JU!” You scream. His other hand slides between your bodies and, moments late, your back arches as you feel his fingers touch your clit. “FUCK!” You hadn’t even come down from your high, and he was already causing another one to build up inside you. “JUYEEEOOOONN!” His hips were stuttering as he tried to keep up with the fast pace he had, but his mind was buzzing with pleasure and the feeling he was going to experience within moments.
“Fuck, keep milking my cock, baby,” He breathes out. Your body felt sticky and wet, and everything felt sinful as you did it in the living room, but it all felt so right and so good. Your legs shake as another orgasm rips through you, and you could feel tears spilling from the corner of your eyes.
“FUCK, SHIT, I!” You scream, unable to form a proper sentence. Your mind was empty as your body floats through the blissful feelings, his hips falter as your walls clamp down around him, and then he felt it, a heartbeat in the tip of his cock and he knew that he was close. “Juyeon, fuck, I…” His fingers rub your clit vigorously as his hips ram into yours.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His voice hitches as he chants out, his back arches, and he tilts his head back as the feeling of the heartbeat explodes in the head of his cock and hot ropes of cum spill into your hole, filling you with his load. “FUCK, Y/N!” His hips slow down until they’re just rocking into yours to ease himself through his high, his fingers pause against your clit and his jaw clenches as he breathes loudly through his nose. Your body felt like it was numb to the amount of pleasure that you experienced, and your lids felt heavy as you forced them open to watch him experience his high.
“Fuck… just like that, Ju…” You whisper, your grip on his hair loosened as you slide your hand to his cheek and softly rub your thumb over his cheek. “Just like that, it feels so good,” You feel his hips come to a halt against yours, and he lowers his head before burying it in the crook of your neck to take a moment to catch his breath.
You both lay there in silence as you let the moment sink in and let everything settle down, the temperature slowly begins to drop, and the colder air begins to nip at your sweat-coated skin, the feeling of the afterglow slowly begins to settle inside you, and you felt content with him being on top of you, his warmth radiating off onto you and his scent surrounding you and filling your lungs, which immediately brought you comfort and a sense of peace.
“Did you like tasting yourself from my fingers?” He asks as he lifts his head, you nod your head as you make eye contact with him, the clouds of lust now gone and replaced with warmth.
“Hmm, I did,” You say. He slowly releases the grip he had on your hand and moves his hand that was between your bodies away and presses it into the couch.
“And how are you feeling?” He asks. “Anything you didn’t like?” You quickly shake your head. “Any pain?” You once again shake your head. “Any discomfort?”
“No to all of them,” You quickly say. “Just pleasure, and all good feelings,” He nods his head. “And you, any pain? Any discomfort?” He chuckles and leans slightly down, his nose brushing against yours.
“No to all of them,” He whispers. “All pleasure,” You tilt your head and your lips touch, your eyes shut as his lips move against yours, love pouring into you at that moment as he kisses you with passion and love. The kiss didn’t last long before you pulled back, breathing hard again. “Why don’t we go clean each other?”
���I would like that very much,” You say. He gently smiles before releasing your hand and sitting back on his knees, his cock slipping out from you and causing your mixed arousal to spill from you.
“Hmm, we definitely should,” He says before standing, he takes your hand and pulls you into a sitting position before pulling you to your feet. “I can’t wait to let you feel and see how my hands can clean you also.”
138 notes · View notes
inadaydream99 · 2 years
Text
Kisscapades
Enemies to friends to lovers, college au, fem reader
A/N - Just something I felt like writing that turned out to be longer than I’d intended. Honestly, I’m not sure how happy I am with this?? Feedback is always appreciated ☺️
Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only!
Tumblr media
It all started with his alluring eyes and heart-melting smile. From across the loud room filled with an unending sea of students, you spotted him and fell for his charming looks in a matter of seconds. Possibly a little shallow of you, yes. Particularly as you didn’t even know his name. But you were willing to acknowledge the truth of your initial attraction towards the handsome man across the room if it meant you got to speak to him.
