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Broken hearts can heal - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter II - Gifts around the dinner table

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Chapter II - Gifts around the dinner table

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"Helloooo! Look who I brought!" Taemin sang, balancing four wine bottles in his hands, Onew following him shortly behind.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the guy who said he can't come." Minho exclaimed and got up to hug the older. You got up as well, to greet them properly.

"I have so much work to do! But Taemin basically dragged me-" Onew started, before getting interrupted.

"Da-Eun!" Taemin exclaimed and ran to you, hugging you tightly. You got along with him a lot, since he was such a happy, open person. You truly liked him, maybe also because he was the closest to you in age.

"Yah, let me meet her too, will you?" Onew laughed then came over to you with a bouquet of various spring flowers. "I'm Jinki, it's nice to meet you!"

"The pleasure is mine, I'm happy that all of you managed to come today after all."

"Let's sit down." Key instructed everyone.

"Wait, I'm gonna go get a glass for Jinki." You remembered. Since you were about to play host for the whole night, you had to play the part right.

"Wait, I'll go get it. Is Key still keeping them in the top cabinet?" Minho asked you, and as soon as you nodded, he ran to the kitchen. He apparently had other plans in store, seeming to be mindful of you.

"Okay, okay, let's see. Da-Eun, give us your best, cheesiest pick-up line." Minho laughed, reading the small card in the deck.

You've been playing 1000 questions for a while now, and the boys already managed to down almost 2 bottles of wine.

"Hmmmm, let's see. Let me think." You rubbed your chin with your fingers for a couple of seconds until you remembered what one of your customers told you that made you cringe for the whole day afterwards, partly because of the pick-up line itself, partly because the dude was a creep.

"It's okay, take your time." Kibum nodded empathetically.

"What's on the menu?" You looked at Minho.

"I don't know, what?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Me n U." You winked and smirked, making the boys laugh.

"Y'all she got rizz!" Jinki exclaimed, and Kibum was already wiping tears from the corners of his eyes as Minho burst out into laughter. The joke wasn't that funny, but they were all getting drunk pretty fast, and drunk men are the easiest to amuse.

"Ok, next card, to Jinki: tell us your best joke."

"Hmm, okay. What do clouds wear?"

You smiled and urged him to continue.

"Thunderwear."

"Wow, that was lame." Taemin laughed, soon followed by everyone else.

"Wait, since you're going to have a kid, does that mean that next year you'll compete against Jinki at saying dad jokes?" Minho laughed at Kibum, who burst out laughing again.

"No wayyy!"

"Come on, they're funny!" I playfully slapped Key's leg, who grabbed my hand lovingly and kissed it.

"You're all mean." Jinki pouted. "I have another one! Da-Eun, how do you get if Key disappoints you?"

"I don't know. How?" You chuckled.

"You get Ki-bummed out." He laughed, and this one actually made you snort.

The boys also seemed to find it funny as heck, as Taemin started holding his belly from laughter and Minho was already on the floor, literally, rolling.

"Okay, I know I have the best jokes in the world, but let's take a small break please, I gotta go take a piss." Jinki stood up, and you were thankful since you really wanted to do something before everyone got blackout drunk, and as things seem to go by, it was going to happen sooner rather than later.

You stood up and went to Taemin, tapping him on the shoulder two times and whispering in his ear.

"Can you come with me real quick?"

He nodded and stood up, and you guided him to your bedroom. You were glad Key went to the kitchen to bring some more snacks, and Minho was scrolling on his phone and didn't notice you and Taemin leaving the room.

"What are we doing here?" Taemin smiled excitedly, as it felt like you two were sharing a secret and doing a secret mission.

"Look, there are five small boxes up there, behind those clothes." You opened your wardrobe and pointed to the highest shelf where you hid gifts for the boys. "Can you grab them please?"

"Sure." Taemin smiled and took the boxes with ease, following you back to the living room.

"Where were you?" Jinki asked curiously, and you were glad that everyone was once again seated.

"So, since all of you came here... I have an announcement to make." You grinned and grabbed the first box, giving it to Kibum.

"Don't open that yet." You scolded him as you noticed his fingers already playing with the small ribbon that was holding the box in place, and he just nodded with a small smirk, as if he was caught under the Christmas tree too early in the morning by his parents.

You gave the second box to Onew, you placed the third one on the table, the fourth one went to Minho and Taemin ended up holding the remaining one.

"Okay... you can open them at the same time." You said and kneeled down in front of the table, opening the box you just placed there, as the person who was supposed to do it wasn't present.

Key was the first one to finish opening up his box and pulled out the custom T-Shirt you created from it, reading it out loud.

"You're going to be the most awesome dad. Signed, your future baby boy." He read it out loud, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he started sobbing and stood up to come and hug you.

"We're going to have a boy?!" He cried, and you became emotional and started crying as well, hugging him back as both of you kneeled on the ground.

The rest of the boys pulled out their T-Shirts as well. Onew's read: "Best Uncle #1", Minho's read "Best Uncle #3", and Taemin's read "Best Uncle #4".

"You... you made one... for Jonghyun?" Minho started tearing up as well, his eyes trailing over to the T-shirt you pulled out on the table that read "Best Uncle #2". Of course you couldn't forget someone who was so important to them. Even if he passed away so many years ago and you never got to meet him, Kibum still talked about him fondly, so you felt it was absolutely necessary to include him in this as well.

Minho put down his box on the table and stood up as well, kneeling next to you and hugging you and Key tightly.

The other two boys followed immediately, and came around the three of you, in a group hug.

The gesture made you feel accepted, and you were sure your baby was going to grow up being loved by so many wonderful people, which you were so grateful for.

You woke up early the next morning due to the terrible nausea that didn't let you sleep, even if you went to bed late.

The boys all got drunk and decided to crash over, so you got out of your bedroom and walked as quietly as possible towards the bathroom, where you managed to throw up every little snack you ate last night.

You were feeling horrible and knew you couldn't go back to sleep, so after finishing throwing up your bowels, you washed up a bit and went to the living room, where you were surprised to see Minho sleeping uncomfortably on the couch. You had two guest bedrooms because you didn't have time to make one of them the nursery yet, so you weren't sure why he was out here.

Still, you didn't want to wake him up. It was barely 9 AM, and they stayed even later than you did. You started grabbing the empty wine glasses on the table with care and then came back to also get the few plates with leftover food.

He was still asleep by the time you finished grabbing what you wanted to clean up, so you carefully closed the kitchen door and poured yourself a glass of grapefruit juice, hoping it's going to help with the horrible nausea.

It didn't.

Still, you got up from the kitchen table and turned on the water, starting to wash the glasses.

You didn't hear the kitchen door open, so you got shocked to see two large hands grabbing the glass and kitchen sponge from your hands.

You turned your head around and saw Minho, who started to push you away from the sink with his body.

"Morning." He said, his voice raspy, and he looked so obviously tired, you felt bad he didn't sleep more.

"Did I wake you up...? Sorry, you should go back to sleep..."

"Let me wash these and sit down." He instructed you, making you frown.

"But-"

"You need to rest too, we've been loud until 5 AM. So please..."

"Okay..." You nodded, and it somehow felt like you were being scolded.

"Pregnant people should rest more than drunk idiots." He concluded, making you laugh.

"Don't be mean, you haven't seen each other in a long time." You smiled. "Should I make you a coffee?" You remembered, and wanted to stand up again before he threw you a killing glance.

"Just sit down, I have two arms and two legs, which I'm very grateful for, and they are great at making coffee. I'll just make one when I finish the dishes."

"You don't have to hand wash them, by the way... you can just put them in the dishwasher..."

"Why haven't you, then?" He laughed.

"It's getting harder to bend down..." You chuckled, looking down lovingly at your cute bump that was starting to get pretty big already.

"Kibum should be doing the washing then." Minho laughed. "I'm gonna scold him for you."

"He usually puts them in the dishwasher."

"He's still lazy. I swear. Whenever I would come visit, I would have to do all sorts of jobs around the house. Laundry, cleaning up tables, washing his dishes, gardening, you name it. I was shocked to see the house so spotless yesterday!"

"Come on, it wasn't that bad when I moved in." You laughed. "It's just that I'm a clean freak and I hate stains..."

"I'm the same! Clean freaks club united!" He laughed and raised a small fist in the air, splashing you a bit with water.

"Oh my god!" You laughed, making him turn around and notice.

"Oops, sorry, sorry!" He laughed as well and gave you a box of tissues to wipe up the bits of water.

"Thanks."

"By the way, Da-Eun..."

"Yes?"

"I really wanted to thank you... for last night. What you did was very thoughtful, and... thank you." He looked straight into your eyes, and you smiled kindly, understanding how much the simple gesture you did meant for him and the other guys.

"I should be the one to thank you for accepting me and for supporting me and Key's relationship... and I hope you'll also... love this baby and be there for him as his uncle..." You let your head down, feeling grateful.

"Of course! I'll be the best uncle. I'll play football with him, sing with him. You can count on me, Da-Eun!" He smiled kindly at you, then continued to wash the dishes.

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shining-starry · 9 months

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hi hi! I'm sorry for this jumpscare of an ask but I was wondering what's your favourite book/musical/kpop song! Would love to hear you gush about them🥰🩵

oh my god this is so sweet?? thank u sm <33

i’ll take any possible opportunity to gush about the caraval and once upon a broken heart series!! the writing is so lush and beautiful and makes reading the book a whole experience, and the world building is really interesting and unlike any other fantasy worlds i’ve read about. the characters are also wonderful, especially jacks and evangeline my loves 🥰

i don’t think i can pick a favourite musical, but i typically go with les mis, phantom or anastasia. the music in all of them is beautifully written, and has that extra theatricality that i adore. i love the message of love and hope present in all of them, and i’m really looking forward to seeing les mis and phantom live one day (i got to see anastasia and sobbed through the whole finale haha)

again, i rlly don’t think i could pick just one song as my favourite since there’s so many, but i love the majority of bts, twice, txt, ateez, ive, wayv and new jeans songs!! i also listen to a lot of exo, enhypen, stray kids, le sserafim, iu and taemin :) they’ve all got such unique styles and i love them all

thank you again so much for this!! you’re the actual sweetest 💖💕

#lovely mutuals #books #musical theatre 💕#kpop

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hyunsung · 3 years

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comfort minimoni gifs for comfort friend @jimimon (cr. x)

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junghelioseok · 3 years

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clandestine. | 03

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 9.2k [3/6]

notes: this will likely be my last update of this fic until the new year, because i have two (2!!!) other fics that i’m planning to post in december, including another jungoo one, so! please look forward to those, and enjoy this chapter in the meantime!

warnings: jk’s massive noona kink: a recurring yet warranted warning, me absolutely fucking up everything about korea’s geography probably, semi-public? fingering???, jungkook....... shall we say, rocks the boat, there is one (1) dick pic but no one’s complaining

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Monday - 11:27am

Kim Taehyung added you to the group: the great escape!!!!!! 🏝🚗💨

[11:27am] Taehyung: let’s gooooooooooo!!

[11:27am] Jisoo: ???

[11:28am] Lisa: go where?

[11:28am] Taehyung: parks lake house this weekend! we’re going on vacation!

[11:28am] You: hold up tae, we haven’t even asked our parents if we can have the house yet

[11:29am] Chimchim: oh yeah lmao

[11:29am] Chimchim: u wanna go ask noona??

[11:29am] You: nope

[11:30am] Chimchim: ugh, fine

[11:30am] Chimchim: u big baby

[11: 31am] You: 🙄

[11: 37am] Chimchim: they said yes!

[11:38am] Taehyung: LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[11:38am] Minho: sweet 👍

[11:38am] Taemin: tight

[11:39am] Jungkook: dope

[11:40AM] Jisoo: you’re all idiots 🙄

Tuesday - 2:34pm

[2:34pm] Chimchim: i’ve secured the van

[2:34pm] Chimchim: for the trip i mean

[2:35pm] Taehyung: noice

[2:35pm] You: 10 people aren’t gonna fit in mom’s van, chim

[2:37pm] Jungkook: i can drive too

[2:37pm] Chimchim: 👍👍

[2:37pm] Chimchim: see? nothing to worry about

[2:38pm] Jungkook: yeah noona, nothing to worry about. nothing at all.

Wednesday - 9:49pm

[9:49pm] Taehyung: oh my god we need FOOD

[9:49pm] Lisa: you’re just realizing that now?

[9:50pm] Taehyung: shut up

[9:50pm] Taehyung: i have a cooler

[9:51pm] Lisa: and ice?

[9:51pm] Taehyung: ………… i will buy some ice

[9:52pm] You: there’s a grocery store on the way up that we always used to go to, we can stock up there

[9:52pm] Taehyung: 👍

[9:54pm] You: you also better remember to bring your own towels. and more than one change of clothing

[9:54pm] Taehyung: 👍👍

[9:55pm] Chimchim: yes, mom

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The day of the trip finds you standing in the foyer, rifling through your purse to make sure you have all the essentials. Off in the distance, you can hear Jimin sprinting around frantically, catching the briefest glimpse of his ruffled blond hair before he disappears again into the depths of the house.

“Chim, I swear to god. Why didn’t you pack earlier?”

“I did!” your brother whines, poking his head out from the living room where his suitcase is lying wide open, belongings scattered in every direction. “It’s just that—oh, fuck. Do you have my toothbrush?”

“Why would I have your toothbrush?” you deadpan.

He ignores you, and not two seconds later, he lets out an excited shout. “Never mind! I found it!”

You sigh and rub your temples. The trip hasn’t even begun, yet you’re already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. “I’m going outside,” you call to your brother, who grunts in acknowledgement. Opening up the front door, you drag your suitcase out onto the sun-drenched porch, relishing the welcome breeze that caresses your cheeks and whispers through your hair.

The rare moment of peace is broken almost immediately by the rumble of a starting engine—the sound shuddery and wavering before it finally evens out into a steady, mechanical purr. It’s coming from nearby, and your gaze immediately travels to the neighboring driveway where a beat-up sedan sits, torn between exasperation and amusement when you see Jungkook waving at you from the driver’s seat.

“I’m coming to pick you up!” he calls through the open window, and you hold back your laughter as he reverses out of his driveway, rolls ten feet down the street, and pulls into yours.

“Was that really necessary?” you ask once he’s parked.

“Of course it was,” he replies, hopping out to grab your suitcase. You watch as he pops the trunk and loads it inside, and blanch when you realize what that means.

“Wait a second. Am I riding with you?”

Some emotion flashes across his face, but he wipes it away before you can identify it. “Would that be so terrible?”

It’s been one week since Taehyung’s party, and Jisoo’s warning still rings loud and clear in your brain. Still, you feign nonchalance and tamp down the uptick in your heart rate, offering him a shrug. “Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

He grunts. An awkward silence settles over you as he adjusts your suitcase in the trunk beside his, and you distract yourself by fiddling with your purse strap until he slams the lid closed.

“So…” you start after a few seconds. “Are we picking anyone else up?”

“Yugyeom,” Jungkook replies, opening up the driver’s side door and climbing in. Hesitantly, you make your way over to the other side of the car, wondering if there’s any way you can avoid sitting in the passenger seat without looking like a total weirdo.

“Oh! Jungkook’s here already?” Jimin exits the house at last, lugging his suitcase and a smaller backpack. He shoves both into the backseat of your mother’s van before coming over, frowning when he sees you hovering near the trunk. “Why are you just standing there?”

You make a face at him. “We’re waiting for you, dumbass. Who’s riding with you?”

“Tae, Minho, and Taemin,” your brother replies. “Didn’t you see the group chat this morning?”

“I muted it days ago,” you admit. “You guys were annoying as hell.” Then another thought strikes you, your brain belatedly registering the names Jimin listed. “Wait, what about the girls? Aren’t they coming?”

Your brother rolls his eyes. “Jisoo’s working as a camp counselor this summer, and Lisa has other vacation plans. Maybe if you hadn’t muted the chat, you’d have known that.”

He has a point, though you aren’t about to admit that. You’re also wise enough not to inquire about the third member of the trio, remembering Jisoo’s revelation at the party. It’s no surprise that Chaeyoung isn’t joining you for the weekend—you’d want to avoid extended periods of time with your ex-boyfriend too. At the thought, your gaze reluctantly flits back over to the ex in question, who raises an expectant brow when he catches your eye.

“Ready?” he calls out the open window.

No, you want to say. But Jimin has already clambered into the van and slammed the door shut, and Jungkook’s car is blocking the van in the driveway so you suck in a deep breath and slide into the passenger seat beside your dark-haired neighbor.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Jungkook nods and throws the car into reverse. One hand splays across the wheel while the other comes up to rest on the back of your seat, and your breath hitches when he cranes around to check his blind spots, his face suddenly too close for comfort.

He’s playing with you, you tell yourself firmly, leaning back until your back’s pressed against the door and you can safely breathe again. Chaeyoung. Think about what he did to Chaeyoung.

“Hey, I made a roadtrip mix,” Jungkook pipes up all of a sudden. He grabs his phone from where it’s resting on the dashboard, tapping at the screen until the first strains of a melody filter through the car speakers. “It should last us the whole way.”

You perk up when you recognize the tune. “Oh! I love this song.”

Jungkook watches out of the corner of his eye as you bob your head to the beat, before smiling down at his lap. “Yeah. I know.”

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Yugyeom lives on the other side of town, in a sprawling, winding neighborhood that sends your brain—and your phone’s GPS—into a complete and total tailspin. “Wait, wait—hang on. I think you missed a turn. You must have.”

Jungkook’s face crumples in confusion as he slows the car to a crawl, drawing a few irritated honks from the cars behind you. “There weren’t any streets back there, though.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, twisting in your seat to get a better look. “The directions said to take a right in… oh, fuck, hang on. We’re not even on a digitized road anymore, apparently.”

