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facefullofsadness · 4 months

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Can I request sub!Sakura x soft!dom!reader? Basically fluff smut (-_-")

sakura unnie being just the submissive bby girl she truly is 🥰

content - loser gamer!sakura (bc she literally is just a loser who happens to be an idol u can't change my mind), smut (cunnilingus, corruption kink kinda but not really inflicted, reader is a lil intoxicated), fluff (I guess? like kinda?)

wc - 2148 (might've gotten carried away...)

sakura is a sensitive girlie.

and this doesn't just apply to in bed but in real life too. when you first met her, she was so shy and jumpy. seeing her at a pc café with the cat ear headphones she brought from home, wearing glasses, gray sweatpants, and a graphic tee way too oversized for her small body.

going up to her because u recognized her from your biochem class, asking if she did the homework yet.

"oh uh, hi, you know my name? uhm, sorry I'm a mess. wait a second, sorry," kura would stumble over her words, balancing her focus between the pretty girl talking to her and the intense league match she had going on.

sigh, how fucking adorable.

the way you grazed her shoulder with the tips of your fingers as you *intently* watched as she tried not to feed the enemy team (failing by the way). your focus was more on the way sakura's body tensed at the gentle contact.

it flicked a switch in your brain watching her bite down hard on her lip, trying so hard not to break in front of you. this only whirred you on, needing to see her desperate. and so you made it your goal to make this girl yours, in every way.

wooing her (easily bc pretty girl) into becoming your girlfriend, making her feel so loved and special, making her feel like you were the only person in the world for her. yes of course you loved her truly, but the switch that was on in your head always shone a light so bright that reminded you of how obsessed you were with the submissive aspects of this girl.

starting tame in your relationship, holding hands, cupping her cheeks and rubbing your thumbs against them, planting soft and gentle kisses on her, giving her sweet cuddles. it would eventually progress into brushing fingers against her sensitive waist, hearing as kura would release shaky breaths at the contact, deep and passionate makeout sessions where she would be breathless and sweaty under you, kissing and leaving dark marks on her neck and across her chest which would have her whining, trying to push you away because god how embarrassing it felt to be so small against you.

seeing her face so flushed pink and eyes dazed after an intimate moment drove you insane. you absolutely just needed to see more. and so when the first time you guys had sex, you had to remind yourself not to take it too far. after all, she's still your lovely sweet loser girlfriend who wouldn't hurt a fly (mostly because she's probably too scared of it).

and by sex, I mean eating out your precious girlfriend while she was gaming. you had gotten a little tipsy that night, drinking by yourself in the living room, dragging your body into kura's bedroom where she was focused in on a match of overwatch. too buzzed to act interested in her game, you pull yourself onto her lap and nestled your face into her neck.

you smiled against her skin as you felt the girl's breath hitch at the sudden gesture, your hot breath hitting her sensitive spot.

"y/n baby, I'm k-kinda busy right n-now..." she'd stutter, losing focus.

you shush her, planting wet kisses against her jaw and neck, "keep playing kura, don't worry about me. just focus."

the cogs in your brain speed and your heartbeat races with the corruptive thoughts running through your head. you feel yourself heat up at the need to feel her fall apart against you, shaking in your hold. hearing her shaky voice make callouts to her teammates over comms, your greedy hands brushing her sides and trailing her abdomen, mouth leaving wet spots across her exposed collarbone.

you moan against her skin, her body so tense when you touch her, exciting you more than you think is possible. though you wanted to be patient and gentle with her when it comes to intimate moments like this, in your drunken state, it was hard to think straight. and so it slips your mind when your hands trail up to cusp her tits, thumbs rubbing her hard nipples in circles.

your brain short circuits when you hear her whimper right against your ear, kissing her on the cheek and grinding down against her core. you push one of the headphone muffs back, whispering in her ear.

"do you like that baby, like when I touch your naughty little body like this? like when I grind against your aching pussy like that?" you rasp breathily, biting the lobe of her ear and chuckling lowly.

one of her hands fly off of the keyboard and quickly mute her mic, bringing her hand to tangle her fingers with your hair.