To your dismay however, you had found that the guy behind those ethereal features was nothing but arrogant and rude. And to make matters worse, it seemed to be directed only towards you.
Changmin, you had learned, was a part of the dance society with your mutual friend Juyeon and considered a charismatic, friendly person. Even Juyeon was surprised by his friends treatment towards you. Never had he witnessed such a harsh temper from him.
It was in the aftermath of your first unpleasant encounter with Changmin that you decided you’d never allow yourself to fall for him. It doesn’t matter how attractive you found him, you have been enlightened to what an awful personality he has.
With your ego punctured a little from the blow of Changmin’s attitude, you were thankful to not share any classes with him. Luckily for you, you took polar opposite major’s; his in dance and yours in biology. The consolation from that first unpleasant meeting being that you wouldn’t have to encounter him relatively often.
Except, even with the limited possibilities of you and Changmin being in the same place at the same time, he still seemed to attend every party you did. Sometimes it felt impossible to avoid him. As much as you tried to.
If you couldn’t already feel his scornful stare burning holes into your skin from across the room, that would most likely be because he’s already sought you out for a battle of snarky comments or he’s tried to destroy your fun by grabbing everyone’s attention through his immaculate dancing, earning copious praises from his many admirers, much to your displeasure. And the triumphant beam that would arise on his face was only more irritating.
After a few more encounters, you began to bite back at Changmin and his ways of making you miserable. First, you decided to simply ignore his presence. No looking at him, no acknowledging his existence and especially no answering to his tormenting calls of your name. He really didn’t like that. And when Juyeon had rushed over to you to inform that Changmin had left the party early in a sulk, you felt like you’d finally won.
Except, the next time you attended the same party as him, he bit back harsher than ever.
Changmin was pissed off to learn that you had a massive crush on the guy he’d been watching you fawn over the whole night. He’ll admit that Lee Jaehyun is attractive and widely liked. But, that only seems to fuel the fire in the pit of his stomach.
He has to get your attention.
It took him a while of quiet observation and careful planning, but when the beer pong contest was announced and he noticed that you had teamed up with Jaehyun for a game of pairs, the perfect idea struck Changmin like a bolt of lightening.
“Aim like this.” Changmin watches from the back of the crowd circling the table as Jaehyun gives you a tutorial on how to take aim at the other teams cups.
If it really were possible to have steam coming out of his ears, then Changmin would have fogged out the entire room just from watching the way you cradle into Jaehyun’s embrace as he stands behind you and holds your hand. The way he guides your arm in a practice throw has Changmin practically seeing red. And your timid giggle and heated cheeks made a sharp pain pierce through his chest.
The way you react to Jaehyun’s touch is almost too much for Changmin to passively watch. So he storms off to find some much needed fresh air before he does something that he’ll regret.
His plan to get your attention will just have to wait a little longer.
~
So you’ve won every game of beer pong so far, and despite Younghoon and Juyeon landing some shots, you’ve managed to come out of both games pretty sober. Well, in comparison to poor Younghoon who had to chug four cups in a row and is now very rosy cheeked.
Jaehyun wasn’t as lucky as you, and found himself taking a step back from the competition when it became apparent that he was struggling to stand properly without holding onto the table in front of him.
Since then, you’ve been playing singles matches and the mostly still sober Juyeon had assumed role of referee.
“Anyone care to take on the challenge, or are you all too chicken?” You boast, casting a look around the table to see if anyone thinks they can beat you.
“You might be good, but there’s no way you’ll win against me baby.” Changmin’s challenging glare and the way he condescendingly calls you baby makes a shiver go up your spine. He steps up to the opposite side of the table with a confidence that makes you tremble.
“Try me.” You level his stare before picking up the first ping pong ball and squinting as you line up your target.
Landing it perfectly in the cup, you throw him a look to signify for him to down the drink, folding your arms and waiting impatiently. But Changmin is yet to be fazed by you and carelessly gulps down the beer in one mouthful, without so much as breaking the intense eye contact between you.