Jungkook heaves a sigh, but when you glance up at him, he’s wearing a grin. “Come on, Noona. You’re supposed to be my navigator. I’m depending on you.”

“I only know how to get us to the lake house, not Yugyeom’s,” you sniff defensively. “This is way beyond my pay grade.”

Jungkook chortles and reaches out, extending an open palm. “Can I see your phone for a sec?” You nod, handing it over, and he clicks his tongue as he turns it upside-down—rotating it a full three hundred and sixty degrees before returning it. “We might be lost,” he declares.

“Gee, you don’t say.”

He chuckles again. Picking up his own phone, he swipes a thumb across the screen before handing the unlocked device over. “Here, call Yugyeom. Put him on speaker, yeah?”

You hum in acknowledgement and scroll down in his contacts until you find the other boy’s name, clicking it open. A photo fills the screen as it rings—clearly a group photo from the way it’s cropped, zoomed in on Yugyeom and the ridiculous face he’s making.

“Is this from graduation?” you ask curiously.

Jungkook blinks and tears his gaze away from the windshield. “Huh?”

“Yugyeom’s contact photo,” you clarify, tilting the phone screen so he can see. “He’s got robes on.”

“Oh.” He looks away again, cheeks flushing. “Yeah. It’s lame, I know.”

You shake your head. “Don’t say that. I think it’s nice.”

Jungkook doesn’t get a chance to respond, but it’s impossible to miss the grin that crinkles his face and settles there. There’s a staticky hum as the line connects, and then Yugyeom’s voice is filling the vehicle, sounding as if he’s just rolled out of bed.

“Whaddaya want?”

“We can’t find your fucking house, man,” Jungkook says bluntly, turning onto a street that you’ve driven down at least three times by this point. “Where do you live?”

On the other end of the line, Yugyeom sighs. “Okay, okay. What street are you guys on?”

That gives Jungkook pause. “Uhh, Cedar Street? Oak Avenue? It has a tree name.”

“Neither of those streets exist, dude.”

“Birch Boulevard!” you exclaim. “We’re on Birch Boulevard. I saw the sign a while back.”

“Ah, okay. You’re close, then. Do you see a sign for Linden Lane?”

You glance around until you alight on a signpost. “Yeah.”

“Turn right onto it. Then take the first left, go past the cul-de-sac, and another left. Do not pass Go, and do not collect two-hundred dollars. I’m the fifth house on the right.”

He ends the call before you can ask him to repeat the directions, and you send Jungkook a helpless look. “Did you get all of that?”

“Besides the overused Monopoly joke?” Jungkook asks.. “Yeah, I got it. Right, left, left. Fifth house. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to get there.”

And true to his word, you arrive at the house three minutes later. Yugyeom is standing on the front step with rumpled hair and a duffel bag at his feet, and you snort when he throws open the car door and flops across the entirety of the backseat.

“Rough morning?”

“Stayed up late packing,” he says by way of explanation, his eyes already beginning to drift shut. Jungkook immediately turns the music up, and you giggle when Yugyeom shoots upright at the bassline that’s now shaking the entire vehicle. “I’m up, I’m up! Jeez, man.”

Jungkook just sends him an innocent grin in the rearview mirror. You turn the volume back down to a reasonable level as Yugyeom directs Jungkook onto the best route to take out of the neighborhood, and it isn’t long before you’re merging onto the highway that leads toward the coast.

You’re just beginning to get comfortable, staring out the window at the passing cityscape, when your leg vibrates with an incoming text notification. Glancing down, you see that Jungkook’s phone has slipped between your thigh and the seat, the screen lit with a new message.

[10:21am] Minho: gonna be at the store in 10

“Minho says they’ll be at the grocery store in ten minutes,” you relay to your companions. “We have a little longer to go. Probably another half hour or so.”

“We wouldn’t be so far behind if Yugyeom didn’t live in a fucking labyrinth,” Jungkook remarks, but a glance at the young man in the backseat reveals that he’s drifted off despite your earlier stunt. Rolling his eyes, he turns to you. “Can you text him back, Noona?”

You nod and hold out his phone so he can unlock it with his thumb. “Hey,” you say once you’ve hit send on the message. “Do you have a contact photo for me?”

Jungkook stiffens slightly, his gaze skittering between you and the road. “Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess I do. But it’s nothing, really. It’s kinda lame. But you… you can look at it if you want.”

Curiosity piqued, you scroll down until you find your name, tapping on the image beside it. The photo is from several years ago, during a family trip to the lake house with the Jeons. You are no older than fifteen, your arm slung around a fourteen-year-old Jungkook as the two of you stand knee-deep in the lake, wearing swimsuits and bright smiles. In the background, you can just barely make out a blurry Jimin mid-splash.

“I remember this,” you murmur, zooming in on your smiling faces. “That was a fun summer.”

“Junghyun was grumpy the whole time,” Jungkook recalls with a laugh. “But we had a good time, didn’t we? We practically lived in the lake that entire week.”

“Or that old canoe.” You grin, taking one last look at the photo before locking his phone and handing it back to him. “Remember? We’d always row out too far, and our parents would scream for us to come back before we fell in and drowned.”

Jungkook snickers. “As if I’d ever let you drown. I’m a great swimmer.”

“Are you saying I’m not?”

He backpedals immediately, realizing his mistake. “Hey, don’t twist my words. I said nothing of the sort.”

“That’s what I thought.” Giggling, you turn to look out the window, propping your chin in your palm as you watch the scenery flash past. “And I want that photo, by the way. Send it to me?”

“As soon as we get to the store,” Jungkook promises. “Speaking of which, we’re getting close. Keep an eye out for the exit for me?”

“Deal.”

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Jimin and the others are waiting in the parking lot when you arrive, perched on and around the van as they watch Jungkook expertly maneuver the car into a neighboring parking space. “Took you long enough,” your brother says once the engine is cut, hopping off the hood and landing lightly on both feet.

“We’re here now, aren’t we?” you snark as you join the others hovering near the grocery store entrance. Jimin makes a face at you, and you stick your tongue out in response. After a quick huddle—wherein you form a very haphazard game plan—everyone disperses. Jimin grabs a shopping cart and heads inside with Taehyung and Minho, the latter of whom is trying to clamber his way into the cart to hitch a ride.

Sighing, you grab a shopping cart of your own and scan the interior of the store for the produce section. They’ve rearranged the aisles since you were last here, but you quickly find what you’re looking for and begin picking your way over when Jungkook materializes at your side.

“So, what are you thinking for food?” he asks, nudging you away so he can push the cart in your stead.

You allow him to take over, gesturing toward your destination. “I know my brother,” you tell him dryly. “He’s going to buy meat and completely forget about everything else. And I don’t trust any of you to buy a single fruit or vegetable.”

“I like fruit and vegetables,” Jungkook defends.

“You like everything,” you correct, flashing him a teasing grin before leading him into the produce section.

Grocery shopping with Jungkook turns out to be surprisingly pleasant—comfortable, even. He proves adept at finding the ripest fruits and greenest vegetables, and when you ask him to find some apples, he trots off immediately and returns with a handful of sweet potatoes in addition to your requested fruit.

You raise an eyebrow. “What are you planning to do with those?”

Jungkook feigns offense, slapping a hand to his heart. “That’s cold, Noona. Don’t you think I can cook?”

“I’ve never seen you cook in my life,” you respond. “How am I supposed to know if you can or not?”

“I can,” he promises. “And I’ll prove it too, if you let me.”

You get the feeling he’s not just talking about cooking anymore, but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Dropping the apples and potatoes into the cart, he flashes you a crooked little smile before turning toward a display of cabbages, leaving you to wonder at what exactly is going through his head.

///

It’s nearly one in the afternoon when you arrive at your family’s lake house. The last stretch of the drive takes you through the forest along a winding, narrow road, but Jungkook is a capable driver and you know the way well enough to warn him about any upcoming hairpin turns. Piling out of the car, the three of you make quick work of putting the food safely into the refrigerator. By the time you’re finished, Jimin and the others have arrived as well, lugging their belongings inside and setting them inside the entryway.

“So who’s sleeping where?” Taehyung asks, glancing around the house. It’s modestly sized, with a living area on one side and a combined dining room and kitchen on the other. Three bedrooms and a bathroom branch off of the hallway between them, ending in a back door that leads out to the lake. Through the window, you can see the water glimmering in the sunlight, hazy and golden.

“We’ll have to share,” Jimin says. “ If Noona takes one room, that leaves two bedrooms and the pullout couch for the rest of us.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests, drawing a chorus of groans.

“I always lose!” Jimin complains. “And Taemin cheats!”

“Do not!”

Laughing at the indignant expression on your brother’s face, you decide to leave them to it and head to your bedroom with your luggage in tow. The room is just as you remember it, with a bed tucked against one wall and a dresser on the opposite. There are three doors in total—one that you just entered through, and another that opens into a small closet. The third leads to a bathroom—shared with the bedroom on the other side of the wall that usually belongs to Jimin. Vaguely, you wonder who will be sleeping there tonight, before setting your suitcase on the bed and unzipping it.

“Fuck!”

You jump at the sudden shout, poking your head out into the hallway to see what’s causing all the commotion. Yugyeom is kneeling on the floor with his head down, a crestfallen Taemin standing beside him. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Minho look supremely pleased with themselves, and you see why when they grab their bags and practically skip to the master bedroom across the hall, collapsing onto the king-sized bed.

“Have fun on the couch, losers!” Jimin singsongs, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist and dragging him into their newly won bedroom on your side of the hallway. “Lake in fifteen minutes, so get changed! Last one there’s in charge of dinner!”

The door slams shut behind him, and you roll your eyes before turning back to your opened suitcase and pulling out a book. There’s a perfectly shaded spot beneath one of the trees along the water, and you fully intend to capitalize on the last few hours of daylight before the sun begins to set.

Minho is the only one outside when you exit the house, standing on the dock in a pair of green swim trunks. He waves at you cheerily before cannonballing into the lake, and you squeak as the resulting splash sends water splattering across the front of your shirt.

“Sorry!” he calls when he resurfaces, shaking his hair out like a wet dog.

You wave off his apology with a laugh, settling down onto the soft grass at the base of your chosen tree and opening up your book. The other boys trickle out of the house one by one, but you barely notice. It isn’t until a triumphant shout pierces the air that you finally glance up to see what’s causing all the commotion, your gaze immediately landing on Taehyung standing on the back steps of the house.

“Trust me,” he says, unbothered by his apparent tardiness. “You don’t want me to make dinner.”

Minho pulls a face and straightens up from where he’d been floating on his back. “You know, he kinda has a point there.”

Murmurs of agreement all around. Taehyung gives Jimin a smug smile, who scowls from where he’s sitting at the end of the dock, his bare feet dangling over the edge. “So what now? Do we have to play rock, paper, scissors again?”

“Nah, I’ll do it.”

Every head whips around to face Jungkook, yours included. He’s standing a short ways from where you’re sitting—his approach so quiet that you hadn’t even heard him arrive. The last time you checked, he’d been diving off the dock with Minho and Yugyeom, water pooling in his collarbones and dripping down the ridges of his taut abdomen each time he resurfaced.

Not that you’d been looking, of course.

“Really?” Jimin looks aghast at his best friend’s declaration. “You can cook?”

Jungkook scoffs in disbelief and plops down beside you, leaning back against the tree trunk. “Why does everyone in your family seem surprised by that?” he asks, his lip jutting out in a petulant frown. “Do I seem like someone who can’t cook?”

“Yes,” you tell him honestly, marking your page and letting the book fall shut. “Don’t take it personally, though. Men only learn how to cook in college when they have to start fending for themselves. And sometimes, not even then.”

The noise that leaves Jungkook’s mouth can best be described as disgruntled, but he doesn’t press any further. Instead, he peers over your shoulder to get a look at the cover of your book, mouthing the title to himself before glancing at you. “Haven’t I seen you reading this before?”

“Probably,” you admit. “It’s an old favorite.”

He hums, slouching back against the tree again, and when you look over, you see that both his eyes have fallen shut. With his mouth parted and his dark lashes resting on his cheeks, he looks years younger than he is—and so much more like the Jungkook you used to know.

“Tired?” you whisper.

“Long drive,” Jungkook whispers back, his head already beginning to loll. “Lemme sleep, Noona.”

Smiling to yourself, you return to your book and leave him to rest.

///

“So, what are you even planning to make?” Jimin asks, swinging his legs. He’s seated atop the kitchen counter, taking up the majority of what precious little space there is to begin with, and Jungkook sighs deeply as he’s forced to dodge around him yet again to peer into the refrigerator.

“You’ll see.”

“I don’t think you even know yet,” Taemin pipes up from the doorway. The other boys are in the living room playing Mario Kart, but Taemin and Jimin have selflessly pulled themselves away from the game to help their friend in the kitchen—or so they say. As far as you’re concerned, they’ve been nothing but a nuisance thus far, but you don’t voice that particular thought aloud.

“Ramen doesn’t count as making dinner,” Jimin points out snidely when Jungkook pauses too long next to the box of ramen packs. “Anyone can boil water. And you don’t get to add an egg and call it fancy, like you usually do.”

“My ramen is delicious, excuse you,” Jungkook retorts, pointing a spatula at him. “And that’s not even what I’m making, so fuck off.”

Jimin shrugs, but shuts his mouth nonetheless. You take the opportunity to throw some pork belly at him, the meat wrapped neatly in paper and tied off with twine. “Here,” you tell him. “You could at least make yourself useful and start grilling the meat.”

“Okay, mom,” your brother grumbles under his breath, hopping off the counter. He and Taemin head out to the back porch where the grill sits, and you join Jungkook at the stove where he’s staring thoughtfully at an empty pan.

“Try twisting the dial. I’ve heard that helps.”

Jungkook snaps out of his daze and turns to you. “Huh?”

“The stove. It won’t light itself, you know.”

Chuckling, Jungkook twists the dial as instructed, adding a drizzle of oil to the pan. As it heats up, he turns and selects a knife from the cutlery drawer. The sweet potatoes he’d insisted on purchasing are already washed and peeled, and you watch as he begins to slice them, your gaze automatically flitting down to his exposed forearms, his muscles flexing with every movement.

“Hey, Noona? Can you do me a favor?”

You blink, tearing your gaze from the branching veins lining his arms. “What?”

Jungkook, thankfully, doesn’t seem to notice your distracted state. “Can you put the rice in the microwave?” he asks, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Why?” you tease. “Are you still scared?”

“Of course not,” he retorts, but you don’t miss the wary look that flashes across his face when you plop the rice inside and go to punch in the cook time.

The remainder of the cooking goes smoothly. Jimin and Taemin return with the grilled meat, and Jungkook rebuffs your offer to set the table, leaving his position at the stove to lay plates and utensils down on the table himself. “I’m just about done, anyway,” he tells you, gesturing at the plate of glazed sweet potatoes on the counter. “Sit down and relax, Noona.”

“Fine,” you relent, taking a seat. Jimin takes the chair beside you, and Taemin plops down on his other side. Jungkook sits down just to your left once he’s finished laying out the food, and for a brief, insane moment, you almost think that he’s going to repeat what he’d done at his graduation dinner. But the dark-haired young man remains on his best behavior, keeping his hands to himself under the table, and you aren’t sure whether you’re grateful or disappointed.

The meal flies by in a flurry of laughter and conversation. Jungkook discovers that his glazed sweet potatoes have adhered to the plate, and sends everyone into hysterics when he promptly starts spinning it around like a steering wheel.

It’s a good night. And at the end of it, you go to bed warm and content, with a belly full of food and a smile on your face.

///

You awaken to the sound of chirping songbirds and gentle waves lapping at the shore the next morning, thoroughly rejuvenated after an undisturbed night’s sleep. Stretching your arms overhead, you yawn and bask in the comfort of your bed for a few more moments before getting up and heading to the bathroom, thankful that you don’t have to fight anyone for sink occupancy. The toilet seat is even down, which comes as a welcome surprise, all things considered.

Before long, you are back in your bedroom, rifling through the contents of your suitcase. Belatedly, you realize that you’ve packed only one swimsuit—and a bikini, at that. Cheeks warming, you pull the two pieces out, holding them up against your body. Has it always been this small? You don’t remember. All you know is that Jungkook has two fully functional eyes, and there’s no way that he won’t be looking at every inch of skin you choose to expose.

In the end, you settle on wearing the bikini beneath a flowy, floral kimono-style robe, tied at the waist to form a makeshift dress. The ensemble reaches just past your knees and is sheer enough to still show skin, but you no longer feel as self-conscious going out into the view of your companions and that’s a victory as far as you’re concerned. Checking your reflection one last time, you adjust your sash before opening the bedroom door and heading down the hall for some breakfast.

Unsurprisingly, the kitchen is empty when you walk in, tiptoeing past a still slumbering Taemin and Yugyeom on the pullout couch. You savor the quiet as you start up the old coffeemaker, pulling a mug from the cabinet and rinsing it out to get rid of any lingering dust. The weather app on your phone promises that it’ll be a clear, cloudless day, and a glance out the window confirms it. Silently, you debate whether or not to crack a window.

Your musings are interrupted by the arrival of Taehyung, his brown hair sticking up at all angles. Blearily, he trundles to the fridge and grabs the orange juice, seemingly two seconds away from chugging it straight from the carton before you clear your throat and push a clean glass toward him. You think you hear him mumble a thank you.

As the morning wears on, the others slowly begin to trickle in. Breakfast is a disorganized affair that leaves bread crumbs all over the counter, and nearly causes a fight when everyone seems to want their eggs cooked a different way.

“Look, if you wanted your egg soft-boiled, you should’ve made it yourself!” Jimin grouches to Taehyung, the t-shirt over his head muffling his words. Everyone else is already in the water, splashing about, but you’re seated on the end of the dock with your brother and Taehyung, who looks thoroughly unfazed behind his tinted sunglasses.