"ahhh fuck, y/n-ie, I'm.. that feels so.. ahh," sakura can't contain the moans slipping out of her mouth easily as your grinding continues and your fingers pinch at her hardened buds.

you pull your face away from her heaving chest and bring your lips to grace her own lips, "baby, why'd you stop playing? be a good girl and win for me."

how evil, sakura must be thinking in that little head of hers, clouded with lust.

she whines needily against your lips and you kiss her sweetly in response, "c'mon baby, I'll reward you if you listen to me."

and so she gulps and nods, leaning forward against you before unmuting and returning back to the game. hm, how easy it is to control you my love, you think sinisterly.

pulling ur hands away and getting off of her, looking up at her darting eyes, full of nervousness and excitement, you smirk at the sight. you bring your hands up to the waistband of her sweats, untying the knot and slowly pulling them down.

your eyebrows raise when you see how dark her panties have gotten, wet and practically soaked with arousal.

"you DO like this baby, don't you? looks like a little too much, what do you think?" you bite your lip as you drag a single finger across the whole length of her slit, feeling how damp her underwear truly is.

she whimpers uncontrollably above you, clamping her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the headrest, trying so hard to hold back. you just know her hands are gripped tightly into fists as you press your thumb firmly against her clit through the cloth.

"guys please, we're so close," sakura begs her teammates to wrap up the game, almost a double entendre to your ears.

you look up at her sweetly and innocently, "or take your time my love, I can wait."

she peers down to look at you and frowns, eyes welling up and face scrunched with pleasure. aww, my poor baby, she wants you to stop teasing so bad and just let her fucking cum.

you hook your fingers around her panties and pull them down to pool at her ankles with her sweatpants. you pull her to the edge of her gamer chair by her thighs, your strong grip pushing apart her legs.

"you'll get what you need so bad when you win," god you're so mean :(((

she's aching so bad, the way you can physically see her hole clench around nothing, just by your words and the sheer amount of arousal that courses through her. you can't just let her go untouched, so when you throw her panties and sweats off of her ankles and to the side, lifting her legs to rest on top of your shoulders, hearing her squeal at the movement, and hotly breathe out onto her core, you go dizzy. you swear you're probably much more fucking soaked in your underwear than she is by how turned on you were by the effects you had on her.

none of that mattered right now though, all that did matter and the only thing you focused on was sakura. your precious sakura and her leaking hole. you couldn't resist anymore, diving in and sucking her entrance directly, using your tongue to lap at all the juices that she produced messily all over her pussy.

"fuck y/n!" she moaned, not caring about the game and throwing an arm over her face, hiding behind it.

"shhh, play," you'd mumble against her, flicking your wet muscle on her bundle of nerves.

"I-I can't baby..." kura whined, hearing her start to sob.

no no, couldn't have your baby suffer now could you?

"you can do it, go kura, make me proud," you'd caress her legs sweetly, moving away from her center and kissing her trembling thighs.

"we.. I'm almost, d-done," she shakily said.

at that moment, you heard cheering explode from her headphones, sakura throwing them off and muting her mic.

her hands would fly to gripping one of your hands around her thighs and your hair, "y/n, please please please, god please it hurts so bad."

looking up at her pained and desperate expression, you smiled again, "don't worry, I'll give you your reward my good girl."

diving in greedily finally, thrusting your tongue into her hole, making the most graphic wet noises from your needy mouth and her leaking pussy. the girl above you uncontrollably moaning out your name, gripping your hand and hair tightly, it hurt.

it didn't matter to you as the juice on your tongue was so delicious, the whines filling your ears sounded like music, and the body you held was trembling with pleasure. you closed your eyes as you dug your wet muscle into her and brushed your nose against her clit.

"baby ahh! fuck fuck fuck, yes yes, please don't stop, please god, it feels sosososo good y/n, I beg you, your mouth is insane," sakura would ramble mindlessly.

you listened, being crazily pussy drunk, not being able to breathe but not caring, borderline deep throating her pussy with how deep you dug your face into her. being so horny yourself, grinding against the air and panting into her. your fingers gripped painfully against her thighs, forgetting your entire plan to treat her caringly.

not that sakura seemed to mind, her head was thrown back and mouth hung wide open, eyes rolled back and screaming out profanities with your name. her hand in your hair pushed you deeper into her, grinding her hips desperately against you.

you loosened your grip slightly to let her fuck your face. you wanted to see her lose control because of you badly, so you opened your eyes to look up at her, and you swear you could cum on the spot just by how sinful the sight was. you moaned deeply into her pussy, the vibrations making sakura go insane, her body started to thrash and jolt, humping your face even more.

you slurped hungrily at her, losing any thoughts of technique and simply eating her out how you needed to. after all, kura doesn't care and grinds against your face rabidly, everything feels too fucking good to think.