“I hope you’re thirsty.” You hear him mutter as he takes aim for his first shot. And suddenly, your mouth runs dry.
A chorus of cheers bellow from his end of the table the second the ball lands in your cup. But you’re not going to give him any satisfaction of enjoying the score. No. Instead, you drink the contents of the cup and manage to score your next throw within a matter of seconds.
You don’t know what’s more priceless, the sudden silence on Changmin’s side as the people surrounding you erupt into chaos, or the way Changmin’s cocky smile falls into a frown.
He knocks back the drink without complaint. However, when he succeeds his turn he remains calm and focused. Eyes still trained on you.
This game has just gone to another level.
Continuing to fire shots back and forth, it doesn’t take long for you to both be down to your final cups. You’ll admit, you’re feeling the effects of the alcohol by this point. It’s much harder to keep steady and aim so accurately. But you can tell that Changmin is feeling the same.
“Not so sure of yourself now.” Changmin smirks at you, watching the hesitation grow as you struggle to find the perfect angle to throw. With everything around you feeling a little hazy, it’s difficult to not let the affects of his velvety voice overwhelm your senses.
“I’m fine.” Your voice comes out uneven.
“You don’t seem so sure of that, sweetheart.” He propels back in an instant.
“Will you just shut up?!” You explode.
“Why?” Changmin tilts his head patronisingly. “Can’t handle it?”
His sickly sweet tone has your fist clenching the ping pong ball so tightly you feel it begin to crack under the pressure.
“When I win, you are not allowed to speak to me for the rest of the night.” You spit through gritted teeth.
“When I win, you have to stay with me for the rest of the night.”
He’s so sure of himself that you find yourself agreeing without considering his words. The only thing on your mind being how badly you want to wipe that irrationally gorgeous grin from his face.
The room is deathly silent as you ready yourself to make your final shot. You have to land this.
It seems as though time distorts into slow motion as you launch the ball in the direction of the final plastic cup that sits in front of Changmin.
You gasp as it hits the rim, bouncing off the side before smacking onto the table with numerous plasticky thuds.
“Such a shame.” Changmin’s condescending sympathy makes your bottom lip begin to tremble. So much so you have to bite down onto it to make it stop. “Now let’s finish this.”
You watch wordlessly as he skilfully makes his last throw with an air of smug confidence.
“Ha!” You exclaim the second the ball bounces out of the cup. “You missed too. So we’re even.”
“Absolutely not!” Changmin protests, turning to Juyeon for confirmation of what this means for the game.
“It’s a tie!” Juyeon announces nervously, his eyes darting back and forth between you and Changmin.
“Yeah!” You’re not as opposed to a tie with Changmin if it means getting away from him as soon as possible.
“So I guess that means, (Y/N), you have to stay with Changmin for the rest of the night. And Changmin, you aren’t allowed to speak.”
~
Without breaking eye contact, you’ve slowly backed Changmin up against the wall. If only you’d known how much power you had over his body ages ago. You would have been using it against him every day.
The moment Juyeon announced the compromise of the tie, you wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Both of you begged Juyeon to appease you from the others torment. But a deal was a deal, and you needed to follow it through.
So you’d spent the first hour standing with Changmin at the edge of the party, watching grumpily as everyone resumed dancing and having fun without you.
When you’d mumbled to Changmin that you were going to get a drink, he’d grabbed your wrist before you could leave his side, sending you a look, you assume daring you to try and get away from him. You waited for him to say something, but then you remembered that he wasn’t allowed to speak.
Smirking evilly, you manoeuvred your hand from his wrist and offered for him to hold your hand instead, before leading him into the kitchen so you could get the drink you’d been craving.
Arriving at the table, you went to free your hand from his, realising that you would be needing both hands to pour a drink, only to find that Changmin had taken the liberty of moving to hold your waist instead.
He snickered to himself upon your body going tense, but quickly shut up when you sent him a glare, “No making noise.” you scolded.