“Maybe if I knew how to soft boil an egg, I would have.”

“Google exists,” Jimin says, finally freeing himself from the shirt and tossing it aside.

Taehyung nods sagely. “Exactly. So why didn’t you use it?”

Jimin is beginning to look positively murderous, so when Minho swims over and taps your submerged ankle, you are beyond grateful for the distraction. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Are you gonna swim, or are you gonna sit onshore the whole time?” Minho asks, raking his wet bangs out of his eyes. “The water’s not even cold, so get in here.”

Pointedly, you wiggle your toes. “Feels pretty cold to me.”

“Okay, fine. It’s cold.” Minho grins. “But you get used to it.”

You sigh at his easy admission. “All men do is lie. How am I supposed to believe you?”

He raises a brow. “Do I need to pull you in and dunk you under?”

“I will kick you if you even try,” you tell him, standing up and shrugging off your robe. An audible hush falls as the gauzy material pools around your ankles—Jungkook stops wrestling with Yugyeom and trying to dunk him underwater, and Taemin pauses mid-splash, his hair drenched and dripping.

It’s Minho who breaks the silence first, letting loose a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, {Name}.”

Jimin grabs a shoe from the pile on the dock and chucks it at him, hard. “Dude, that’s my fucking sister!”

“Ow! What the fuck, man, that’s my shoe!”

“Quit ogling my sister!”

“I’m not!” Minho yells, just as Jimin chucks the other shoe and hits him square in the mouth. “Okay, I’m not anymore. Sorry, okay?”

Once he’s sufficiently sure that Jimin is done attacking him, Minho turns to you. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you reassure him. “Honestly, it was kinda good for my self-esteem. And I don’t need you defending my honor, or whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you add, glancing over at your disgruntled brother.

“Men are pigs,” Jimin sniffs. “I won’t apologize.”

You ruffle his hair good-naturedly. “I know, Chim. You’re right.” Then your smile turns mischievous. “I won’t apologize for what I’m about to do, either.”

And then you grab him by the arm and drag him into the lake, the cold water submerging you in an instant and stealing the breath out of your lungs. You’re both gasping by the time you resurface, blinking water out of your eyes, and you squeal when Jimin takes the opportunity to splash you again.

Hours pass—the sun rising higher overhead. Around noon, Taehyung disappears inside the house and returns with an assortment of snacks and sandwich fixings, ushering everyone over for an impromptu lunch on the dock. You dip your feet into the water as you munch on a bag of chips, and Jungkook plops down beside you with a juice box in one hand and a ham sandwich in the other.

“Wanna go for a ride in the canoe after lunch?” he asks, jabbing a thumb back in the direction of the house. “I found it in the garage.”

You laugh. “Really? I thought for sure we got rid of that thing. Are you sure it hasn’t sprung a leak?”

Jungkook’s face crinkles into a grin. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see, huh?”

You grin back and raise your cup, the lemonade inside swishing around. “I’ll hang on to this, just in case I need to start bailing water out.”

Lunchtime winds down gradually. Jungkook polishes off his sandwich and trots off to fetch the canoe, waving off your offers to help before disappearing around the corner of the house. You watch him return a few minutes later from your seat on the end of the dock, resting your weight back on your hands and swirling your pruney toes in the water. He’s stripped off the loose white tee he’d donned during lunch, his golden skin cast in shadow by the canoe perched across his bare shoulders, and your gaze trails from his bulging biceps down to the ridges of his abdomen. The muscles flex with every step he takes, and you hastily take another sip of lemonade in an effort to combat the sudden dryness in your throat.

With a grunt, Jungkook comes to a stop at your elbow, heaving the boat into the water. The impact sends ripples across the lake and the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy, and you nearly fall off the dock when Jungkook touches your shoulder gently.

“Ready to go, Noona?”

You nod, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Jungkook holds the boat steady with one hand while offering you the other, and you gratefully grasp it as you step off the dock. The canoe rocks dangerously when Jungkook clambers in after you, but quickly steadies when he picks up an oar and jabs at the dock to push off into the lake. The glimmering expanse of blue water stretches before you, and you relax as you let your fingers dangle off the side of the boat, watching ripples form beneath your fingertips.

“I can help row,” you say after a few moments, casting a glance over at Jungkook. He’s settled into a rhythm now, the veins and tendons in his arm flexing with each movement, and you’re suddenly very aware of how close he’s sitting.

“You—” Jungkook says, fixing you with a playful stare, “—just enjoy the ride, yeah?”

Shaking your head, you smile and turn back around to admire the view. Sunlight reflects off the rippling water, lending a golden iridescence to the glittering blue depths. In the distance, the opposite shoreline rises up, crowned with rocky outcrops and majestic dark green pines.

With a start, you realize how far away you’ve gotten from the other boys. The shouts and laughter from the house are quickly fading into the background, and you nervously turn to look at Jungkook as he rows you even further.

“God, my dad would freak if he saw us right now,” you remark, trying to diffuse the sudden tension that’s settled. “I mean, we don’t even have life jackets. He’d lose his mind.”

Jungkook hums. He stops rowing, his hands stilling on the oars, and you’re just about to ask him what’s wrong when a warm hand glides up your thigh.

“You think you could maybe stop talking about your dad, princess?” Then he smirks. “Unless you’re into the whole daddy kink thing, because I’d be down to explore that at some point if you want—“

“Jungkook!” you hiss, scandalized.

“Yes?” the young man in question hums, his face the picture of innocence. It’s hard to muster up your vocabulary when he’s looking up at you with those wide doe eyes, but you somehow manage to prevail over your malfunctioning brain.

“We’re in public!” you whisper, glancing back at the shore where your brother and his friends have started an impromptu game of water polo.

Jungkook smirks crookedly at you. “Guess you better not scream too loud, then.”

And then, before you can open your mouth to protest—before you can even try to call his bluff—he’s slipped his hand into your bikini bottoms and found his way to your clit. Your entire body spasms when he presses into it experimentally, and the resulting snicker that escapes him is nothing short of infuriating.

“Careful,” he coos, laying his free hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing nonsensical circles into the soft skin. “Don’t wanna rock the boat, now.”

Then he returns his attention to your clit, pinching the nub just to watch you jolt in his grasp and soothing you with a gentle kiss to the knee afterward. Your skin warms beneath the plush of his lips, and the pleased smile that curves them is all the warning you get before he sheathes a single finger in your clenching core. “Jungkook—” you gasp, shoving uselessly at his bare shoulders, but you can’t keep the edge of desire out of your voice. You can’t hide the growing wetness between your legs either—wetness that he most certainly feels as he slips another finger inside, pumping into you with ease.

“God, look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on the way you clench around him. “So pretty like this. So pretty, getting fucked by my fingers. I could do this all day.”

“We—we don’t have all day,” you whisper. The last syllable dissolves into a moan as Jungkook eases a third finger into your cunt, and you scrabble to ground yourself when he picks up his leisurely pace. One hand settles on the edge of the boat, your fingernails digging into the wood, while the other finds Jungkook’s bicep. His arm flexes beneath your grip with each snap of his wrist, and you keen when he crooks his fingers just right and sends stars skittering across your vision.

He knows that you’re getting close. You can tell from the growing furrow between his brows and the hard set of his jaw, and you can tell that he won’t stop until he gets you off. Concentration etches across his face, and you gasp when his thumb finds your clit again.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook—”

“That’s it,” he rasps, digging deeper and thumbing roughly across your bundle of nerves. “Cum for me.”

And you do. With one final flick of his wrist, Jungkook sends you hurtling over the edge that he’s so effortlessly built, a cresting wave of pleasure overtaking your body and spreading through your veins. Your leg kicks out instinctively, rocking the canoe dangerously in the water, but Jungkook catches you by the ankle with his free hand and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. He shifts his weight until you’re steadied once more, and only then does he ease his fingers out of you, raising them to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Think we can sneak away so I can fuck you properly?” he asks.

Your cheeks heat up at the lewd display, warming even more when his words register in your muddled brain. “Oh my god, Jungkook.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll be saying when I really get my hands on you,” Jungkook agrees. Flashing you a mischievous grin, he drops his hand over the edge of the boat, letting the turquoise water wash away any lingering fluids. “What do you think? The backseat of my car isn’t half bad…”

“I will literally push you into this lake,” you tell him, trying and failing to hide a disbelieving laugh. “Why are you such a perv?”

“You like it,” Jungkook defends immediately. “‘Sides,” he adds, casting a wary glance at the shore where Jimin and the others are still fully engrossed in their game, “I wanna kiss you while I fuck you. It’s not as good like this.”

At that, something dangerously close to affection blooms in your belly, winding its curious tendrils around your heart. Swallowing the feeling down, you pick up one of the oars instead, handing it over to him before hefting the other. “Come on,” you murmur. “They’re gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”

Jungkook hums. “Yeah. Probably.”

And then he raises the oar you just handed him, lifting it until the paddle covers both of your faces, and boldly plants a firm kiss on your mouth.

“I’ll row us back,” he declares casually when he pulls away, as if he hasn’t just stolen all the oxygen from your lungs. As if your lips aren’t burning where he’s kissed you, your cheeks hot beneath his gentle exhalations. As if you aren’t positively thrumming with the desire to pull him back in, and maybe take him up on his offer to fuck you in the backseat of his beat-up sedan.

“Yeah,” you say instead, your voice hoarse. “Let’s go.”

///

What few remaining hours of daylight you have, you decide to spend inside. Jungkook gets roped into the water polo match as soon as the two of you return to shore, and you take the opportunity to slip into the house and clean yourself up. Safely locked away in the bathroom, you strip off your damp bikini bottoms and toss them in the sink. The top follows, and you give both a quick wash, doing your best to ignore the remaining slick from your orgasm that stubbornly coats the material.

Once everything is washed and hanging up to dry, you step into the shower. Warm water soaks your hair and slides down your back, and you tilt your head back to let the spray wash your worries away, relishing in the rare moment of peace and quiet.

By the time you’ve toweled off and gotten dressed, you can hear the boys beginning to traipse back into the house. From what you can make out, they’re making dinner plans, and you poke your head out curiously when Jimin mentions you by name.

“What are you saying about me?” you ask, narrowing your eyes accusingly at your brother.

Jimin whirls around, his cherubic face a perfect picture of innocence. “Nothing! I was just talking about your fried rice and how good it is…”

“You’re trying to get me to make you dinner,” you sigh. “I knew it.”

“No, we’ll help!” your brother promises. “I swear, as soon as I get out of the shower, I’ll chop all the vegetables.”

“Sure you will,” you snort, brushing past him and heading for the kitchen.

Much to your surprise, the kitchen is already occupied when you arrive. Jungkook and Yugyeom are at the counter—the former poised with a knife at the ready, about to slice into an onion. The latter is digging through the cabinets, and both turn at the sound of your footsteps.

“Hey,” Yugyeom says. “You probably know where the bottle opener is, right?”

You nod. “Left of the sink, second drawer down.” Then you turn your attention to Jungkook, peering curiously over his shoulder. “What’s the onion for?”

“Dinner,” he replies, flashing you a crooked little smile. “We’re making fried rice, aren’t we?”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest and races to catch up, thumping erratically against your ribcage. It’s hard to ignore the warmth blossoming in your belly—near impossible to ignore the butterflies that have made a home there—but you somehow manage to school your expression into something passably neutral and busy yourself with the other vegetables on the counter. “I see Jimin got to you, too. Is the other cutting board clean?”

Jungkook nods, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the dish rack. “Washed it last night, yeah. It’s all yours, Noona.”

You hum and skirt around Yugyeom to grab the clean board and another knife. Chopping vegetables goes a lot faster with two people, and Yugyeom does his part by cracking open two bottles of beer and plunking one down next to each of you before opening a third for himself. “Hydrate,” he orders, and you roll your eyes before picking it up and taking a sip.

It doesn’t take long to finish making dinner. As promised, Jimin joins you as soon as he’s out of the shower, plucking the knife out of your hand and nudging you aside so he can finish cutting the vegetables. You fire up the stove and drizzle some oil into a pan, and smile when Taehyung brings you the container of leftover rice and a large serving bowl.

“You know what we should do?” Minho asks as you’re all sitting down to eat. Yugyeom’s opened more beers, and Jimin’s brought out the wine as well. Jungkook is spooning out fried rice for everyone, and you accept the bowl he hands you with a murmur of thanks before looking at Minho expectantly.

“What should we do?”

“Go to the beach,” he replies, tilting the remainder of his beer back into his mouth. “It’s only an hour away, isn’t it?”

“Closer to half an hour without traffic,” Jimin corrects. “But, yeah, we should go. That would be fun.”

By the time dinner is finished, you’ve finalized plans to drive down to the beach in the morning. “Remember, we’re leaving at ten,” you tell Jimin, elbowing him in the ribs. “That means you have to wake up before ten.”

“I know!” your brother whines, rubbing the spot where you elbowed him with a grimace. “Jeez, Noona. I’m good at waking up. It’s Jungkook and Tae you have to worry about.”

“Says the punk who takes hour-long showers,” you snark. “What are you gonna do when you have to pay your own water bills, huh?”

“Shower at your place,” he replies smugly. “You can’t turn me away. I’m your brother.”

“Please, that’s exactly why I can turn you away, you little mooch.”

“You love me!”

“Really? You wanna test that theory?”

The remainder of the evening passes in a blur of booze and board games, unearthed from the closet in the hall. Despite your collective agreement to go to bed early, it’s past midnight when you finally bid everyone goodnight and crawl underneath your covers. Shutting your eyes, you will your brain to settle and your limbs to relax, and you’re on the verge of drifting off when your phone suddenly buzzes. Lazily, you roll over and snatch the device off the nightstand, taking in the late hour before your eyes flit down to the new notification and go wide.

[1:02am] Jungkook: IMG_497

You freeze, thumb hovering just above the message. Even when your screen goes dark again, you can’t erase the sight of his name lighting up your phone, the attachment sitting there like a taunt. You shouldn’t open it. You can’t open it.

But curiosity gnaws at your belly, fraying the edges of your resolve. Slowly, you wake the screen, watching as Jungkook’s name fills it once more. You hesitate, bottom lip finding its way between your teeth.

And then your phone buzzes again, several times in quick succession.

[1:04am] Jungkook: i miss you, noona

[1:04am] Jungkook: miss your pretty face

[1:04am] Jungkook: miss how tight your pussy felt around my fingers

You drop the device as if scorched. It takes several moments to gather your wits again, but when you do, pick up your phone, clicking on his name and scrolling up to the attachment. In the darkness of your bedroom, you watch with bated breath as it downloads.

“Fuck.”

The expletive slips past your lips, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Jungkook stares out at you from the photograph illuminating your screen, his eyes hooded and his lips curled into a devious smirk. He’s in the shared bathroom between your bedrooms, and even though it’s dark inside, the flash of his camera is just enough to illuminate the distinctive palm tree patterned shower curtain behind him.

But, you aren’t focused on that.

No, your focus is zeroed in on the foreground of the photo, where you can perfectly make out the head of Jungkook’s cock, sticky and leaking copiously from between his fingers.

“Fuck,” you repeat, louder this time.

And as if reading your mind, another text flashes onto your screen.

[1:07am] Jungkook: wish your pretty little pussy was stretched around my cock right now, princess

You aren’t sure what possesses you to send the response you do, but your thumbs are moving before the more rational side of your brain can catch up and stop you.

[1:07am] You: why don’t you come over and make it happen then?

You’ve only just hit send when the bathroom door swings open, revealing Jungkook standing there in nothing but sweatpants. His face is illuminated in the stark white light shining from his screen, his eyes dark and his smirk even darker. Every movement drips with intent, from the way his lips quirk upward to the way he saunters over to join you on your bed, dropping his phone somewhere amongst the rumpled sheets. The room goes dark.

And then…

“Hey, princess.”

His lips are at your ear, hot breath caressing your cheeks and sending shivers down the length of your spine. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he joins you, a hand finding your bare thigh before sliding up to grasp your hip. Only an oversized t-shirt and a thin pair of cotton panties shield you from his roving fingers, and you can tell from the pleased curve of his mouth that he isn’t going to let either stand in his way. One hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, dancing along your ribcage, and you let out a breathy gasp when he trails up and skims along the soft skin just below the swell of your breasts.

“Been thinking about you all night, you know,” Jungkook whispers, pushing up your shirt and peppering kisses along every inch of newly revealed flesh. “Been thinking about how pretty you looked, cumming around my fingers, and how much prettier you’d look cumming around my cock.”

Your shirt is long forgotten by this point, tugged overhead and thrown carelessly over his shoulder. Jungkook hauls you closer, slotting himself between your spread legs, and you shiver when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clothed clit, the material uncomfortably damp as it clings to your folds.

“Jungkook—” His name escapes you in an airy whisper. “Please.”

Even in the darkness, you can see the satisfied, self-assured tilt of his lips. “Such a good girl for me,” he croons, leaning down to press a kiss to your waiting mouth. His free hand comes up to cup your cheek while the other remains between your legs, and you gasp sharply when he digs his thumb a little harder against your clit, circling the sensitive bud.

Jungkook seizes upon the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth with unrestrained ardor. Your panties are peeled away, the cottony material disappearing right alongside the pressure of his thumb, and the inadvertent whine that escapes you has him chuckling darkly in his throat.

“What is it, princess?” Jungkook rasps, his voice dipping several pitches. “You have to tell me what you want, remember?”

You clutch at his wrist weakly, tugging it back between your legs until he finally indulges you and resumes his lazy revolutions around your clit. “Want you,” you whisper. “Want you inside me.”

Jungkook lets out a pleased hum, rewarding you with a single finger that he slips into your sopping entrance, your juices aiding the smooth glide as he curls it up in search of the spot that’ll have you seeing stars. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t,” you agree shakily. “But it looks like you are, so why don’t you let me help you out?”