"CUMMING, CUMMING!" she'd scream out, grip on you tightening even more.

"cum for me," you try mumbling as much as you could, airways practically blocked with her pussy.

sakura's body convulses, shaking with a screaming orgasm, juices squirting from her and drenching your face, chest, and clothes. you almost drown at the contact, but drink all the arousal that escapes.

her body stops violently jolting, only jerking every now and then from the aftershocks of the mindblowing climax she just came from. you release your tight grip as she does also, caressing her thighs softly, and kissing all over her sensitive core and legs. poor baby is completely gone, dazed and exhausted. you pull away from her pussy but make your way up to her face, never fully ripping away from her.

cupping her face and looking at her spent figure. chest raising and falling, mouth open, drool leaking out, cheeks stained with tears, body limp, thighs marked red, neck littered with hickies, her eyes half-lidded, and mumbling.

"y/n-ie, I'm can't," you giggle at how fucked out she is.

the throbbing at your core hurts honestly, but you ignore it, carrying your baby girl off of the chair and onto her bed. your clothes were soaked with her juices, looking back at her desk and seeing remnants of it there too. you'd clean it later, what matters is taking care of your girlfriend now.

"you did so well baby, you can rest," you'd whisper comfortingly in her ear, kissing her lips softly.

"do you want me to get you water? I can run the bath for you?" you offer, rubbing your hands sweetly over her red thighs.

"no, need you here," she'd say, pulling you into a cuddle, passing out on the spot.

you smile and place a peck on sakura's forehead, "okay."

need her so bad...

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angiesmagicspace · 10 months

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Test drive

Pairing: Woo young x fem reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: car sex, oral (male receiving), he is obsessed with your boobs, fingering, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, cum play, slight possessives.

Summary: Wooyoung just got his driver's license, and he needs to make sure that the car he chose is perfect, so he tests it out with you.

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Nights like these are the ones that you cherish the most. Spending time with your friends, especially when everyone gathers to celebrate someone's success, fills you with joy and energy. Tonight, you are having dinner in a restaurant that one of them opened not too long ago. Everyone is in a good mood, drinking, talking about God knows what, and having fun overall. You are also enjoying yourself, of course, it would've been better if your boyfriend Woooyoung was here with you, but he had some important business to take care of. But he promised that he would come and pick you up with his new car, which excited you even more. He got his driver's license not so long ago, sadly there wasn't much time for you and him to drive around. Also, he refused to show you which car he bought for himself and that was getting on your nerves. You weren't a big car girl, but you wanted to at least see his brand-new and shiny car.

Around 11 pm the dinner ended, you said goodbye to your friends and called Wooyoung to see if he was close to the restaurant. He was taking too long to pick up, so you just went to the restaurant's entrance, and there he was. Standing in all of his glory in a suit, which was your favorite look on him. “I didn't know that taxi drivers are this sexy nowadays, I think I would start using taxis more,” you said, hugging him, leaving small kisses on his jawline. “Well not every driver is this sexy and best believe that none of them would let you kiss them or touch you like this,” he said, squeezing your ass softly, kissing your forehead lightly. You both laughed as he took your hand to lead you to his car. “So you will finally let me see the car that everyone saw before me” You nagged him a bit, but in all honesty, he deserved it for keeping something so little a secret. “Keep nagging and I will drive you to the closest bus station and leave you there.” he barked back, maybe a little annoyed, but that was his fault, not yours. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, so you couldn't even guess which one was his until he showed you. Suddenly, one of them lit up as someone opened it with the remote, it was a black chrome Mercedes. “This is your ride for tonight, my lovely lady.” he motioned to the car, as you stared at it in all its glory. “Oh my God, Wooyoung, it's so beautiful and so you, I'm so happy for you” You hugged him tightly, trying to show him how happy you were. “Come on, hop inside, so we can go home” he ushered you, opening the door for you. And there it was yet another beautiful surprise prepared by your loving boyfriend. “Wooyoung you are spoiling me too much, and I love you for it,” you said, taking the massive bouquet of roses from the seat. “Everything for my passenger princess,” he said, kissing your cheek.