As you turned back to focusing on your drink once again, Changmin took the opportunity of being in the empty kitchen to move behind you and have both of his hands hold your waist.
You could picture the cocky smirk on his face. However, instead of finding it irritating, it made a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling begun to bubble inside of you. And, while you’d never ever admit this out loud, the way his hands securely held your waist made you feel safe; the prefect mix of delicate but firm.
Always wanting to one up him, you turned around in his hold and stared up at him. You watched every subtle contortion of his expression as you began your ministrations. The eyebrow raise as you placed both palms on his chest. The suppressed jagged breath as you leant up on your tip toes and let out a contented sigh. But your favourite of all was the deep gulp he made when you brushed your nose up the side of his cheek before you pulled away and bit down on the corner of your bottom lip.
That’s when he lost it.
Changmin’s resolve burst and the desperation to cave in to you was let loose. Never had you been dragged so quickly upstairs, into the first empty bedroom by anyone before.
You have to admit that it was impressive how throughout the whole ordeal, he hadn’t said a word.
So that’s what you find yourself trying to do now, pushing and pulling him in every way you can to make him break.
“We’ve always had a lot of tension between us, haven’t we.” You smirk, dragging the tip of your index finger up his chest slowly until it reaches his chin. There’s so many things Changmin wants to say back, biting onto his bottom lip so harshly he can taste his blood.
“Uh-uh.” You tut, using your finger to tug his lip away from his teeth. “That’s cheating.”
“You’ve been cheating too.” He grumbles.
“No speaking!” You complain, pouting up at him in an attempt to stop how much he’s making you want to smile.
An infatuated beam breaks out across his face in response, his hand moving from your waist to caress your cheek instead.
And the next thing you know, he’s closing off the space between you, his lips inching ever closer to yours.
When your lips finally collide it’s like an explosion of every intense emotion you’ve ever held towards the other overcomes you. The bashing of your lips becomes rushed and the air becomes thick from the heat of your berated breaths. You want to pull him closer but there’s no more room, already pressed up against each other in every possible way. Changmin’s hands squeeze your waist and yous reciprocate where they rest on his biceps.
You’ve never been closer and yet you still want more.
You whine when he detaches your lips for some much needed air.
“Stop being so needy. We have to breathe at some point.” He teases. You want to make a quip back at him about how he’s the one who initiated the kiss, but the way he looks at you with endearment behind his gaze makes you spent.
You’re done for now.
~
The next party you attend you find yourself backed up into a corner by Changmin, sly smirk resting across his perfect lips as his body looms over you. Wide-eyed and rendered speechless, you aren’t able to voice anything remotely coherent to him. So instead, you grab him by the back of his neck and force him to kiss you.
You can feel him smiling from the second your lips touch to the moment he draws back. But he doesn’t pull away too far, just enough for your lips to be ghosting.
“We should probably be a bit more social, don’t you think?” He whispers, taunting you with the fact that you’ve not left his side since you arrived to the party all those hours ago. But that’s the problem with Ji Changmin. Once you give into your desires, you never wanted to stop and it’s felt like an incredibly long week since he last held you, touched you, or kissed you.
“But what if I wanted to stay here, with you?” You gaze up at him, silently begging it’s enough to persuade Changmin.
Gone had the denial of feelings and the forced hatred towards each other. Instead, in the private spaces that you were able to momentarily claim as your own, you both let your guards down and melted into one another.
He contemplates for a moment and you take the opportunity to move your hands from where they were playing with the hair at the nape of his neck to instead smooth up and down his chest.
“I suppose we’ve already been gone too long for anyone to care where we are now.” He chuckles a little at the thought before wasting no more time in resuming your previous escapades.
~
The past month has been hectic, particularly as the end of the semester looms ever closer. With it, it brings assignment deadlines and a lot of stress. And so, you’ve found yourself attending parties less frequently than before. Which has meant that if you’ve wanted to see Changmin, you’ve had to get a little creative.