Jungkook chuckles softly, his lips ghosting across the swell of your cheek. “Oh, yeah? And how exactly do you plan on helping me?”

Slowly, you reach down, letting your fingers graze the sizable bulge in his sweatpants. “You said it yourself, didn’t you? Me, stretched around your cock?”

A low groan escapes him when you give him a firm stroke, your fingers barely meeting around his length. “On your back,” he commands hoarsely, nudging you backward until you’re nestled into your pillows. Freeing his erection from the confines of his sweatpants, he settles comfortably between your spread legs, the mattress groaning in protest at the shift in weight.

“Wait,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist. “Did you hear that?”

His face scrunches in confusion. “Hear what?” he asks, as if he’s never heard that particular string of words before. “Are you sure it wasn’t just—”

He stops mid-sentence, and you both hear it again—the unmistakable creaking of bedsprings from next door. “Shit!” you hiss, scrambling back on the mattress until you’re nearly pressed against the headboard. “Oh, god. That’s Jimin. He’s going to kill you if he finds you in here—”

On the other side of the wall, the door to the shared bathroom opens, the light flickering on and illuminating the crack beneath your door. You hear your brother cursing sleepily under his breath as the toilet lid clatters open, and nearly shove Jungkook off the bed in your haste to get him out of your room.

“You have to go,” you whisper frantically, herding him toward the door that leads out into the hall.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls his pants back over his hips, and you can practically see him willing his erection to go away. “What am I supposed to say if he asks?”

“I don’t know! Pretend you were going for a glass of water or something!”

With a final push, you shove him out of your bedroom, leaning against the door with a relieved sigh when it clicks shut behind him. You hear Jungkook shuffle off just as Jimin flushes, and cast a prayer up to any deities that may exist as you listen to him wash his hands. And it seems your prayers are answered, as quiet descends over the house once more. Off in the distance, you think you hear Minho snoring.

Letting out another sigh, you return to bed, crawling beneath the covers and getting comfortable. And when sleep finally takes you, you dream of Jeon Jungkook.

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kanmom51 · 3 years

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JM JK timeline.- my observations how they grew over the years - 2017

Disclaimer: these are my own opinions and conclusions. Feel free to disagree, but hate or aggression will be unacceptable.

2017 - part 2

12 Feb 2017 – “You never walk alone” preview show. Who’s JM’s little cutie?

14 Feb 2017 – JM Twitter post – the boys with matching jackets. I know. I said not Twitter, but sometimes rules are made to be broken.

17 Feb 2017 – Hobi’s birthday. JM to JK: “stop coming to our room at night.” There’s something about JM throwing JK under the bus time after time. It’s like he enjoys to see JK squirm.

22 Feb 2017 – Gaon Chart K-pop chart – JK ushering Hobi to another seat, so that JK can sit behind JM. JM turning around see this, rolls his eyes and smirks.

24 Feb 2017 – KBS Music Bank comeback - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4_ASZuLeVk&t=156s

Another one of my favourites. A perfect example for both boys hesitance, wanting to touch, but just not getting there.

JM putting arm behind JK, but holding on to wall behind, and then matter of factually laying it on JK’s shoulder.

JM micro touching, or brushing JK’s hand with his thumb.

Prior to JM brushing JK’s hand with his thumb, JK’s hand is heart signing to JM.

The minute JM moves his hand away, you see how the expression on JK’s face changes, then he rubs his hand where JM touched him.

24 Feb 2017 fan meet – are they in actual F… sending flying kisses to each other?

25 Feb 2017 MBC music core comeback – JK moving Hobi aside, so that JK can stand behind JM. JK being JM’s number 1 fanboy.

26 Feb 2017 – Wings – you never walk alone fan sign. Really JM? What was that neck grab and what exactly were you doing there???? No, I don’t believe he kissed JK’s neck, but it sure was ‘out there’, so much so that Jin was in total shock when it happened. JK was surprised by it, and I think that even JM was shocked by his own actions waling aimlessly in what seems like the wrong direction .

28 Feb 2017 Run BTS episode 12. This one for me was cringe worthy, at some points I felt like an actual intruder. JK the detective and JM the prisoner. JK whacking JM on the behind (remember JK is the younger – how bold). JM’s private dance for JK. I know the episode was mostly scripted, but I seriously think JM was surprised by that smack to his behind. Also, the way JK was looking at JM when he was dancing all heart hands for him.

12 March 2017 - Wings tour Santiago Chile

Santiago day 2 – JK suffers from exhaustion. As he is taken back stage to a treatment room, JM is the one to race after the team into the room.

JM is in the treatment room when the cameras come in. He is standing there, and later, as the other members are walking in, JM is by JK’s side, helping the medical team lift up one of his legs.

The rest of the members come in together to see how JK is doing, and when the medical team suggest to take off JK’s pants, all the members leave the room. All except for JM, who stays there with JK the whole time.

JM leaves the room only together with JK, after he feels better and is able to walk out of the room on his own two feet.

Wouldn’t you expect RM, being the leader and all, to be the one by JK’s side? Or J-Hope maybe? Wouldn’t that have made more sense under the circumstances? Why JM?

Because, clearly JM is the one JK feels closest to, the one he can be himself with freely, the one he doesn’t feel embarrassed or needs privacy from.

JM may not have been a family member, but he was the closest thing to it. JM to JK is and was his home, his safe place, and most certainly the one to be by his side when he was in distress.

March 2017 BTS Live trilogy episode the Wings tour in Santiago Chile & Brazil.

March 2017 BTS Live trilogy episode the Wings tour in Chicago.

April 2017 3rd Muster dvd – the muster was at end of 2016, but dvd was released in 2017. During photo shoots they are being posed by the photographers. Yes, there will be authentic moments between them, but sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s being directed. That’s why I don’t always like to add these to my timeline. Even so, they were so cute, so I couldn’t leave this one out.

3rd April 2017 – BTS Front row live entertainment interview – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UotjcB_X4ag . What happened there?

This one intrigues me. I watched and re-watched the full interview several times, and for the life of me I can’t see what happened there between JM and Hobi that triggered JK’s reaction? JM’s placating look at JK, like telling him nothing happened… this one is used a lot to create the JK jealous narrative, and to be honest, I really don’t know what happened there. When JK turns back, JM looks into the camera with an uneasy gaze.

After that, most of the time, JM looks lost in his thoughts, not happy. Towards the end they are asked what artist they would want to collaborate with, and Suga’s answer makes them all burst out in laughter, all accept for JM. When he is asked and answers, you also see he is unhappy. You can easily see something is bothering him. JM just wasn’t his happy own self. He looked pensive. BTS did several interviews and had a concert that day, so maybe he was just tired or wound up, but he just wasn’t acting like himself.

April 2017 - Bon Voyage 2 Hawaii

Highlights of the highlights: The but checking and identifying (are we taking skinship to another level, are we??).

JK getting drenched at the beach, JK getting drenched period. Lol.

JK gobbling down piping hot Pizza so JM can eat.

JM playing footsies under the table with JK, all while sitting opposite V.

JK edging JM to come along calling him “Aegyo” = “Baby”. J

M making sure JK doesn’t go hungry, buying him food with his own money. JM taking care of JK.

JK and JM on same team – the joy… Spending the day together and just being happy.

Did JK really lose the game on purpose so he can be in the room with JM?

The amount of times we hear Jimin-ssi in every kind of cute and flirty way JK can say it…

Bonus:

22 April 2017 JK Vlive – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5n8y3D0Z9pM .

JK doing everything to get JM back to his room while playing loud music.

JK’s face lighting up when JM returns to his room.

JK telling JM he looks handsome without makeup.

JK pissed off when V comes in too, saying “why is everyone coming?”.

When V touches JK’s ear, JK pushes him away.

JM moving off camera to fix his robe, and JK not taking his eyes off him.

V putting his foot on JK’s back (this is something I have seen V do a few times, it’s not a gentle touch, to me it feels more like asserting dominance), and JM pushes him off.

And what exactly did JM mean when he said he has no talent for games but “I was quite good at it a year ago”? Only to be followed by the stare, OMG, the stare. Why, oh why did V have to ruin the moment, eh?

22-23 April 2017 Bangkok concert. Flirting on stage, attention to each other.

24 April 2017 Eat Jin Vlive with JM and JK - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqxX_UGXSlY .

Jin complaining why JM doesn’t hit him like he did JK, so JM hits him too. Lol. JM stealing the steak JK cuts for himself, while JK lets him, smiling. The way JK just lets JM get away with anything, even interfering with the ultimate ‘ship’ - Jungfood.

3 June 2017 – J-14 magazine interview - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7rXl8uuUTY&t=306s . from 3.33min. to 4.37min especially.

Wtf was JM up to there????? It looks pretty dubious, especially when you look at the faces on the two of them when it was going on. Up to your interpretation.

2 June 2017 – Ceremonial first pitch at baseball match – Hanshin Koshien stadium - JK and JM’s jersey numbers – coincidence or not?

12 June Festa 2017 BTS BangtanTv – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWA6f7g7NUQ&t=2s.

JK’s intense stare at JM, when JM joined the others in with the others when they were laughing at JK eating everyone’s food but not ordering any for himself, which causes JM to immediately stop laughing.

Poor JK being blindsided when it was pointed out that the only one he bought a birthday present for last year was JM. Oops. (why oh why JM did you throw him under the bus like that??? You were curious? Really???? JM keeps doing this) Poor boy was so embarrassed. Hobi was the one to actually save him, stating how generous JK has become lately giving away his things that he didn’t need. JK never answered the question.

27 June 2017 BV2 special commentary live – JK getting all flustered when asked to explain the difference between BV1 and BV2. JM looking at him, enjoying every second.

4 August 2017 - KBS Music Bank Singapore. JK not loving on Taemin. The way he turns around the minute JM and Taemin interact, and the discontent look on his face…cold. He’s not a happy camper. He glancing in the direction a couple of times, but he is mostly turned away from them. And when JM runs up to slap Taemin in the butt, JK sees this, averts his head, and just keeps walking off the stage. He is clearly upset. Besides the obvious faces he makes, not waiting for Jimin when walking off stage is not something he usually does. Was it jealousy? Was it just a disliking of Taemin specifically? And if he dislikes Taemin, why is that? We can’t know.

OK now, I know I said that I won’t be doing Twitter, but this one I felt I had to (again, oops):

On the 6th of August 2017 JM posted a photo he took during their Hawaii trip (BV2). Why take this photo, and why post it? Do I really have to ask this question?

29th August 2017 the famous, or infamous People Now “arrest me” interview - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgGxcMndEk8 .

I couldn’t find the actual date of this interview, but it was uploaded end of August 2017. I really enjoyed this one. Everyone talks about JK’s “arrest me” JM mishap during this interview. The members reactions are to die for.

Can someone tell me please what Suga told JK in Korean before they moved on?????

Also, JK’s reaction when JM said he wanted to collab with Suga (watch from 7:58min), was like:

W H A T in T H E actual F U C K???. LMAO.

Summer package 2017 – released August 2017.

JK and JM being all playful by the pool. JK letting us know how adorable JM is to him when he is swimming doggy style in the pool.

The one that stands out to me, though, is the ‘dream catcher necklace saga’. Felt a little uneasy to see that one, like I was witness to a lover’s tiff.

The boys were given a budget each to purchase themselves a gift. They are taken together to a gift shop, where they check the merchandise out and each buy themselves a little souvenir. When they all sit down to show each other their gifts, that’s when this moment happens.

JK takes out his gift. I once again want to emphasize, this is a gift he bought with his budget for himself. He explains it’s a dream catcher and says he will put it in his room.

JM, sitting next to him, takes it from JK and says: “this is a necklace Jungkook-ssi”.

JK blurts out adamantly that he won’t hang it around his neck.

This is when things get awkward, because you can see JM is clearly upset, throws the necklace back at JK and says: “OK, then”.

JM has a dream catcher necklace around his neck too, and when it’s his turn to tell what gift he bought himself he takes the necklace off and gives it to V, saying he bought the gift for V, who had a nightmare last night.

After JM’s mini tantrum JK, who previously adamantly professed he will not put it around his neck, does everything he can to put the necklace on, finally turning to JM to help him put the it on, which he does.

Later on, while sitting for the personal interview, with the necklace around his neck, he tells us how from now on he won’t have nightmares.

What did I get from all that?

Clearly JM was pissed at JK’s reaction. Why? JK clearly bought this by himself for himself.

But did he? Was it something he chose for himself, or was it something JM suggested to him?

JM also bought a dream catcher. Was that a coincidence? For some reason, I don’t think so.

My theory is that the dream catcher is something JM suggested or wanted JK to buy for himself, and JK reluctance to wear it offended him. JM clearly bought the other dream catcher for V. Perhaps he wanted both his boys to have one, and to him, JK’s comment felt as a rejection.

The way JK reacted to JM, his immediate change of attitude towards the necklace, trying to put it on, when only a second earlier he said he won’t put this around his neck, shows how attuned he was to JM, how he immediately realised he did something wrong, something to upset JM, and how he tried, in his own way, to atone for it, by wearing the same thing he but seconds ago rejected.

This brings me back to the point I made about the boys relationship, and them finding the balance. A perfect example to how there will still be conflict, but how JK realises, immediately, that he had done wrong and what he has done wrong, and immediately sets to right the wrong, hence to restore that balance.

JM throwing the necklace at JK. Also, notice the editor’s remark. JM’s anger is obvious not only to me.

To be continued...

#jungkook #jimin #jk #jm #jikook #jikook are real #jikook timeline #kookmin #bts #BV2 #jikook 2017

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90′s LOVE (Sungchan x you, Mark)

The MV IS OUT!! and I really like their concept. This is like how EXO nailed the football concept and now NCT nailed the Hockey concept!! I am so excited that I have this in my mind...

I hope this is not boring and yeah give Sungchan some more love!

warning : i don’t want to soil the plot, but there’s some kiss..

PART TWO HERE

You bend to untie your skating shoes; you're done with today's skating class. The locker is already crowded with the trainee for the next schedule. The ice hockey team from your club is here to play today. They're the best team in town, NCT U Dinosaur and next week they are playing against Gorillas. You bet it will be an interesting match with the Dinos winning of course, there's no doubt with that tall new center they have and the super tight bond between the players. It's like their mind is already connected and they can always pass the puck with ease. You excuse your way to your own locker, well with their padded costumes and tall bodies, you're struggling to find your way to the locker.

"Excuse me," you say between each steps and the members are all friendly to you, hey they always meet you because your class is before theirs and so you always see them preparing themselves. "Oh hey there (y/n)," Mark, your best friend and secret crush, greets you with a quick side hug. He squishes your shoulder and you just laugh nervously obviously surprised and shy from what he did. He's super friendly with you to the point where you wish he can see you as someone more than a friend. He lets you go when his other friend calls him and you make your way to the end of the locker. "I see someone is left behind again," a tall shadow appears on your peripheral views. You sigh, knowing this is once again Sungchan teasing you for your one-sided crush on Mark. Well, you knew Sungchan earlier than you knew Mark, Sungchan once went to the same elementary school as you did, so there's nothing awkward between the two of you. You got separated but meet one another again in this skating rink. Him as a hockey player, you as a figure skater. "Shut up, he's called over." You try to push the negative thought away.

Deep inside your heart, you still have the slightest hope that Mark is liking you back. Sungchan just laughs at you, he puts his hand over your head wanting to ruffle your hair, but your bun doesn't allow him to. He awkwardly puts his hand down, lucky you did not realize this. "So, you're going to stay and watch us practice?" Sungchan has hope in his tone. You look around and see your brother Ten already entering the Barn (the rink). "I guess I have to wait for Ten." you stuff your skates into your bags and grab your slippers. "Oh okay cool. Wish me luck I need to warm up." Sungchan smiles to you, you just click your tongue, "Okay big boy, good luck." you fist bump him and he makes his way out of the room. You change your clothes and make yourself comfortable in the bleachers. With one cup of hot tea and a phone in your other hand, you waste your time on the internet. "Hey you wanna go home?" Ten skates to your side and asks over the rink. You see the time, and shake your head, "I got nothing to do, I'll watch you. Focus," you shoo him away and he just pulls you his nose scrunch face. Their practice ended nicely, and you have your eyes glued to Mark on all of the game. Dude, he's a good wing man and Sungchan is a tough center. His scoring is accurate and he's super calm in the midst of the game. Your brother is playing as a wing man too. Practice ended with Mark's team winning and they all crowded the room back with their sweaty bodies. After a shower, you find yourself going home with your brother. "Next week is game day, you must watch us!" Ten says excitedly on the way home inside the bus. "Sure, I mean I am on a term break for preparing the state skating, I can watch your games." You squeeze your brother's hand. "How's your practice today?" he asks you this time. You shake your head, "Not good, I cannot do the quad axel yet and my biggest rival, Taeyong, can do that easily. I mean even when we skate on different categories... I still feel I lost to him." Ten hugs you from the side and cheers you up, "Hey you're doing great okay, you just need a few more practices It's okay." You shake your head, "It's not. He did it in two tries and I still can't do it. Maybe mom is right, figure skating is not for me." Ten looks at you in amusement, "The hell are you saying? You worked hard from seven years old and you're thinking of stopping because of one move where people acknowledge as something nearly impossible to be done?!" You laugh at yourself, "Silly? maybe I should join the hockey team. Maybe Mark will pay more attention to me." You're open to your brother about your feelings, he knows your silly one sided crush on Mark and Ten has already told you repeatedly to move on, but you're so stubborn. "Still not over him eh?" Ten changes the topic. You blush and nod your head, "He's so sweet." Ten actually knows Mark is always sweet with everyone, no he is not a player. He is just warm and welcoming to all girls, Ten knows Mark longer than you but you never listen your brother. "For once can you listen to me?" he desperately sighs, you shake your head. Ten stops. "Let me just tell you this, someone else is always there for you, but when you're busy counting stars, you forgot the moon." Ten shuts his mouth afterwards and you find his sentence confusing. What is wrong with Ten? Sungchan goes back home with his roommate, Mark. Together they walk under the warm moon and talk about random things until Mark asks Sungchan about you. "So I heard you know (Y/n) right?" The taller guy just nods his head, "Yeah why?" "It's just that is she available?" Mark directly asks this and Sungchan is surprised, is he interested in her? No way this is happening. Sungchan notices the small smile Mark tries to hide but failed. "Well as far as I know she is not seeing anyone." Sungchan admits he really wants to lie and say you're not available, but you will kill him. "Oh a cute girl like her is still single?" Mark's eyes dilate twice in size. Sungchan rolls his eyes, "Maybe because she is waiting for someone to make the move." Mark whistles, "Classic, and you? You're dating anyone?" Sungchan blushes, "No one in the moment." Mark just nods his head, "Uh maybe you can ask her out, you seem to like her." Sungchan almost froze on his steps, wait was he really obvious? He wants to yell at Mark "Oh hell yeah I am asking her out when I know she has a crush on you... you dense..." He holds his words and just toss Mark a silly look, "Nah, not now. She's not interested in me." "Why not try?" Mark nonchalantly asks. Sungchan wishes he can spill the beans, but no he can't inside his heart he only scream "Because I know that I will just be her rebound when she realizes you're really not interested in her." "I don't know Mark, why don't you try win her if you like her." Sungchan tosses back the bomb and Mark just chuckles "I am already committed." "Hell what? You never told me!" Mark blushes, "Well it's not usual so I'm not really telling anyone." Sungchan understands and touches the shorter's shoulder, "Who is he?" Mark smiles, "Haechan, it's Haechan our defence." Sungchan smiles happily for his brother, he slaps his back, "Congrats bro!" Mark just giggles, "Thanks, come on let's go in!" They arrive at their apartment and Sungchan feels his head breaking down.