You both went inside, but he didn't start it yet. You didn't question it too much until you noticed him staring you up and down. “Baby, you look so good in that dress, and home seems too far away considering the state I'm in right now” You gave him a puzzled look, not understanding what is he hinting at. “I'm so distracted by you, you are so distracting in that dress.” he rubbed your thighs, and that's when it hit you. “I just think about how good you look underneath that dress, and how amazing it would be if that dress was on the floor.” every word that left his mouth went right into your pussy. You were dripping at this point, and he didn't touch you properly. “Before we leave, I just want to touch you a bit.” he continued to rub your thigh, squeezing it here and there, grazing his fingers near your pussy, keeping you on your toes. “And this dress on you, oh baby, you are showing just enough to get me going.” you knew that he would like this dress in particular, especially since he bought you the same model in every color possible. “No need to worry we are parked, it's dark outside, and the windows are tinted, even if someone walked by I think you would like that wouldn't you,” he smirked. Probably sensing that you were a bit nervous since you were in public. “Let me kiss your neck a little bit,” he moved your hair behind your ear, slowly leaving tiny wet kisses on your neck. Sucking on your sweet spot, probably leaving yet another hickey for you to try to cover up tomorrow morning. Slowly he went up with his kisses until he reached your lips. You parted your lips, letting his tongue fight with yours. Suddenly you felt his hands move up from your thighs up to your tits, passionately massaging them, squeezing your nipples in between his fingers. “Oh God, your tits feel amazing through your dress, they are just the perfect size for my hands,” he whispered in between the kisses, letting you catch your breath but also wanting to hear your tiny moans. Ever since your first time together, he figured that your tits were your sensitive spot, and he made sure to give them attention every time you two had sex. He pulled down the straps of your dress, revealing your boobs in all of their glory. “Oh, someone decided to be naughty tonight and not wear a bra,” he squeezed your boobs together, peppering tiny kisses on them. “Were you trying to show everyone what's mine to see…kiss….suck,” he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it, while he squeezed the other boob. Soft moans and whimpers left your mouth, this was too much, and your whole body was on fire. “Tell me princess do I not give you enough attention, so you need to show off to other men,” his focus was still on your boos, but he was dominating as always. Every word sent a shiver down your spine, it felt like you couldn't breathe from the sheer pleasure he was giving you. “No Woo,” every word came out of you as a whimper, “this is all for you, I'm all yours forever.” You knew that that was exactly what he wanted to hear, he kept sucking on your breasts even harder than before, kissing them, giving them all the attention they needed. His hands slowly wandered down your body, grabbing your hips, and giving them a light squeeze. “I need to feel how wet you are, princess. Can I?” he looked up at you, waiting for confirmation, and you just nodded, already too far gone to give any other response. His fingers touch you through your underwear, giving you the minimal amount of pleasure that you desperately craved. “Baby, you soaked your panties, it almost feels like I'm touching your bear pussy.” he comments, amazed by how turned on he got you. “Let's get in the backseat, we require more room for what comes next.” you shimmied yourself onto the backseat with Wooyoung right behind you.