What started as you not so mistakenly texting him, pretending to think it was Juyeon and asking what time he finishes class, had then proceeded to become a fiery back and forth between you. That was until he’d suggested that you meet him after class instead.
And so you did.
As it turns out, dance and biology have something in common, the buildings are right beside each other on campus and neither you nor Changmin ever realised. While there would have been a time where this information would have made you annoyed. It surprises you to know how convenient it really had been in helping you to fulfil your Changmin desires and vice versa.
Everyday you’ve been sneaking off after class and coming up with the most random excuses to Juyeon as to why you aren’t able to hang out with him, before rushing to the janitor’s closet at the back of the building to meet Changmin. It’s become your mission to beat him to your meeting spot, since he always seems to get there before you.
Although, you’re not really that mad to find him already leaning against the wall, mindlessly scrolling through his phone while he waits for you to arrive. In fact, every time you’re just about to turn the final corner there’s a small part of you that fizzes with anticipation of seeing him and it takes everything in you to suppress the smile that wants to break out across your face when you do.
“Late again.” Changmin smirks, sliding his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. You roll your eyes at him, letting out a huff as you grab his hand and pull him into the closet as quickly as you can.
Once inside, you waste no more time in practically jumping on him, crashing your lips into his impatiently. And although Changmin kisses back immediately - he always does - there’s a part of him that feels a little saddened by your lack of wanting to talk.
He gets it. To you it’s probably just a simple make out session, nothing more than to satisfy the part of you that craves affection. But over the course of your meet ups, Changmin has been missing - and longing - for your heated arguments and childish quips towards one another. In short, he misses actually talking to you.
Don’t get him wrong, he also loves being able to kiss you. And knowing how much you want him inflates his ego like nothing else.
He’s continuously refused himself to delve too deep into his feelings about you. But, for some reason, today he is unable to let go and just bask in the moment of you.
“Where are you going?” You pout up at him as he slowly detaches his lips from yours, watching as you chase them before your mind catches up that he’s pulled away on purpose.
“Just thought we could talk for a bit?” His voice is hesitant. He doesn’t know why it’s so much more nerve wracking to say out loud than in his head. You let out a breathy chuckle. It’s light and sweet and makes Changmin’s heart skip a beat.
“Why would we do that?”
“I just thought since we spend a lot of time together, it would make sense.” Changmin watches the way you react, hating how still and silent you have become.
When he subtly reaches out his hand and brushes his fingers along your arm, he pays close attention to the way goosebumps appear in the wake of his caress. He know you feel just as strongly for him as he does for you. Your body wouldn’t react to him that way if you didn’t, right?
“We agreed this wasn’t going to be anything more.” You remind him. But, the softness in your voice does nothing to settle the hurt that your words bring Changmin.
“Then I can’t do this anymore.” He tenses, creating as much space as he can between you in the small closet.
You stare up at him dumbfounded. Where has this all suddenly come from? You thought you were on the same page with your not-friends with benefits sort of deal.
“You clearly don’t feel the same and I should have never agreed to fraternising with someone I don’t have a chance with.” He slips out of the closet so quickly you don’t have a chance to stop him from walking away.
It’s not his words that upset you, but the thought that things have just reverted back to the way they were before: no more subtle touches, seeing his warm smile or hearing his infatuated laughter. No more secret rendezvous. No more Changmin.
~
The second Changmin crashes face first into his bed and lets everything sink in, he knows he made the biggest mistake of his life. He hates you for making him feel so used. But he hates even more that he has to convince himself of that fact that he doesn’t hate you at all. Although, some things never change because he’s been doing that since he first set eyes on you.
From the moment you were introduced to him by Juyeon, there was this instinctive reaction within Changmin that made him push you away. He doesn’t know what to call the feeling that you stirred up inside of him. All he remembers from your initial meeting was that little voice inside his head telling him that he’d never be good enough to get someone like you to fall for him…
Of course, that’s why he’s wanted to keep a distance between you throughout your little affair… Kisscapade, he likes to term it. Changmin knew that if he let himself go any further than that then it would only hurt a million times more when you were to inevitably get bored with him and no longer want to make out.