So how can he tell you Mark is unavailable, and he knows you'll be so heart broken. Sungchan thought of all the possibilities and ended up sleeping. He didn't see you anymore until the game day. You are there sitting on the bleachers with your oldest brother, Taemin and the two of you are super excited. You see Sungchan on his way to the dressing room and you dash quickly to see him, you just want to wish him luck. "Sungchan-ie!!" you reach his hand and he stops in track, looking back he sees you "Oh it's you!" his smile erupts. You hand him a chocolate bar, "Good luck! Score many points today okay? Play safe" you pat his back and he can't hide his silly face, "Thanks, I will do my best. Hey where are you going?" he asks when you move away. You mouthed MARK and leave him. That's when he realizes he should've stopped you from looking Mark but he's too late. Sungchan sees you frozen in track by the door of the locker room, the energy drink you bring for Mark falls to the ground and before he can reach for you, you've ran away. Sungchan wants to run after you but his captain Winwin calls him. "Shit," Sungchan sees Mark and Haechan on the corner making out and his smart brain is enough to understand you learn the truth the hard way.

Sungchan is a professional, once he is in the Barn, he’s busy with the game and he sets aside all of the emotion and problems. He’s determined to console you after the game, so first he needs to win this game and then win your heart.

The game ended with fantastic scores, Sungchan performs very well and scores many today. You cheer excitedly by Taemin’s side. The two of you jumping excitedly when the team wins.

You’re still sad when you saw Mark earlier, but here you are once again in the waiting room congratulating everyone in the team. You hold your tears when you get a hug from Mark. His hug sure feels different now, you know it you really stand no chance. You walk to your other friend, Sungchan and you surprise him with a hug. You never hug him first, but today you feel like he’s the only one you can trust.

“Congratulations” you whisper and Sungchan excitedly picks you up from the floor. You yelp but let him pick you up, well he’s way taller than you.

“Sorry,” he whispers back, “Sorry I did not run to you earlier.”

You gulp, oh so he saw you. “No don’t be. I’m fine. You need to focus on the game earlier.”

“Yeah I did, all because you came here and gave me the luck I need.” He still has you levitating and clinging to his big tall frame.

You squirm in his touch, “Okay put me down,”

“No. Not until you cry yourself and calm down.”

Your lips tremble, Sungchan sure is a smart man.

“I am not going to cry,” you lie to him

Sungchan shakes his head, “You will. I know you want to cry now. He’s gone already, no one is here you can cry.”

You sigh, “Please.. please put me down.”

He puts you down and sits beside you.

“I am a fool wasn’t I?” You bite your lips, eyes already wet.

Sungchan pulls you into his embrace, “Pour it all out.”

You stain his jersey with tears, and you punch his chest angrily.

“It hurts,” those are the last words you say before closing your eyes and just feeling the warmth Sungchan gives.

Ten comes into the room and catches the scene, he quickly runs to take you over and lets Sungchan changes his clothes first. The younger man did what Ten said and Ten also knew what happened. Well earlier once the game ended, he clearly saw Mark kissing his boyfriend, and Ten knows you’re crying because of that.

You look up to Ten and with hiccups you ask him, “Hyung, I focused on the star.. and now when the star is gone… did I lost my moon too?”

Ten sighs, you remember what he said that night. Ten looks into the tall man who’s cleaning up his gears and smiles, he rubs your back and brings your teary face to see him, “Hey you did not lose the moon. I can assure you, this time the moon is still here.”

“Really?” you sniffle

Ten brushes your hair away, “Yes honey, you just have to look closely.”

Your eyes catch Sungchan’s tall figure and everything clicks.

“I’ll try, I don’t want to rush…” you shy away from Ten’s gaze.

Ten smiles, “It’s okay, he waited this long, he can wait a bit more.”

Sungchan hears that and just smile, he leaves the room so you two can talk more privately, but deep inside his heart he knows if he plays the game right, he can win your heart now.

endddd

please support nct u 90′s love, be it streaming or just appreciate their music and maybe tell someone else about the song! It brings back memories :D

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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OMG I LOVED PART 4 of SWEET CORRUPTION!!! the ending was sweet and got me curious of how everyone’s gonna react to them dating. I was wondering if u could do like a little follow up with them dating at school pls!🥺🥺especially seulgi lmao😩

Im happy u liked it❗❗😫

I'll make a lil headcannon for u😌

Jimin was the first person to find out about you and jaemin dating

He was shocked even though he kind of expected it since you talked about him 24/7 even when you hated his guts

"What the fuck" was the only thing that came out of his mouth as you snickered

Jaemin barely knew jimin, only having seen him at the cafe a few times so he just awkwardly smiled at him

It took jimin a good month before he was used to seeing jaemin hanging around

Next was the school

Obviously everyone knew about the feud between you two so when they saw you and jaemin holding hands, giggling at stupid flirtatious jokes, they had to stop and rub their eyes for a minute to check if what they saw was real

Almost everyone whispered and talked as you guys walked by

Some people were almost positive it was a joke until jaemin straight up kissed you in the halls

Then there was joy

She's never tackled jaemin so quick, yelling at him to take special care of you because your sensitive and cant handle a broken heart while you had to pull her off him

Shes that kind of bestie

Needless to say, she was very supportive, other than the few glares thrown at jaemin because of your past with him

Jaemin still isn't sure if she likes him or not

The next person who was not at all surprised by you guys dating was jeno

His eyes smiled at the two of you

Mostly you because somehow, your idiotic plan to fake date him had worked

But though jeno didn't feel a thing for you in a romantic way, jaemin still felt the need to make sure he knew you were his and only his

Imagine those funny anime punches the characters do when they get mad cuz thats literally jaemin to jeno

After dragging jaemin away from his best friend, taemin was the next person you guys stumbled upon

Once again jaemin wasn't the happiest, but he found a way to brag without opening his mouth

Like he just smirks as if he's saying "I got her and you didn't"

But back to taemin, hes happy for you

A bit sad because maybe a part of him did actually like you, but he was happy nonetheless

"Na Jaemin!!"

You could hear that annoying voice a mile away and still feel the need to jump off a cliff

Seulgi was about to leap into jaemins arms when you got this bright idea to just push him out of the way and make her fall

You're not a bully, but you may have laughed a bit

Thats what a lot of pent up anger does to you

But you quickly knew your mistake when jaemin gave you that look that meant he wasn't impressed

"Talk about being disrespectful" the hypocrite, seulgi, said as she stood up, "Jaemin, we should walk to class together. I haven't seen you in days."

You couldnt help yourself and mumbled under your breath, "lets keep it that way" earning a small snicker from jaemin

"Im gonna walk with y/n"

"Why?"

"Because she's my girlfriend"

A simple sentence and seulgis face turned pale

Nothing was said, but that never stopped her from trying to get with jaemin still

It just took a lot more to push you out of the way

Seulgi was basically relentless, like she never got the hint that someone with a girlfriend means they're taken

Lowkey though, sometimes jaemin enjoyed when seulgi tried making a move because you got a little jealous

And he thought of that as payback

#nct #nct smut #nct fluff #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream smut #nct dream jaemin #nct dream scenarios #na jaemin #jaemin nct #na jaemin nct #ask #anon

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darkmulti · 4 years

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SHINee & SuperM

Pairings: boyfriend!Taemin x female reader

Genre: Fluff & Soft Smut

Word Count: 1K

Requested

A/N: Yes you read that right. F L U F F. Sorry for any errors! Also the endings pretty shitty (well the whole thing is pretty shitty but the endings the worst)

Warning(s): protected sex (readers on birth control), praising, light choking, teasing, cock warming, riding, thigh riding, edging, dirty talking, fingering, lots of kisses and cuddles

━━━━━

It was quarter past six and Taemin still wasn’t home. You wrapped yourself up in a blanket and sat in the living room, waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

The loud thunder and strong winds made you feel uneasy. Usually Taemin would be here to comfort you, but for some reason he wasn’t home on time today. You decided not to call him since he might be driving, so you turned on the T.V and tried to remain as calm as possible.

That was until another thunder roared and the T.V shut off. Now the electricity wasn’t working. You groan in misery then cover your face with your blanket. You were beyond terrified. About ten minutes pass and finally you hear the door knob rattling. You get up in excitement and quickly open the door.

“Finally, you’re here!” You exclaim, jumping up happily until you notice the flowers and plastic bag in his hand. Taemin quickly comes in and places the bag on the kitchen table. You quickly close the door and follow behind him with a confused face. “What did you bring?” Taemin takes his jacket off then runs his fingers through his hair before placing both hands on his hip. “I bought you flowers and soup because a thunderstorm is going on.”

“Well no shit sherlock. I wish you just came straight home.” Taemin rubs his temple then slightly smiles to himself. “Fine. Don’t eat the soup.” You whine in defeat, and look at your boyfriend with doe eyes. “Noooooo! I do want soup. I’m sorry baby.” You move closer to him but he steps back. “I’ll only accept your apology if you tell me that I’m the greatest boyfriend in the world.”

“Fine. You’re the greatest boyfriend in the world.” You mumble out, looking down at the floor the entire time. He gently grabs your chin and makes you look up at him before pulling you into his embrace. “I love you so much, princess.” Taemin pulls you in for a sweet kiss, causing your heart to flutter. He hurriedly picks you up and brings you to the couch, where he lays you down and continues to suck on your pink lips. “Your skin tastes so sweet, princess. How are you so perfect?”

His hands tug on the hem of your shorts, asking you for permission. You thrust your hips up, allowing him to take your shorts and underwear off. “Babyyy.. please, I need you.” Your boyfriend slides two fingers into you, making you release a broken moan. “You’re so wet for me, princess. Are you this needy?” You cover your face in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact with Taemin.

“No need to be shy now. I’ve seen all of you, honey.” He thrust his fingers a little faster into you so in response you moan loudly, begging him to replace his fingers with his cock. “P-please baby.. I need- AH!” You slap your hand over your mouth as you feel the knot in your stomach about to burst. Of course Taemin notices, so he stops and curls his fingers in you.

You were so close, yet so far all of a sudden. Your hips jolted up in desperation of more friction. “Babyyyy! Why’d you stop?” You cried, unconsciously rolling your hips, looking for something hard to grind on. Your boyfriend bites his lip then pulls you onto his lap. “Ride my thigh, darling.” You eagerly rub your wet slit on his thigh, gripping his shoulders like your life depended on it.

Taemin, being the tease he is, started tapping his leg causing you to bounce on his thigh. Your clit hitting his rock hard thigh made your legs shake. Your breath becomes uneven as you feel yourself getting close again. Unfortunately all good things come to an end. He stopped and laid you back down before whipping his cock out. “You want this babygirl?” You nodded your head ‘yes’ with no hesitation. “Beg for it.”

“Taeminieee! Pwety pwety please, with a cherry on top?” You gave him puppy eyes and finally felt him pushing into you. “Thank youuuu!” Taemin leaned down and kissed your temple, cheek and lips. “Tell me if it hurts, okay.” You nod your head ‘yes’ once again, not expecting him to thrust deeper into you. His fingers wrap around your throat, lightly pushing down on it while he thrust slowly, but deeply.

Soon the pleasure arrives and you start moving your hips with his, hinting that it’s okay to go faster. Taemin didn’t hold back. He puts your legs on his shoulder and pounded your pussy like never before. The sudden change in speed caused you to clench around him as hard as you could. The soft moans leaving your lips made Taemin go absolutely insane. Your pussy clenching around his cock only made him go faster. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he smirked down at you. In between pants he spoke, “fuck! You’re so fucking.. good for me.. only for me.”

His words only turned you on more. You start moaning his name loudly, as you feel yourself getting closer. Taemin rubs your clit aggressively, making you squeal in shock. For a moment you see stars and the next you're violently shaking under Taemin, throbbing around his cock. Your boyfriend pulled you up, onto his lap and kissed you deeply while you both came. He leans back on the couch and allows you to ride your high.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He pants, throwing his head back and placing his hands on your hips. You cuddle into his neck while slowly rolling your hips on him. “Baby you feel so good.. You’re so big.” You whisper, too exhausted to speak any louder. “Come on, princess. We should clean ourse-”

“No! I still want to cuddle.” You cling onto him tighter, refusing to let him go. “Okay, okay. At least let me take myself out of you.”

“No! Stay inside of me. You’re warm.” You smile sheepishly, then nuzzle your nose against his. “I love you.” You kiss his just below his ear before placing your head on his shoulder. “I love you more, princess.” Taemin squeezed your body and kissed your head.

Even though you hated thunderstorms. Taemin always managed to somehow make them better for you.

#taemin smut #shinee smut #taemin #lee taemin #lee taemin smut #shinee #superm #superm smut #superm taemin #requested #flop:(

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lovehotelreservation · 3 years

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HELLO CHELL! It's my time as a Sylvain stan to make my summer comeback! (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) [왜 예쁜 날 두고 가시나 ? // Why are you leaving a beautiful woman like me behind? - SUNMI] Everyone in the idol community knew that you had a messy breakup with Sylvain (who cheated on you). And your amazing break up song was the comeback you needed. But now you have to dance the song with Sylvain on stage (think Taemin&Sunmi's dance) at an awards show! Things are SUPER tense in the practice rooms. Who knows what can happen?

BLESS U ETERNALLY FOR THIS GODLY PROMPT ANON I STAN U 4EVER AND LOOK FORWARD TO UR NEXT COMEBACK

HKFLAHFKA THIS ENDED UP SO HONKIN ANGSTILY HONRY 4GIVE ME

I HOPE U ENJOY!!!

It was going through the motions.

The twist of your hips, every facial expression to punctuate each melodious word that was meant to come out from your lips, your feet across the polished wooden floor based on muscle memory rather than the beat of the song.

So many months dedicated to perfecting and performing this exact choreography.

It was why you could run through the song’s dance with your eyes closed, as you were doing now.

However, given your upcoming appearance upon the bigger, grander stage of the esteemed Fódlan Awards show, a mere reiteration of your established for one of the biggest singles in your career thus far was not enough.

Not even an extended, remixed cut of your song was going to be enough to appease the audience.

As told by the higher executives at your record label.

You had to do something different.

Daring.

“We’re supposed to be in sync you know.”

Your eyes fluttered open.

And then, ever reluctantly, traveled up to a pair of twinkling brown irises, a cheeky grin, and a wild head of ginger red hair that never failed to seize attention.

Even given the circumstances, he still had it in him to sound so carefree.

Tall and gorgeous, broad shoulders that stretched out a short-sleeved white shirt that revealed toned arms and clung to a well-defined and chiseled torso, charming and captivating.

He was the idol that took the industry by storm with his talent and a subsequent controversy.

He was the man who once cradled your heart before allowing it to plummet to the ground.

He was Sylvain and he was to share the stage with you to perform the very song you penned in lieu of his unfaithfulness.

There was too much money behind his success. Your record label had to get him back in the good grace of the public, hence the ‘special’ arrangement for your performance, your feelings be damned.

And it was those forsaken feelings that made just simply looking at him too hard to bear.

Still, rather than humoring him, you only scoffed while continuing your routine: the both of you had to mirror one another’s movements, and you absolutely hated how his body continued to manage with remaining perfectly in sync with yours even if you attempted to slow or quicken each of your motions.

“If you’ve got time to talk while we’re supposed to be practicing, we can end this right here.”

His grin still remained in place, even as the shine in his eyes dwindled ever so slightly.

“I hear ya, I hear ya.”

The slowed music of the extended cut of your song’s chorus played, signaling for when it was time the two of you would point at one another before facing out to where the audience would be.

But rather than turn himself or allow you to do the same, he simply took a step forward, eliminating the space between you to grasp your wrist.

His lips were still quirked into a smile, but the words he then spoke were tinged with gruff melancholy. “You know how I am—I can’t ever appreciate a good thing even when it’s in front of me.”