You sat in between two seats and Wooyoung sat right beside you, grabbing you by the hair, so he could get better access to your lips. He started kissing you again while his fingers stroked over your clothed pussy. A satisfied hum left his lips as he felt how wet you are. He kept massaging your pussy, giving your clit special attention. “Oh honey, you are so wet. It makes me want to taste you right now.” all that dirty talk of his made your mind fuzzier than it already was. He pushed your panties to the side, gently rubbing your pussy up and down, spreading your wetness around. “Gosh, your pussy feels heavenly. If I could, I would spend every hour of every day between your beautiful legs.” he slowly pushed his finger inside of you, finally giving you some relief. The tip of his finger put pressure on your G-spot, which made you throw your head back and moan as loudly as humanly possible. He kept pushing his finger in and out of you, fastening his pace by the second. But to your disappointment that didn't last too long, as soon as he felt you clenching around his finger he pulled out. You pouted looking at him, practically begging him to give you the orgasm you desperately needed. “Aww, poor baby. You really thought you would cum after going out flaunting around what's mine.” he had his evil smirk on and that made you even more desperate. Every time he put on that devilish smirk, it meant that you are in for a long night. “Pull out my cock and show me what that mouth is good for.” you pulled down his pants, taking his massive dick out, giving it tiny kisses while you stroked it up and down. Soft whimpers left his mouth as you brought your lips up to his cock head. You gave the head a few kitten licks, staring up at Wooyoung before you took all of him inside your mouth. “Oh baby, your mouth feels amazing, taking all of me inside that tiny mouth.” he threw his head back, stroking your hair. Bobbing your head up and down, you made sure to take all of him every time. You felt him twitch inside your mouth, but you didn't stop, it wasn't for you to decide when to stop anyway. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you off of his dick. “Kiss me.” he whimpered, which sounded more like begging, but you knew that it was you who begged, not him. You started making out again, and while you were focused on the kiss, he was focused on moving in front of you. Kneeling in front of you, he tapped the tip of his cock on your clit, making your body twitch. He slowly pushed his tip inside of you, feeling your tight walls around him. He slowly builds up his pace, as you start moaning inside his mouth. Lowering his hips a bit, he repositioned himself, so the tip of his dick would brush on your G-spot every time he thrust in. You pulled away from his mouth, chanting his name because you couldn't get any real words out. “Yes baby, shout my name, show everyone that you are mine.” his hands gripped your waist even tighter, so he could thrust even deeper and faster. His mouth found its way down to your nipples, sucking and biting them. All this pleasure made you extremely sensitive, and your pussy started squeezing Wooyoung even harder. You couldn't hold it for much longer, and he knew that. “I'm close too baby, just keep it in for a bit longer.” his pace became brutal, chasing his orgasm that wasn't far away. Soon enough, you felt him twitch between your tight walls. “Come on baby, cum with me.” ha panted, cumming inside you while you also came, squeezing him, milking his cum like it's your last. He lay on top of you, pushing his head in the crook of your neck, trying to calm down his breathing same as you. “Oh, honey, that was amazing.” he pulled out of you gently, so he wouldn't hurt you. He stared at your pussy as his cum started spilling out, but before he could get hard again, he pulled your panties up. “Keep everything inside, I need you ready for another round when we get home.”

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wonyourdreams · 21 days

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may I ask for a florist!wooyoung x m!reader, the plot is up to you as long as there's flirting and fluff :)

9:15

Wooyoung x Male reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, crack(?)

Warnings: Toothache

Wooyoung hums as he arranges the flowers outside the shop "Woo I have to run some errands please watch the shop for me" you say as you try to check if you have everything you need in your bag

"You got nothing to worry about boss" Woo replies with a wide smile

"Do you want anything? Food? Coffee? My treat just tell me" You asked while looking at him wiping his hands with his small towel

"How 'bout a kiss before you go" He said with no emotion shown on his face, you blink a few times trying to figure out if he's being serious or just another of his awkward jokes

"I'm serious" you said raising a brow

"So am I" he replies still with a poker face

"I'm just gonna go" you said awkwardly pointing at your car

"If that offer of coffee is still up, yes i want one, i'd appreciate it" he shouts as you walk down to your car smiling at his response

Wooyoung was a florist at your shop, you found him at a dumpster all beaten up and filled with bruises, he was a former gang member

You were about to leave him but he woke up and asked for your help, you didn't want to but you knew your conscience wouldn't let you sleep if you just left a person asking for help

You remember him begging you to give him a job and help him start fresh, which at first you were hesitant but you did anyway

You laughed remembering how he promised to stop smoking if you did help him.

As you were out running errands, Wooyoung back at the shop was doing tasks, cleaning the shop, arranging flowers, and receiving the deliveries

"Hyung your so cute" he talks to the daisies in front of him

He loved taking care of the flowers but he took extra care of the daisies, as he knew they were your favorite

After two hours of errands you finally arrived

"Let me help you with those hyung" Woo said as he helped take out some paper bags out of your car

"Thanks Woo" you said "Here's your coffee" you gave him the cup you ordered

"Awe hyung you do care about me" he joked

"Shut up" you said, as you followed him inside

"But seriously hyung" You look at him waiting for him to say something "Thank you" he said as he holds both your hands

Your heart starts beating faster, shoot here we go again, you thought

"I took all the courage I could to tell you" He let go of your hands and went behind the counter to bring out a bouquet of daisies "I really like you hyung" he hands you the flowers