But he fell anyway. And, just like he’d feared, you hadn’t.
In an attempt to distract himself of the you sized hole in his life, he practices dance. He dances so much that there’s hardly a time over the next week that he’s not in the practice rooms on campus. Even Juyeon was surprised by how much extra time his friend was putting in. And this had, of course, all been relayed to you.
He was there all hours of the day, way after class and well into the night. Changmin would be the only one left in the building, still working over and over on his routine. He wouldn’t stop until he’d perfected every move.
Just like right now. Just after midnight on a Thursday.
With the music still blaring through the speakers, Changmin repeats the pre-chorus to himself with increasing frustration. He just can’t seem to get it right. And after one particularly big mess up, he growls vehemently, his hands pulling at the sweaty wisps of his hair as he thrashes himself around.
Until his eyes land on the figure watching him from the doorframe. You.
You go to open your mouth to say something the second you make eye contact. But you’re frozen in place. No words sounding as you watch the way Changmin’s eyes darken.
He launches in your direction before you have time to process anything, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he smashes his lips into yours.
“What on earth are you doing here?” His gruff voice interrogates as he pulls back, nipping your bottom lip so harshly that you yelp.
“I heard from Ju-”
You’re cut off by his lips once again, all the breath being sucked out of your lungs as you allow Changmin to practically devour you.
“Bullshit.” He spits.
You try to muster a soft smile, kind eyes refusing to break contact with him.
“I care about you.” You exhale, mumbling. “As much as I know you think I don’t…”
There’s a pause between you, only the sound of the heavy breathing between you.
The next thing you know, you can feel the pad of Changmin’s thumb gently swipe across your bottom lip, wiping away the blood from his angry bite. Your lips curl into a meek smile, watching as he reciprocates.
You take his silence and careful ministrations as an opportunity for you to continue.
“I’m sorry for pushing you away the other day.”
“You don’t need to be. I think we’re both guilty of that.” He chuckles, finally allowing a smile onto his face.
And as he leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours, he hears you whisper so gently before reconnecting your lips once again:
“Let’s be something more.”
77 notes · View notes
blizzardfluffykpop · 1 month
Text
The Boyz Masterlist
Everything unmarked is plain fluff
Updated: 3/6/24 
Main Masterlist
One-shots/Series:
Sangyeon:
Request?
Jacob:
Request?
Younghoon:
Partners [Mafia au]
Broken Belts [Mechanic au]
Jaehyun (Hyunjae):
Request?
Juyeon:
Request?
Kevin:
Request?
Chanhee (New):
Request?
Changmin (Q):
Request?
Haknyeon (JuHaknyeon):
Request?
Sunwoo:
Request?
Youngjae (Eric):
Request?
3 notes · View notes
blossom-hwa · 1 year
Note
okay, i finally thought up my last two request options for your drabble event :D second is sunwoo and the color pink! i love pink, that’s the only explanation i have and i thought it would be cute.
third is artist!hyunjin or villain x hero w hyunjin >—< hyunjin painting is so <3 & then i fell in love after reading your villain!taehyun fic LOL
hi, thanks so much for the request! sunwoo + pink is such a cute idea <3 the hyunjin fic will be in the next ask you sent!
5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!
(this is loosely related to my svt jun fic titled a yellow scarf in winter - you don’t necessarily have to read that to understand this, though!)
REQUESTS OPEN!!
~
Title: A Pink Sweater in Spring
Pairing: Sunwoo x gender neutral!reader
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: seasonal depression (?)
~
When the snow has melted, grass beginning to show green across the earth, he comes with the sun, bronze skin shining, full lips smiling, large eyes wide and sparkling. 
“Hello,” he says, sheepish, when you open the door on that bright afternoon. “I know this must be a strange request, but would you be so kind as to let me stay for a night?”