Immediately, you tried to draw your hand back, but the hold that his hand--so much larger compared to yours--refused to offer any escape.

“Don’t you even start, you bastard--!” You lashed out, finding the sob that had been fighting to come loose from your lips beginning to viciously claw its way from the bottom of your throat. Not wanting to lose face in front of him, you were prepared to storm out from the practice room. Whether right over to your manager to demand once again to have a different dance partner, or outside to hail a taxi--anywhere was better than to share the same space as him.

He didn’t even flinch from what you said, the look in his eyes remorseful as it was determined.

“Call me whatever you like. Make more songs to let the whole world how I fucked up. I’ll take it—” One more step closer towards you was taken while the tone in his voice was resolute in its desperation. “--lose my whole career over it. If it means you’ll take me back, I’ll grovel right on stage when we perform.”

To cry from anger or to cry that there was a tug at your heart strings from his determination to patch things up.

Vehemently, you shook your head, again while attempting to break free from his grip.

“Embarrass me like that and I’ll never forgive you--!”

Your wrist was freed.

But your body was immediately seized into an embrace while his lips planted right onto yours.

The scent of his favorite cologne, the softness of his mouth, the gentle heat of his body.

How you’ve missed them so as you found yourself returning his kiss, the familiarity you tried so hard to escape from lulling you immediately back in.

Your mouths soon parted but Sylvain kept you near while he brought his hand to cradle your cheek, his voice soft in a murmur, “So is there a chance that there’s room for forgiveness?”

The word ‘forgiveness’ suddenly had your mind reeling back to the horrid morning of tabloid magazines with pictures of him spotted on a late night rendezvous with a model he did a recent photoshoot with, social media ablaze as the idol community bore witness to the drama unfolding, your phone bombarded with texts and calls from management, family and friends, and most of all, him.

A sentence tumbled out from your lips, one you’ve been meaning to tell him to his face for a long while.

“I hate you.”

Once more, he didn’t flinch. He just kept you near and within his reach as he spoke,

“Do you hate this then?”

Sylvain was kissing you again, longingly, urgently. You were squirming in his arms all the while melting in his embrace, all the while his hands began to roam around your body, seeking out the sensitive points on your figure that he devoted himself to memorizing during your relationship.

He was just too good.

And this only made things worse.

“Let me make it up to you, let me make it up to you...”

Those were the words he urged in a husky murmur as you found yourself carefully laid down on the floor with him hovering right on top of you. Clothes began to scatter across the floor of the practice room as he proceeded to devote nothing but reverence to your body by the earnest suckles of his mouth on your nipples to the fluid circling of his thumb over your clit. The playback of your track had since finished, with the sound of your moans mingling with his amidst the noise of skin meeting skin in brisk slaps.

Your bodies were pressed together, joined. He was sinking the thick girth of his cock in and out of you, at first slow and indulgent but only driven to pick up his tempo with the sound of your mewls while your legs hugged around his waist while your nails scratched along his ivory shoulders.

“That’s right. Scratch me up, call me a lowlife--get it out of your system. Just take me back is all that I’m begging here,” he hissed, shuddering as he planted his mouth right onto yours for another kiss, relieved by the lack of resistance from your end.

Together.

Together as you were entangled within one another.

Together as you both soon reached climax while desperately clinging onto each other’s bodies.

Together as the two of you laid on the floor, Sylvain holding you close and tight, his grip so firm as though any give would have you slip away from him once again. Tears slipped from your eyes, immediately wiped by his lips kissing them away as he murmured a litany of apologies.

For so long, you’ve done all you could to move on from the broken love that you both shared.

And here you were, going through the motions once again.

#sylvain jose gautier #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #reader insert #Hoechella #super freaknasty writing #Fic #Anonymous #management will return in a queue minutes

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nervousnotion · 3 years

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tagged by @annevbonny, thx lob u

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

going with my october 2020 playlist cause i listened to so many of those songs like 300 times across the span of that single month it absolutely slaps

1. fever dua lipa ft. angèle 2. pinocchio taemin ft. bewhy 3. thank you pvris ft. raye 4. mimew yezi 5. go hard twice 6. pretty pills for broken hearts cloudy june 7. swing cxloe 8. all out of love stark ft. ayoni 9. cool weki meki 10. save up vérité

tagging @mabelmcbae, @alexenglish, @memehyungwon, @moca-moca, @yglesbian, @elizabethbcnnet

#tag meme

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bl--ankhaeji · 3 years

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ten songs, one person

I was tagged by my sweet moot @kjmsupremacist

rules: you can tell a lot about a person from the type of music they listen to. Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs. then tag ten people. no skipping!

Thirsty - Taemin

Misunderstood - Lucky Daye

Sit Down! - NCT127

Kick It - NCT 127

Plastic Hearts - Miley Cyrus

Faded in My Last Song - NCT U

Long Slow Distance - NCT 127

CRZY - Kehlani

Broken Clocks - SZA

Sunny Days, Summer Nights - SAM KIM

(Imma bend the rules a little and only tag one person) @hunnyuwu

#tags #Tres-baes

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nandamonai · 3 years

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List of Songs Written/Made by Jo Yoon Gyoung (조윤경)

Jo Yoon Gyoung has worked since 2002 and is still going strong to this day! Here’s some songs that are written by Jo Yoon Gyoung.

Notes: It is sorted by the singer’s name from A to Z!

Amber x Luna - Lower (SM Station) (2018)

Astro - All Night (2018)

Astro - Moonwalk (2018)

Bada x Ryeowook - Cosmic (SM Station) (2016)

BoA - Listen to My Heart (2002)

BoA - The Lights of Seoul (2003)

BoA - Romeo (2003)

BoA - Midnight Parade (2004)

BoA - Mayday! Mayday! (2012)

BoA - Camo (2017)

BoA - Butterfly (2019)

BoA - Dry Flower (2019)

Choi In Young - Get Better (OST. Sweden Laundry) (2014)

Cha Ji Yeon x LDN Noise - My Show (2016)

CLC - Helicopter (2020)

D.O. - That’s Okay (2019)

Eric Nam - Love Yourself (OST. It’s Okay To Be Sensitive) (2019)

EXO-K - MAMA (2012)

EXO - Baby Don’t Cry (2013)

EXO - 3.6.5 (2013)

EXO - Call Me Baby (2015)

EXO - Exodus (2015)

EXO - Lady Luck (2015)

EXO - They Never Know (2016)

EXO - Lotto (2016)

EXO - Diamond (2017)

EXO - Touch It (2017)

EXO - Boomerang (2017)

EXO - Oasis (2018)

EXO - Love Shot (2018)

EXO - Trauma (2018)

EXO - Non Stop (2019)

EXO Day After Day (2019)

EXO CBX - Hey Mama! (2016)

f(x) - Chu~♡ (2009)

f(x) - Beautiful Goodbye (2010)

f(x) - Step (2013)

f(x) - Dracula (2014)

f(x) - Deja Vu (2015)

f(x) - When I’m Alone (2015)

fromis_9 - Love Bomb (2018)

GFriend - Labyrinth (2020)

GFriend - Tarot Cards (2020)

Girl’s Generation - Complete (2007)

Girl’s Generation - Tinkerbell (2007)

Girl’s Generation - Trick (2010)

Girl’s Generation - Mr. Mr. (2014)

Girl’s Generation - Back Hug (2014)

Girl’s Generation - Soul (2014)

Girl’s Generation - Party (2015)

Girl’s Generation - You Think (2015)

Girl’s Generation - Talk Talk (2015)

Girl’s Generation - Bump It (2015)

Girl’s Generation - Girls Are Back (2017)

Girl’s Generation TTS - Library (2012)

Gugudan - Chococo (2017)

Ha Sung Woon - Blue (2019)

Henry - My Everything (2013)

Henry - Holiday (2013)

Henry - Butterfly (2014)

HINAPIA - DRIP (2019)

Hyoyeon - Mystery (SM Station) (2016)

Hyoyeon - Punk Right Now (2018)

IZ*ONE - O’ My! (2018)

IZ*ONE - Airplane (2019)

IZ*ONE - Love Bubble (2019)

IZ*ONE - EYES (2020)

Kangta - Calling Out For You (2016)

Key - Forever Yours (2018)

Key - Good Good (2018)

Kim Hyun Min - 청춘의 절정 (OST. Love Forecast) (2015)

Kyuhyun & Tiffany - Rise and Shine (2012)

Luna - Galaxy (2016)

Loona - So What? (2020)

NCT 127 - Once Again (2016)

NCT 127 - 0 Mile (2017)

NCT 127 - Touch (2018)

NCT 127 - Not Alone (2019)

NCT Dream - Chewing Gum (2016)

NCT Dream - JOY (SM Station) (2017)

NCT U - Volcano (2020)

Pristin V - Get It (2018)

Red Velvet - Campfire (2015)

Red Velvet - Red Dress (2015)

Red Velvet - Russian Roulette (2016)

Red Velvet - Bad Dracula (2016)

Red Velvet - Rookie (2017)

Red Velvet - Body Talk (2017)

Red Velvet - Perfect 10 (2017)

Red Velvet - RBB (2018)

Ryeowook - Drunk in The Morning (2019)

Seohyun - Hello (2017)

Seulgi x SinB x Chungha x Soyeon - Wow Thing (2018)

SF9 - Liar (2019)

SHINee - Sherlock (2012)

SHINee - Clue (2012)

SHINee - Note (2012)

SHINee - Why So Serious? (2013)

SHINee - Everybody (2013)

SHINee - Your Number (Korean Vers.) (2016)

SHINee - 1 of 1 (2016)

SHINee - Good Evening (2018)

SHINee - Chemistry (2018)

SHINee - Tonight (2018)

SHINee - Retro (2018)

SHINee - Lock You Down (2018)

Sihu - Can Not Forget (OST. Queen of Housewife) (2009)

Suho - Starry Night (2020)

Sungmin - I Pray (2019)

Super Junior - Endless Memories (2006)

Super Junior - Tic! Toc! (2006)

Super Junior - Islands (2014)

Super Junior - This Is Love (2014)

Super Junior - Simply Beautiful (2015)

Super Junior - Magic (2015)

Super Junior - Black Suit (2017)

Super Junior - Good Day For A Good Day (2017)

Super Junior - Spin Up (2017)

Super Junior - Me & U (2018)

Super Junior - I Think I (2019)

Super Junior - Heads Up (2019)

Super Junior D&E - The Beat Goes On (2015)

Super Junior D&E - Evanesce II (2018)

SuperM - Drip (2020)

Taemin - Mystery Lover (2016)

Taemin - Flame of Love (2017)

Taemin - I’m Crying (2017)

Taemin - Artistic Groove (2019)

Taemin - 2 KIDS (2020)

Taeyeon - U R (2015)

Taeyeon - Why (2016)

Taeyeon - Make Me Love You (2017)

Taeyeon - Christmas Without You (2017)

Taeyeon - Baram 3x (2018)

Taeyeon - One Day (2018)

Taeyeon - Circus (2018)

Taeyeon - Here I Am (2019)

Taeyeon - Wine (2019)

Taeyeon - Drawing Our Moments (2020)

The Boyz - Lucid Dream (2018)

The Boyz - D.D.D. (2019)

The Boyz - Daydream (2019)

The Boyz - Salty (2020)

The Boyz - Checkmate (Road to Kingdom Final) (2020)

The Grace - Dreams Come True (2006)

To Heart - Maze (2014)

Trax - Tears (2004)

Trax - Beat Traitor (2004)

Trax - My Tears (2006)

Trax - Baby (2010)

TVXQ - Smile (2015)

TVXQ - Broken (2018)

Twice - Shadow (2020)

VIXX - Odd Sense (2018)

Verivery - Tag Tag Tag (2019)

Verivery - Lay Back (2020)

Verivery - Curtain Call (2020)

Verivery - Thunder (2020)

Verivery - G.B.T.B. (2020)

Verivery - My Face (2020)

Verivery - Hold Me Tight (2020)

Xiumin x Mark - Young & Free (2017)

Year 1 Class 7 - Hey You (OST. Sweden Laundry) (2014)

Yesung - Your Echo (2016)

Yuri - Chapter 2 (2018)

Yuri x Raiden - Always Find You (SM Station) (2018)

Yuri x Seohyun - Secret (SM Station) (2016)

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onewfantaesy · 4 years

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Secret Siblings AU

“So what do you think of Taemin?”

Jinki smirks a little and glances between Minho and Kibum. They’re on the same radio show that Taemin outed himself for dating Naeun in a month ago, and the host has been relentless with them, hoping they’d slip up as well.

“I think he shouldn’t be fed after midnight,” Jinki says, and Minho and Kibum choke back poorly concealed laughter.

“Why?” The host asks, leaning forward. “Is he on a diet?”

“No, because he’s an evil little gremlin child.”

Kibum chokes on his water bottle, and Minho has to slap him on the back to get him to stop coughing.

It’s a joke they’ve had for years, since Taemin was a new trainee. Taemin absolutely hates it, but the three of them never let up on the joke.

IM NOT A GREMLIN FUCK YOU Taemin texts him immediately. Oh good, he’s listening.

Such a dirty mouth for a 17-year-old gremlin child Jinki texts back. Don’t go out in the light!

I WILL KILL YOU!

Jinki has a shit eating grin on his face the entire rest of the show. Teasing Taemin is his favorite pastime, especially when he can’t physically fight him back. Taemin has been known to slap him when he’s mad. It’s even better that Kibum and Minho are still the only two who know Taemin is his baby brother, so Taemin can’t fight back in public the way he’d like to. It would be considered disrespectful, after all, to tug a senior artist’s hair until they say sorry and take back whatever name they just called you.

Being an asshole big brother is Jinki’s absolute favorite job. But for now, it just looks like Jinki, Kibum, and Minho treat Taemin like an adored junior artist. He’s been an idol for about three years now, so he’s steadily becoming more established. But it’s still fun to pester him.

“He was very upset after the whole dating scandal,” Jinki does admit after he’s done teasing. “Especially since they’re no longer dating.”

“It was a very short-lived romance,” Kibum teases.

“Very teenager-y,” Minho adds, smirking.

“But he’s all better now!” Jinki tries to smooth over any lingering scandal rumors. “We helped soothe his poor, broken, teenage heart.”

“What exactly did you do?”

“Bought him food and played video games with him for a few days,” Kibum says, waving a hand.

STOP TALKING ABOUT ME Jinki’s phone lights up with incessant texts from Taemin.

“Just got his mind off of things until he felt better,” Minho adds.

“Showed him pictures of other pretty girls!” Kibum laughs.

YOURE MAKINGG ME SOUND LIKE A PERVERT I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU!

Jinki let’s put a poorly hidden snort, and he finally admits, “He’s so mad that we’re talking about it.”

He’s got tears in his eyes from trying to hold back laughter while he shows the texts to Kibum and Minho.

STOP TALKING ABOHT NE

STOP IT

I WILL TALK SO MUCH SHIT ABT ALL THREE OF U

The three of them are just laughing too much. They’ve been idols for a long while now, they have solid careers, and their images are solid enough that they can do silly shit like this once in a while and get away with it.

“Taemin is our favorite little junior,” Kibum says, grinning.

“He’s so much fun to tease,” Minho adds.

“He’s the only one who bites back so much,” Jinki tells the radio host, along with all the listeners.

“How much younger is he than all of you?” The host asks.

“He’s like ten, ten-and-a-half years younger than me,” Jinki says, nodding his head at himself. “A good age gap to just completely and mercilessly tease him.”

I hate you.

Jinki snorts so loudly when he immediately gets that text from Taemin. He shows it to Minho and Kibum with tears in his eyes and just says in a giggly voice into the mic, “He’s so mad right now.”

It does nothing to stop the dating rumors between the two of them, but most fans just think it’s a cute, brotherly relationship. Jinki thinks it’s funny how on the nose they are about it.

#taemin #shinee #onew #key #minho #secret siblings au

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bubltae · 6 years

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umm 3 for onho then? if not then 27? thank you!!

song: 4 walls by f(x)

onho are on a little weekend getaway at a small town and they just do domestic shit + emo jinki

i seriously apologize for this random hiatus i’ve been on. i don’t really have an excuse other than i hit major writer’s block and even the thought of writing was just a burden. but i did it! hope you enjoy LOL

The first thought that comes to mind when Minho opens his eyes is Where the actual hell am I? The bright white walls reflected by the stale morning sunlight, accented with basic pictures of sea stars and oceans sends Minho cascading down a spiral of absolute fear and panic. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s woken up in an unfamiliar place, other than that one night he hooked up with some guy in a hotel apartment five years ago, and three years before he started dating Jinki.

Minho moves his head frantically left and right as he sits up, immediately regretting it as his head begins to violently throb, bursting like several banging drums. He nurses it gently. The window by the bed is shining yellow rays into the bedroom, illuminating the strewn open suitcases and articles of clothing like Minho’s favorite green, froggie shirt and Jinki’s pink sweater. Minho stops and does a double take. He leans forward, taking note of the several soju bottles and snack wrappers scattered over the light brown floor.

A flood of memories hits Minho like a dizzying wave of alcohol and he suddenly remembers oddly specific events of the previous night. He turns to his right and a smile as sweet as honey overcomes his panicked expression.

“Jinki hyung. Wake up,” Minho whisper shouts. He lightly nudges the sleeping lump lying like a rock, curled up by Minho’s ass.

Jinki makes a series of gargling moans. He stretches his arms up as far as possible and then relaxes, wrapping his arms around Minho’s lower torso, eyes squeezed shut. “My head hurts,” he hoarsely whispers, pressing his face into Minho’s shirt. The sound comes out muffled but then again, Minho has known Jinki for over four years.

Minho pats his upper back softly in understanding. “I know. Wanna eat some breakfast and then take some painkillers?”

Jinki shakes his head slowly, feeling the exact same pounding headache that is beating away at Minho’s fragile skull. “Don’t wanna move,” he whines. Minho laughs through his nose.

He looks over at the bedside table where the blinking digital clock rests and Minho’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull. Quickly, he grabs his phone off the same table and scrolls through a series of texts last sent nearly forty minutes ago.

j hyung at 9:38am: heyyy how’s the wknd getaway?

j hyung at 9:39am: don’t have sex too loudly jfc

j hyung at 9:39am: anyway what yall up to????

j hyung at 10:14am: hellllllooo???

j hyung at 10:59am: well u told me u were leaving for a city tour at 10:30 so i guess have fun jerk

It’s 11:39, according to both clocks in the room. Minho cannot believe he’s slept in this late and he let himself go to alcohol. It’s not a competitive thing, he swears.

“Jinki hyung. You need to get up. It’s almost noon and we’re still in bed you lazy-”

Jinki reaches up and shushes Minho by pressing his forefinger to his lips. “Your head hurts and my head hurts so let’s sleep some more.”

Minho instead, wiggles out of Jinki’s grasp, ignoring the protests of his crying migraine and slips some socks on after he swings his bare legs over the edge of the bed. He’s still wearing his sweatpants from last night. Great. So nothing happened in the middle of the night.

“Where are you going?” Jinki moans again.

“To get breakfast so I can take some Advil. I stole some of that chocolate tasting cereal from Taemin before we left,” Minho replies. He pads into the kitchen and then pauses when he hears the blankets from the bedroom rustle and Jinki trailing slowly behind him. Minho stifles a cackle at Jinki’s awful bedhead, mostly because it’s cute but also because he knows laughing will only make his headache worse than it already is.

Jinki grumbles something about getting the Advil while Minho pours two bowls of Cocoa Pebbles. Minho shrugs to himself as Jinki grabs two glasses for water when one slips from his hands as soon as it leaves the cabinet. In an attempt to catch said glass, Jinki releases the other glass, causing it to hit the wooden floor, resulting in a mess of broken shards. Jinki jumps back in fright, a startled yelp escaping his lips.

Minho whips his head around at the sound of Jinki’s screech, interrupting the pouring of Cocoa Pebbles. He runs over to the sight and sees Jinki, sitting with his back against the nearest cabinet, head buried in his arms.

“It’s not a big deal so don’t worry, okay?” Minho assures softly. He places a gentle hand on Jinki’s shoulder. “How’s your head?”

“I always break everything,” Jinki replies, voice heavier and muffled again. He ignores Minho’s last question.

“Please hyung. You’re nothing compared to Taemin. That kid can’t hold a name tag the right way for the life of him,” Minho says.

Jinki nods slowly. He rubs his temples again, eyes pressed shut and then he stands up. He orders Minho to continue pouring the cereal as he grabs a broom from the corner and sweeps the broken glass into a plastic bag to discard. He then finds a plastic cup this time and fills it with water before grabbing four Advil pills. He hands two to Minho and they quickly scarf down the cereal so they can take the cure of all bad hangovers.

“Well,” Minho finally says. “Since our morning plans were basically destroyed by this bitch of a hangover, what do we do now?”

Jinki ponders for a bit, sucking on his spoon and then drinking the rest of the chocolate milk. “Nothing. Let’s just rest at home today. I’ll call the rental place about the broken cups and have that added to our bill but I really just want to do nothing today.”

“How ‘bout sitting in the sunroom?” Minho says, mostly to himself. Jinki agrees, elation laced in his tone, the glass dropping incident immediately leaving his mind. Minho takes the empty bowls and cups to the sink while Jinki sets up the room. When Minho arrives, he can’t help but grin at his adorable boyfriend. “You brought your laptop?”

Jinki nods in a way that says And you didn’t? “I kind of pirated Big Hero 6 and Mulan but only because they’re not on Netflix and Taemin hid the DVD’s from me.

“It’s called: Protecting the hyungs from Netflix and Chill,” Taemin says.

“But we wouldn’t even be watching Netflix,” Jinki protests.

“That’s not the point.”

“He’s gross,” Minho says, disgust on his face. “He learned it from Jonghyun hyung, I can tell.”

Jinki shrugs. “Well, Kibum’s done his best to try and ‘uncorrupt’ Taemin but we all know that wouldn’t have worked anyway.” He grabs Minho’s wrist and drags him to the little couch he’s sitting on. “Anyway, I like Mulan more so we’re gonna watch it first. I like Make a Man Out of You.”

Minho giggles, his face lighting up as he glances at his bundle of a boyfriend curling up next to him while the movie starts. They end up watching another two more movies together and then going for a short walk, hands intertwined, eyes lost on nature.

“Why are you dating me?” Jinki suddenly asks. He’s not looking anywhere near Minho’s face. He chooses to keep his focus on his feet, matching his stride with Minho.

Minho bites his lower lip. “Because I love you,” he replies quietly. “Why are you asking?” The rational part of Minho is telling him that Jinki is simply asking for the heck of it. The irrational part of Minho, the bigger part of his mind and heart, is prodding at him and saying Jinki is trying to break up with him. He can’t even look at me straight in the eye.

Jinki laughs bitterly. “I’m clumsy and awkward and I couldn’t even act normally at that SM dinner last year. Even talking to Junmyeon was a hassle, I feel like I wasn’t right for you.” Minho opens his mouth to disagree but Jinki keeps talking. “You’re much bigger and more bold. And I feel like I’ll never measure up to that.”

Minho looks for his face. Jinki isn’t crying, though he looks visibly frustrated. Minho rubs his tongue against the back of his front teeth. He stops walking and it takes Jinki a moment to notice he’s not moving anymore.

“What are you doing?”

Minho, instead of reassuring Jinki like a normal partner would when their significant other is stressed, crouches down so he’s a little bit shorter than Jinki. The older looks down in utter confusion.

“If I have to spend the rest of my life walking like this for you, I would do it in a heartbeat,” Minho whispers.

Jinki smiles and his eyes smile with him. He engulfs Minho in the biggest and tightest hug ever, mumbling nonsense that Minho doesn’t bother to listen to because all he can hear is his heart swelling with love.

“You don’t ever have to worry. I promise you’ll never have to question why we’re dating again.”

#shinee #shinee scenarios #onho #onho fic #send me a number between 1 and 248 and i'll write a fic based off of my spotify playlist

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cloudycrystalkpop · 6 years

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One shots masterlist

AUs:

NCT U Predator AU Series Masterlist

Neo Culture Coven Technology AU Masterlist

Folklore AU Masterlist

Reverse Folktale AU Masterist

Looking Glass AU Masterlist

Underground AU Masterlist

hybrid AU masterlist

covens AU masterlist

Groups:

* SUGA | RESILIENCE | (shifter!) Suga x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

she witnessed that no matter what came at him, he always pulled through. he was impossable to shake. | -

* SUGA | LEATHER AND GASOLINE | (Agust D!) Suga x reader + feat. JHope

“i told you one of these days i wasn’t gunna be able to watch your back, and here i am, supposed to be the one stabbing you in the back.” | language, gun violence

* RM | SMOKE | (blue caterpiller!) RM x (Alice!) reader

the way the smoke billowed and curled reminded her of they way his thoughts would whisp around him as they coiled off his tongue. | smoking

* RM | CRAZY = GENIUS | (arsonist!) RM x reader

you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gunna burn. you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gunna learn. | mild drinking

* JHOPE | REFLECT | (sun god!) JHope x (moon godess!) reader

she spent her world living in his shadow, but that wasn’t the way he saw it. | -

* XIUMIN | WONDERLOST | (cheshire!) Xiumin x (Alice!) reader

she was lost in the wonder of such a place, and he was lost in the wonder of her. | -

* XIUMIN | CLOVER | (wolf!) Xiumin x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

after so many years of being on your own, you now have a gentle wolf to watch your back. | gender neutral reader

* XIUMIN | CRESCENT EYES | (witch!) Xiumin x (hybrid!) reader

as winter melted into spring, so his power drained from him. for the first time in the countless years, he had received no sign from his creator. instead of the guiding light, he found his strength in the shy crescent eyes of a feline. | -

* BAEKHYUN | ATTENTION | Byun Baekhyun x reader

Baekhyun had been ignoring her, and she began to suspect him of possably cheating on her with another idol. | -

* CHANYEOL | LOST BOY | (changeling!) Park Chanyeol x reader | MOODBOARD

lonely little boy, you never really belonged. but that’s alright, nether did she. | -

* CHANYEOL | GUARD DOG | (hybrid! familiar!) Park Chanyeol x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

i can’t take care of you anymore | -

* CHANYEOL | STERLING | Park Chanyeol x reader

you always had a curosity with dolls. your father used to bring you robotic ones he made in his tinkering. sometimes, you wondered, if you could bring them life. you blamed that for your later intrest in necromancy. | voodoo, gore

* SEHUN | DARK SIDE | Star Wars AU (Jedi!) Sehun x (Nightsister!) reader

Sehun was unsure of whether or not to trust this witch with an affinity for the dark side. | smut

* JB | DRIPPING ROSES | (knave of hearts!) Im Jaebum x (alice!) reader

silly little girl, i don’t think you’ll much like what you find in the heart of wonderland. | slight gore

* JACKSON | SELFLESS | (dragon!) Jackson Wang x (mystic!) reader

he was cursed for his family, but she set him free. | character death

* JINYOUNG | OF FAERIES AND FORSETS | Park Jinyoung x (faerie!)reader | MOODBOARD

Jinyoung had always been curious about the forest, and what creatures wandered there. | duel endings

* YOUNGJAE | PRECIOUS | (blood slave!) Choi Youngjae x (vampire!) reader + feat. N

he was her most precious possesion. | a little bit of master/slave kink tbh, but not very sexual.

* BAMBAM | SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST | post-apocalyptic au! Bambam x reader | MOODBOARD

morals are simply a set back in the aftermath. they’ll get you destroyed. | mentions of sexual assault against minors

* BAMBAM | SNOWGLOBE | Bambam x reader

for as long as he could remember, the cold nipped at his nose. The snow dusted his clothes. The trees where always stickly, covered in a layer of shimmering ice. But he always wondered, what lay just past the old lampost. | -

* YUGYEOM | SALT WATER | (siren!) Kim Yugyeom x reader + feat. (cabin boy!) Jisung + NCT

she could hear it, that distant melody. it called to her, cared for her, looked out for her when no one else would. | impiled sexual harassment and assault

* JOHNNY | PROMISE | revolution au! Johnny Seo x reader

we’ll shout it from the tallest building / we’ll be here when their heart stops beating (inspired by Wake Up by Black Veil Brides) | gun violence, language

* TAEYONG | FREEDOM | (run away au!) Lee Taeyong x reader | MOODBOARD

some kids never learn. | mentions of achehol and cigarettes

* TAEYONG | HARLEQUIN | (yandere!) Lee Taeyong x (psychopath!) reader | MOODBOARD

he would do whatever she asked, more than happy to simply be a member of her cort of jesters, even if that ment his silence. | mental illness, emotional abuse

* TAEYONG | ROSE COLORED BOY | (prince!) Lee Taeyong x (knight!) reader

a beautiful, youthful prince, the crown jewel of his kingdom, kindhearted and breathtaking in beauty, locked away and lost. frozen in time, forever young as the years pass around him. | reverse sleeping beauty au

* TEN | RELEVE | (dance teacher!) Ten x (ballet student!) reader

he was born with the rhythm in his blood, and his words were kind to those who looked for guidance. | -

* MARK + LUCAS | PRAY FOR THE WICKED | Mark x reader x Lucas | PART TWO

sin will find you | drug use, sexual themes and implied threesome, some guy x guy

* RENJUN | EAST IS UP | Renjun x reader

it can take some time to compleatly wake up when you’ve been alseep for so long. | inspired by Jumpsuit by Twenty One Pilots

* HAECHAN | MALICE | Haechan x reader

not everyone get’s to have a happy childhood, some of them tread on shattered glass though hellfire. in that heat you eather burn or freeze. | violence

* JAEMIN | DISTORTION | (yandere! merman!) Jaemin x reader | MOODBOARD

your kind forgot long ago, that it’s sea water that falls from your eyes you simply renamed to tears. | drowning

* G-DRAGON | IN-SANE-ITY | (mad hatter!) G-Dragon x (Alice!) reader

what’s so weird about being a little weird? | -

* N | RHYTHM | (spirit!) N x reader

there is a rhythm in all living things. if you listen, you can feel it’s hum. | -

* N | REDRUM | (ghost!) N x (cannibal!) reader

all work and no play, makes you just so… hungry… | all the warnings. !!!

* LEO | CREATURE OF THE NIGHT | (skinwalker!) Leo x (medicine woman!) reader | MOODBOARD

you don’t talk about them. you never go out by yourself, for fear you might run into one. no one knows what they actually do, for everyone who encounters one and doesn’t get away, disappears for good. | dule endings

* KEN | POCKET WATCHER | (white rabbit!) Ken x (Alice!) reader

her curiosity seemed to always run away with her… but what was curiouser than finding a handsome young man alone in the woods? | -

* RAVI | THE SORCERESS’ APPRENTICE | (apprentice!) Ravi x (sorceress!) reader + feat. (vampire!) Xiumin | MOODBOARD

Ravi had left his coven in search of a sorcerer powerful enough to teach him his full magical potental. | adult and sexual themes

* RAVI | RITUAL | (apprentice!) Ravi x (sorceress!) reader | MOODBOARD

Magic like this is forbidden, and for good reason. | mild adult content

* RAVI | WARRIOR QUEEN | Ravi x reader

she had missed her chance, and now it tore her apart. | mental illness

* HONGBIN | ROOM 217 | Hongbin x reader

The Overlook Hotel is known to be home to some very… interesting spirits. | smut

* HYUK | SICKNESS | Hyuk x reader

sometimes the most beautiful rose in the pained broken one. | character death

* HYUNGWON | TEAPOT | (doormouse!) Hyungwon x (Alice!) reader

sometimes even the smallest things can become large depending on your veiw point. | -

* HYUNGWON + I.M | HALO | (witch!) Hyungwon + (witch!) I.M

divinity magic | -

* WONHO | FLOWER PETALS | (ghost!) Wonho x reader

everything has a story to tell if you are willing to listen. | mentions of rape and murder

* ALL | BELOW THE MARSH | seven deadly sins series

some things hide just below unassuming appearances | seven different endings

* WOOJIN | MONSTER | (vampire!) Kim Woojin x reader

if you look past the gentle smiles, you may find what you believed to be innocence is not as pure as before. | slight yandere

* BANG CHAN | SECOND NATURE | (wolf!) Bang Chan x reader

while she might look at first glance, just like any of the other humans, he could smell the wolf in her blood. Long quiet and sleeping patently. He itched to set that wolf free, and watch her dance under the moonlight. | -

* FELIX | THE BOYS WITH FLAMES FOR HAIR | (reverse little mermaid au) Lee Felix x reader

the deep but gentle voice seemed to haunt you. Playing over and over again in the back of your mind. The fuzzy outline of the boy who saved you waited just behind your eyelids. His vibrant hair reminded you sometimes of the mute boy who had wandered into your backyard… | suicide attempt mention

* TAEMIN | DOWNPOUR | (naiad!) Lee Taemin x reader

he is that heavy feeling in your chest when the sky opens up and pours. he glances at you through the curtain of rain drops, the embodiment of mother nature’s sweat and tears. | depression

* ZTAO | ORACLE | (witch!) Tao x reader

there are whispers in shadows of the magic world. Whispers of a cult of witches, fortune tellers. But these are no normal tarot readers, these are oracles. The whispers warn of the horrible things that happen to those who seek out the members of this cult. | slight adult themes

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onkey-bedtime-stories · 6 years

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Tremble (1/3)

WINTER

***

Taemin : Are u going to show up tomorrow?

Jinki : Still think about it

Jinki : The restaurant closed around 10

Taemin : Come on! U hv two sous chefs!

Taemin : Let them work :P

Jinki : Dude, it’s not a restaurant without the head chef around

Taemin : But what’s the point of hiring them if you cannot gain some free time?

Taemin : Come on, Jinki.. U know tomorrow night is important to me

Jinki : I know, that’s why I said I’m still thinking about it

Taemin : You won’t regret it

Taemin : I have lots of good looking friends on my guest list

Taemin : #wink

Jinki : I can get laid by myself

Jinki : I even have invitations already waiting for me until the weekend

Jinki : And it’s only Wednesday

Taemin : Show off

Jinki : Sometimes drastic measures are needed

Taemin : Okay, just consider it

Taemin : Not because I have people with good asses coming to the party

Taemin : It’s because you’re my friend and this is important

Jinki : I know

Jinki : Text me the address anyway

Jinki : Just in case I can sneak out one hour earlier

Taemin : Cool! I’ll send the e-invitation to ur email

Taemin : The party starts by 9

Taemin : C U tomorrow! :)

“Aren’t you too old for that?”

Kibum came back to their table with two cups of coffees. He handed one cup to Taemin and sipped what’s inside his before flopped to the grey couch at the corner of the cafe, continued to read the book from where he left it.

“What? Texting?”

“Hmmm,” his eyes aren’t leaving the page opened before him.

“This is what you’ve called networking. You need to keep up with today’s trend to be able staying at the top of society.”

He finally lifted his head to meet Taemin’s eyes, “Drink your coffee. I think you’re not getting over your last night hangover.”

“Ha. Neat,” he put his phone aside, “You’re coming tomorrow, right?”

“You mean your party?”

“What else?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. There would be lots of important people coming over.”

“I should have been insulted with your statement that makes me and my achievement less important but I guess you’re right, I still have the headache from last night I refused to have any quarrel with anyone.”