The first time he comes, you are wary, of course. A stranger on your doorstep rarely spells good fortune no matter what the legends say, least of one who asks to stay a night. You're on the cusp of a polite decline, a brief bow of your head before you close your door, but just as you open your mouth to speak, something holds your back. 
(The legends are true, your great-grandfather had told you, the legends of gods and deities among mortals, of spirits and voices floating on the wind. Most cannot see them, but you - He pinched your cheek, smiled as you pouted and giggled in response. You will be special, my dear. I can tell that much.)
So instead of moving your lips in the mannered I’m sorry, but I can’t that society has taught you, you find yourself smiling at the bronze-skinned man who seems to glow in the sunlight. “Of course,” you hear yourself say. “Come in. What is your name?”
“Sunwoo,” he says shyly, bowing deeply. “My name is Sunwoo.”
When you repeat his name to yourself later that night when he’s fallen asleep in the guest room, you find that the word feels somewhat familiar on your tongue. 
He doesn’t only stay one night, your Sunwoo. You could hardly have him leave after that first day when you asked him if he had a place to go and he only gave you a shrug and a smile and a guilty no in response. And you could hardly mind, anyway, when two nights turn to one week which blossoms into a month before you realize - not when Sunwoo brings sunlight with him, makes grass grow and flowers bloom and leaves burst bright from the tops of trees. 
Sunwoo is vibrant in spring, his smile warm, his laughter loud, his eyes reflecting the glow of the sun even when you tease him and his full lips set themselves into a pout. When warm rain pours, he takes your hand and dances you around on the green, green grass, your screeching giggles echoing into the sky. 
With his fingers twined in yours, his wide, boxy smile directed right at you as he laughs at a joke you just cracked, you don’t think there could be any purer happiness than what you feel in this moment. 
Spring falls away eventually, replaced by summer. Sunwoo doesn’t change much as the weather shifts to warmer climes - perhaps he withdraws a little more during the summer storms, doesn’t venture out to dance in the rain the way he did in spring, but his smile remains intact, his skin as warm as ever as you curl up into him on the couch during the soft summer nights. He still squirms as you press close, still giggles when you tickle his sides, still screeches and laughs when you demand he admit that he likes this, that he enjoys this, that he likes your hugs and is just being a little brat when he insists that you go away -
(“I surrender!” he eventually gasps, eyes sparkling with unshed tears of laughter.
“Oh really?” You lift yourself up, hands still poised to tackle should he betray his words. “So do you actually like me tickling you?”
“Yes,” he giggles, smiling as bright as the sun setting outside. “Yes, I do.”)
Fall is when Sunwoo begins to fade. Not noticeably, not at first, but as the temperature grows colder, a chill beginning to frost the air, he speaks less. Sleeps more. He stops going outside as much, instead choosing to sit listlessly by the heater, wrapped in one of your warmest blankets, and even then he sometimes still complains of cold. You do your best to keep him warm, bringing him hot soup and steaming mugs of tea, to warm his chilled hands, but as his smiles grow small and wan, his bright bronze skin dulling in the winter air, you still worry. 
Sunwoo turns silent in winter. Words don’t leave his lips unless they must, and he spends his days wrapped in your warmest comforter, huddled on the couch. You try to get him to move, telling him he’ll feel warmer if he just walks around a little, and at first he listens sometimes but when the blizzards hit and the world outside covers itself in snow, his eyes turn wide, blank, and your pleas go unheard. 
He’s always cold, now. So cold. His hands never seem to lose their chill even when you rub them for hours, his shoulders always trembling no matter how close he sits to the heater, how many blankets you pile on his body. In desperation, you curl up with him at night, praying to every deity that exists that you won’t wake up to a cold, still body next to you.
But he only worsens as winter passes, as the winds grow sharper and the snow falls faster, covering the bright world of color in a blanket of white. You find yourself growing lethargic as the days go by, endless, blank white covering the expanse of the earth as far as the eye can see. How can you bring color back to this world of darkness, you wonder, color enough to bring the light back to Sunwoo’s eyes?