“Honey, you can stick with your phone and all those youngster hype, but this is what I called networking. Don’t be too sad, I still love you.”

“Whatever. Dress up nicely.”

“You seriously doubt my wardrobe taste?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet. He might looks like a careless person, but when he stepped on any party, he’s not a joke.”

Kibum raised his torn eyebrow when the words finally hit him, “He?”

Taemin chuckles across the table, “Well, after your recent divorce, I don’t think you want to hang around someone who has more than one X chromosome in their DNA. So?”

“So what?”

“Are you interested?”

“I don’t know.”

It’s not like Kibum wanted to solitude himself from all the females as resentment of the separation with his ex-wife. Since he knew what love is back in the first year of high school, he’s open to anyone for he believes gender determined what kind of good heart people has for him. He just needs the time for himself in general, after five years he spent together with her seemed like vanished in vain because both of them cannot handle each other ego during their three years of marriage.

“It’s about time to open your heart again, no?”

“After only six months? Are you being sober now?”

“Easy there, Tiger. I’m just thinking you blamed yourself enough for something that’s already broken more than one year ago. No offense. And don’t give me that look,” Kibum pulls the best effort not to roll his eyes, “I’m not telling you to get married again, Kim Kibum. You just need to start living.”

“Am I dead already for you or what?”

“Yes. You might be here and there trying to put on the pretty mask but you’re just so dead inside. How long we’ve known each other, really? That doesn’t work for me.”

“Lecturing me doesn’t get us anywhere. Moving on it’s not that easy.”

“I know. But moving forward is doable and that’s what you should do right now.”

Kibum leaned closer to recheck whether he’s been talking with the same Lee Taemin he knew since college, “You really are still drunk, aren’t you? Since when you had those fancy words came out your filthy mouth?”

“Internet does crazy stuff on you, you don’t know that?”

Kibum scoffed and grabbed his book back though his mind is not here to continue the story line anymore.

***

Lee Jinki is not a fan of a crowd actually, unless with some alcohol involved and the plan of fooling around entailed. Still, crowd gives him freedom, to mind his own business, to decide what’s to care about and what’s not.

Since a week ago, Taemin had been pestering him to stop by his party for the opening of his new studio. Being a famous photographer, he had the needs to make the night unforgettable. Besides, the younger man had been talking about how cool and perfect his new place is.

In the ocean of stranger like this, he regrets arrived there sober.

“Lee Jinki!!”

A bright lean man screamed from near what supposed to be the main stage. Jinki waved his hand toward him but isn’t planning to greet him yet, instead he walked closer to the buffet table near the entrance and snatched a glass of prosecco. He nods to the choice of the liquor.

“Look at you! Who said he’s not coming but dressed up like one of my model?”

“This?” he assessed himself right away, black silk shirt under the same color leather jacket matched with pair of maroon pants and white Reebok classic on both his feet, “This is nothing.”

“Bullshit. You definitely rushed home, took shower, and picked your wardrobe carefully.”

“Well, aren’t you glad I finally made it?”

“Apart of I’m quite happy about it, I was pretty sure you’re coming. Lee Jinki refusing party invitation? That only happened two years ago.”

“Shut up!” he put the empty glass back and grabbed two more, one he handed to Taemin’s hand, “Congratulation, Mr. Photographer. New studio, new adventures ahead!”

The clink sounds of the two glass meeting on the air submerged by the loud longue music from the DJ at the right corner of the stage. As usual, Jinki finished his drink in one shot, leaving Taemin shaking his head to the habit.

“In this rate, you’ll get drunk before I did my speech.”

Jinki shrugged and took another glass, “Had a rough day at the restaurant. A couple kept sending back the food to the kitchen with some ridiculous reason. I needed to drag my butt out of the back house to greet them personally.”

“Is that the reason you left early?”

“You can say that. Or more like I don’t like the thought of me missing free flow in the middle of the boring week,” he winked and Taemin only snickered, “So, what did I miss?”

“Nothing, besides the mini tour I gave to the potential important client. And simple exhibition of my previous works.”

“Knowing that I won’t be your client in any future soon and I visited one of your exhibitions before, then I can continue wandering around looking for some goodies,” Jinki raised his fourth glass now already.

“Ah, speaking about the goodies. I need to introduce you to someone.”

“Your new boyfriend?”

“I don’t date anymore, Honey.”

“Ah, I forgot you’re now the exclusive mistress of that famous dancer Kim Jongin.”

“Stop saying some gibberish, this one is a present for you because you actually made an effort to give your time to me.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“You always said that whenever I have a lover candidate for you.”

“Because it always ended up in a mess!”

“Did not!”

Jinki gulped down his sixth glass, “Did not? The last one you brought to me, four out of five times had cried whenever I led him to the bedroom. The one before that guy, already became someone’s else wife. Which one of them that wasn’t a disaster for you?”

“Okay.. okay, I made some mistakes. Who am I to lie to you? I haven’t figured it out how to find a right man for my own.”

“Then why don’t you take this one?”

“He’s a close friend of mine! Besides, he got your favorite!”

“My favorite?”

“Yeah. Perfect pair of bow lips.”

“Prettier than that one?” Jinki put down his seventh glass while pointing across the room with his chin.

Following the direction, Taemin spun quickly just to find Kibum talking to a group of women which he presumed as new acquaintances he acquired tonight judged from the way Kibum’s standing. One and other time, he glances to the place where Taemin and Jinki are standing as if their presence is a huge distraction to the conversation he engaged with the new friends he made.

Taemin returned back to Jinki which his eyes now pass through his skull to have a better look on the guy with the cashmere turtle neck with the twinkling feline eyes. A smirk appeared immediately on Taemin’s face.

***

Kibum found it hard to continue engaged on the conversation he’s in since the sight of a man who looks like Apollo descendant intruded his vision. That guy looks so out of place but at the same time, giving the vibe that he’s born for the event like this. He doesn’t look threatening, however, those eyes, once struck with Kibum’s and he choked on the wine he’s been nursing since half an hour ago, making him spilled some of the liquid to his chest.

He thanked the universe he left the house with the black top instead any other color.

Though he’s definitely not one of the models Taemin has worked with before, the quality of this man’s look can easily passed for one. There’s something about him that hooked Kibum since the very beginning, forgetting what he convinced himself earlier to make tonight only for business purpose and stay around that circle. His initial plan ruined easily when he caught himself glancing more than three times in the span of ten minutes.

“Ah, really? That would be great. Here’s my name card. Contact me whenever you want,” he took out some card from his wallet, “Now if you excuse me, I need to go to the restroom.”

And with that, Kibum retreated himself from the crowd to calm himself. Once he reached the sink, he splashed some water to his face. Kibum slapped his cheeks several times, this is not happening.

He’s not seventeen anymore. But the drum rolled banging inside his chest is telling him the contrary. Having stupid crush is not his type of playground anymore. After some serious relationships ended up in not so nice break ups back in college and one failed marriage, he thought he would be more cautious and even became numb to this kind of feeling. Maybe it’s just the lust. And the neediness started build up in him after one year absence of attention. Yeah, maybe that’s the reason. Get a grip, Kim Kibum.

After spending what have been like forever in the bathroom stall, Kibum thought it would be safe for him to get out and mingle again. He’s searching for Taemin right away, secretly hoping the man with the maroon slack still tagging around. Nevertheless, Taemin seems unlikely to be found within the crowd. He kept looking to his muse, because there’s usually he would stand and explain some of his works, but those models are scattered here and there and no one has Taemin on their arms.

“Where the heck is this ungrateful kid?”

“You like what you saw?”

A deep soothing voice from his side startled him to after life if it’s not to death. He cocked his head to the source of force driven him crazy only by the sound, Kibum stepped back instinctively once he realized their distance is closer than he calculated back in his hazy mind.

“Earlier. Don’t tell me you’re not looking to my direction.”

“Wow. Such amount of confident,” Kibum snickered whilst inside he’s flipped upside down.

“Well, to begin with, I wouldn’t be this confident if I didn’t catch a beautiful human being like you giving me those intrigued glances every two minutes.”

“Oh, how smooth. How many glasses did you take to be this gallant?”

“So you did look at me.”

Jinki chuckles and when he caught Kibum just an inch before flustered as if someone found out his biggest secret.

“It’s a best friend instinct. When a very threatening man with this all manipulative vibe hanging around your best friend, you cannot just stand still and act as if nothing happened. I don’t want something bad happened with Taemin.”

Jinki closed their distance a little bit, aiming his mouth dangerously to Kibum’s ear, puffing hot breathe that turning Kibum’s whole body into stupid giddy sensation.

“Oh really? What about you, then? Want something bad happened to you?”

Usually, Kibum is not in favor of including himself in any conversation buttered all over with innuendo. But this man, changed every single thing he believed in less than five minutes. Especially when he can still feel him huffing on his neck though it’s wrapped completely under the fabric of his knitwear.

“I guess you took more than five. This one is so much better than your first defense.”

“Seven to be exact.”

“You better take care of yourself, Dear Stranger, the party just started and knowing Taemin for years, this is nothing but a teaser.”

Jinki doesn’t wait any clue to press his hip to Kibum’s side, “Why don’t you help me to take care myself? Or do I interrupt you?”

Kibum observed the face of the man next to him, he looks so beautiful even under the poor light, “You must have taken a time-management class very diligently.”

He poked Jinki’s nose quickly, both cannot deny the spark in such limited touch.

“Just being efficient, I don’t see the point to waste limited time for unimportant business.”

“What’s exactly unimportant business here?”

“Working on my uncooperative brain at the moment to arrange some words together trying to get into your pants while I’m pretty much sure it’s going to happen anyway without such futile effort.”

Jinki ducked his head to fix his hair. Little did Kibum know, he tried to hide his eyes while observing the latter’s reaction.

Kibum just beamed into wide smile, still doesn’t believe on what he just heard, “Aren’t you one of a kind with fancy mouth?”

“How about you can tell yourself once you get a taste on that?”

“Interesting.”

“You think so?”

Jinki kept staring intensely to Kibum. After the cute little dimples adorned the corner of his mouth a while ago, Jinki found it so hard to stay away from his flawless face.

“Sort of. Never in my life had I heard this kind of lame pick-up lines,” Kibum scoffed to control his grogginess.

“Well, someone gotta take the chance to try that out. Up until now, the success rate is still 50-50.”

“You tried this before?” Kibum’s almost shrieked toward the fact, “Who’s this poor soul that had to endure this kind of torture?”

“In front of you,” Kibum’s face turned into a mixture of disbelief and amusement, “This guy was such a talker and he got me under his skin in no time.”

“Wow. Tell me who talked about exes during their first encounter.”

“No one. But you’re beyond what people around me would describe as a perfect human being.”

“Looks like you picked up a lot from him.”

Jinki laughed, pinching his eyes into a perfect crescent, Kibum needs to brush off the urge to cup his face right away, “Let’s just say I’m a fast learner.”

“That’s actually good to put in your curriculum vitae.”

“I didn’t know this require such an application.”

“Oh, I usually don’t,” Kibum’s head fell to the back a little bit while he massaged his neck, “I did that only for the strong candidates.”

“Interesting.”

“Aren’t I always?”

“I don’t have opinion about that since I only saw you,” Jinki wriggling his wrist to check the time, “For about an hour so far.”

“Then we need to get to know each other more.”

The smirks curved on Kibum’s bow lips sent chills down Jinki’s spine. He slipped his hand on the other waist and rested it there after Kibum doesn’t make any protective gesture.

“So, here’s the thing. Who am I talking with this past fifteen minutes?”

“You may call him Kibum.”

“Ah, Kibum,” his voice ghosting above his cheek, “I like the way I rolled that name. But I can do more with my tongue, just so you know.”

“Is that an invitation Sir…”

“Jinki. I go by Jinki.”

Kibum arched his back slightly, purposely stretched his neck too much just so his milky skin peeked behind the cashmere, “Is that an invitation Sir Jinki?”

“If you said so, Dear..”

“Then I know somewhere perfect to get to know each other better.”

“Do you even know this place?”

For Jinki, Taemin’s new studio just looked like an old barn with stone, woods, and glasses for the aesthetic purpose. He has no idea actually, it’s the first time he hang out to such place besides his house, his kitchen, and bars.

“Oh, please. I sold this place to Taemin two months ago.”

***

Kibum didn’t know for sure what brought him here. Maybe the lust, maybe the lack of affection he experienced since his separation, or the needs of attention he craved during his sabbatical period. But since he closed the door of that main hall to the small green house at the back of the building, he couldn’t keep his hand for himself.

The other man of course didn’t help at all since what he’d been doing is basically groping Kibum’s pert globes or nuzzling to his side or mapping the hidden surface along his spine.

Anyway, like Kibum minds at all.

Once they sat at the wooden bench placed against the cold stone wall – Kibum basically thanked himself for suggesting Taemin’s interior designer to put some cushion on it – Jinki attacked those inviting cupid lips without further ado. Kibum’s giggles suppressed back to the down of his throat, he’s unable to laugh at his pathetic desire for Jinki’s velvety mouth melted his entire defense mechanism. He just naturally opened his mouth slightly wider when Jinki surprisingly carefully prodded its surface with his tongue.

“Hmmphh,” Kibum hissed in between heated domination battle, “You indeed have particular skill with your tongue.”

Jinki pulled back a little bit just to give him some space to nip at Kibum’s lower lips, “This is not even 50% of my capability, Sweetheart.”

Kibum yelped inaudibly when strong arms brought him settled on Jinki’s lap. The moonlight fell right on Jinki’s face from the glass roof, giving it mesmerizing picturesque shades. Kibum cupped his cheeks and devour what he left before. Jinki’s hand traveling haphazardly on Kibum’s back, and ended up grabbing handful of his ass leaving him squealing.

Again, like Kibum minds at all.

“Shit,” Jinki cussed when Kibum started going south and nibble on his exposed neck. The man lapping here and there, occasionally stopped a little bit longer to suck at his Adam’s apple, sending his soul ascending to heaven.

“Ah!” a perfect mixture of groan and moan slipped out Kibum’s mouth when Jinki rolled his hips against him. The sounds excited Jinki to move more erratically to satisfy both restrained needs. As if they’re dancing partner for years already, Kibum acknowledge the pace and started grinding back.

“Ugh, Kibum..”

The said man just arched his back and brought Jinki’s to his chest. Jinki secured both his hands to Kibum’s slender waist and inhales deeply of the other man’s scent. They were like pieces of puzzles finally clicked to each other, after wait for too long in such desperation.

Kibum detached themselves for a moment to look at Jinki’s eyes, pretty eyes that reflects his own craving, pretty eyes that drown him since the very second he drop his gaze on it. Jinki never found himself fascinated this much among his one night stands life. He realized Kibum is something when he doesn’t only want to suck every single inch of skin beneath the clothes but also handling it with care as if he’s the most precious and fragile ancient Egypt treasure.

Jinki about to lean further to capture Kibum’s lips but the hands on both sides of his cheeks restrain him to do so.

“I cannot do this.”

“Why?” even if he doesn’t have a mirror before him, Jinki can definitely see the frown fell upon his own face, “You don’t want this as much as I do?”

Kibum shakes his head again before rested his forehead to Jinki, “No, no, you’re beautiful, Jinki. So beautiful I couldn’t believe myself that this is real. But I’m not supposed to do this to you. It’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” Jinki asked again, suddenly terrified by the reality he’s about to face, “You have a boyfriend already? Girlfriend?”

Kibum pecked his nose slowly before flashing his hand above his eyes. Something cracked inside his chest when Jinki saw the silver band on his ring finger.

“You’re married.”

“It’s been only six months after a horrible divorce.”

“So? What’s holding you up?”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Jinki rolled his eyes before stating the matter of fact here, “I’m single and you’re a widow. Whom are we going to hurt here?”

“You, Jinki. You. As much as I want you to continue what you’re doing down there,” both of them looking to the point where their crotch glued to each other, “Yes, the way your little prince been nudging my ass frantically had been driving me crazy I wanted to ruin your expensive silk shirt and suck your collar bones for the rest of the night, believe me. I just don’t want this to only because I’m sexually deprived.”

“So what do you want?”

Jinki is not the type who compromised during heated hour like this. But strangely, for Kibum, he’s willing to do it at least for once.

“I want you when I want you. Not when I need a release.”

Kibum removed himself from Jinki’s laps, he couldn’t help to chuckle when he notice the obvious bulge on the other’s southern region. He fixed his hair and adjusted the belt that slightly uneven after some battles of friction. Jinki looks disappointed at some point, but Kibum somehow know he’s not mad with the decision.

“A correction. The prince is not that little, if you know what I mean.”

Kibum let out wholeheartedly laughter and kissed Jinki slow and warm on the cheek, inhaling Jinki as much as possible.

“Of course I know what you mean. Or should I say, I felt?”

It’s Jinki turn to laugh this time, the way it sounds sent Kibum’s hand directly to his bangs and ruffles it messy.

“Now if you allow me, I need to go home and call my kid. It’s around the time she finished her school.”

Wow, a man with a baggage, Jinki sudden thought. But at least he admit Kibum’s a man of courage to go this far, unlike this ex-boyfriend he had that just a lump full of cowardliness. That makes Kibum more than his other flings. He might be too soon to fall, but he doesn’t care because Kibum seemed worth to fight for.

“When will I see you again?”

Kibum stopped by the threshold of the green house’s door. He turned his head and sincerely smiled to the stunned Jinki who sit alone by the bench.

“Spring. I’ll see you again on spring.”

Jinki smile to himself and scratch the back of his head that is not itchy at all.

“Spring is good.”

***

I wrote this on my AFF a while ago. Since I’m not going to write again until I finish my thesis and graduated, hopefully by September or October - finger-crossed, I thought it would be nice to cross-post it here. So, yeah. I appreciate all the support you all gave me up to now. Until I see you again, please be happy and be healthy :)

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