On one dark evening, when Sunwoo has closed his eyes and fallen asleep, you find your answer in a pile of bright pink wool sitting in a long forgotten drawer in your bedroom. 
It takes a while for it to find its shape at first. Sunwoo’s eyes track your progress dully, listlessly following your fingers and the subtle flash of knitting needles as you bend over the pink wool, counting stitches with a ferocity you didn’t think you had. But one week passes, and then another, and eventually, you have something. 
“Here, Sunwoo,” you say quietly on the night it is finished, holding out the pink sweater with as much of a smile as you can muster. “This is for you.”
You help him put it on, tugging the garment over his head, the sleeves over his arms. Sunwoo sits still like a doll as you dress him in the pink and when you pull away, you’re almost scared to look - what if nothing has changed? - but you force yourself to take a deep breath, to look in his eyes. 
They’re still dull, exhausted, chilled from the cold winter air. But you look closer, and - 
There’s a spark. A tiny spark in his pupils, dancing merrily like a tendril of flame to ward off the cold. And as you watch, a slow, tiny smile begins to tug at the corners of Sunwoo’s lips. 
“Thank you,” he whispers, voice barely a rasp. “Thank you, Y/N.”
When you wake the next morning, Sunwoo’s pile of blankets is empty, and the pink sweater is gone. 
For the rest of winter, you watch for him from the window, praying he will return, that he will find his way back safe and sound. But days of searching go by, fruitless, and your voice grows hoarse from calling his name. And as the snow falls lighter, the winds turning softer, you force yourself to face the truth staring you in the face. 
He’s not coming back. 
Which is why, when a knock sounds at your door the next spring, you don’t allow yourself to hope as you stand up to answer it. You erase any thought of your spring boy Sunwoo from your mind, take a deep breath before twisting the doorknob and opening the door. He’s not coming back. 
But there he is, a bright smile on his face, his bronze skin as warm and lovely as ever, eyes reflecting the sun setting outside, still wearing the pink sweater you left him in. You nearly slam the door shut - how could he, how could he just return like this after leaving you for the second half of winter without so much as a word?
Except there’s no recognition in his eyes when he opens his mouth to speak, not an inkling of remembrance in his sheepish smile when he says those words he spoke to you one year ago on a spring day just like this. You’re reeling, trying to figure out whether this is just a long-winded prank of his or a cruel joke from the universe when -
“Hello,” he says, and his voice sounds the same. “I know this must be a strange request, but would you be so kind as to let me stay for a night?”
That’s when it hits you. 
He really doesn’t remember you at all. 
You allow him inside, because what can you do? Tell him no and slam the door? No, you could never - even though he no longer knows you, you still know him, and he is still your Sunwoo, your lovely, bright Sunwoo who taught you the meaning of spring. And even if the year is meant to play out in the same way it did last, you know even now that you would do it over and over again, just for him. Just for your spring. 
Later that night, after you’ve volunteered to wash and dry the battered pink sweater he’s still wearing, he sits on your couch, eyes trained on you. When you come to sit by him, holding the newly dried pile of pink wool, he speaks. 
“You seem familiar,” he says, eyes narrowed slightly in an endearing mix of curiosity and confusion. “Have we met?”
You smooth out the clean sweater, its familiar folds of pink wool soft between your hands. “Not in my recent memory,” you reply softly. 
His eyes look into yours trustingly, eyes of pink flowers and green grass and spring. “But you seem so familiar.”
And it - it hurts. To know that Sunwoo thinks you are familiar, but doesn’t know the year you shared. You have to look away for a moment, a small lump crawling up your throat as your eyes fight back a pinprick of tears, but you take a deep breath. Swallow hard. 
You can still make something out of this, you tell yourself. Even if he doesn’t remember what you had before. 
“That doesn’t mean we have never met,” you reply, passing him the garment. He looks down at it, bunching his fingers in the wool, before looking back up at you, questioning.
“Perhaps we have,” you say, a slow, small smile curving your lips. “Once, upon a spring dream.”
28 notes · View notes