"Oh Woo—", he interrupted you, "No, I know, I'm not asking you out, for the past year I've been living in your house and working for you, I just really want you to know, I like you, you helped me change for the better and made me want to be more than just a gangster" He said

He pulls out a paper out of his apron and handed it to you, "Hyung I got into a University, I'm going to college" He smiled

"You don't need to worry about money I got a scholarship, as for the flower shop, I'm here still just there's a few hours a day I have to be in school" he said "As for the money for supplies and food, I got it covered, I've been saving up from the past year working here"

You cried, not out of sadness, not out of pity, but of joy, you have seen Wooyoung grow from a gang member who often bickered with customers to a ray of sunshine who likes to joke around with customers

"Hyung are you okay?" He said concerned as he saw you covering your mouth and started to cry

You jumped at him to hug him "I'm proud of you, always" you said burying your face to his shoulder

Wooyoung smiled, "I'm 24, but like you said, I don't need to be anxious of my age cause either way I'm just living my life, I want to be better hyung, as soon as I graduate I'll open up more businesses like yours and help you here in the shop, and then I'll ask you out" he said chuckling

You laughed at his antics "Then I guess I'll wait for you" you smiled at him fondly and caressed his cheeks

He smiles back at you, "Then I'll make sure I'm worth the wait"

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A/n: Another long overdue, I tried to go to an angsty direction but I just finished my exams (fck nursing school) So tell me if this was boring

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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can u make a little drabble about fem reader x ellie in which the reader is inexperienced and they heavily make out for the first time i need this 😩

i can … i can do tht ….. this is a prequel to this fic i wrote :)

barnyard beauty — slow burn prequel

🎀 ellie + reader freshly in relationship together, a little smutty but not too much, ellie being cocky AGAIN

you were giggling so much it was starting to feel a little pathetic. ellie just drew that kind of reaction out of you every time, even though she was finally all yours you couldn’t help but feel like you were still harbouring a demure school girl crush on her. she was always flirty with you, but now even in a relationship she would still act like she was trying to win you over. she’d open doors for you, kiss your knuckles when she’d greet you, go out of her way to hunt for gifts you’d like. you were being totally wooed, and you didn’t feel like she was going to be stopping anytime soon.

“els stop you’re making my tummy hurt.” you laughed, clutching your side as the two of you sat on the floor of the barn. it was night time, and everyone was at movie night — so the two of you had snuck in to chill and hang out away from all the noise. the two of you had been in a relationship for three weeks now, so the pair of you were even more joint at the hip than usual.

“what? no, okay — it’s a serious question. say i turned into a horse right now. right this second— okay—” she cut her hypothetical question off by joining in with your laughter, hand grabbing yours when you thoughtlessly swatted at her. “what would you do? like i just become a horse. you blink and i’m just standing there as a horse. realistically what would you do?” she chuckles, urging you to answer through your breathless chortles.

“why would you ask that? in what world is that possible?” you clutch your stomach.

“just— fuckin’— hypothetically, okay?” ellie was always asking the silliest hypothetical questions, and you always put it down to her hilariously inquisitive personality. truthfully, she asked them because she knew it always made you laugh and god she loved your laugh — she also found that your answers were strangely insightful.

“i don’t know — i guess, i’d have to tell joel i mean — he’d be wondering where you went. and then i suppose i’d tell jesse and dina, ‘cos i think jesse especially would get a kick out of it.” you chuckled, staring off pensively across the barn at the other horses lined up minding their business. she stared at your side profile, her laugh dying down into a soft smile as she watched you contemplate. “aaand, yeah. i guess i’d just have to adapt. couldn’t date you anymore, cos that would be weird but… i’d take care of you… and ride you.” you shrugged innocently, breaking ellie out of her loving gaze to snicker at the last part.

you turn your head to look at her, her face closer than you remember it being. “what?” you smile in anticipation for whatever hilarious comment ellie was about to make. she was smirking, clearly proud of whatever it was about to come out her mouth.

“oh you’re gonna ride me?” she teased, poking your waist. you wasn’t quite sure what that would entail but you knew it was sexually charged, forgetting that sometimes words have a double entendre attached. you felt your face get hot, scrunching your nose.

“whats wrong with that?” you ask innocently, hoping she’d maybe explain what it meant. you didn’t quite know why you wanted to know so badly, a warm molten feeling dripping down into your stomach at the prospect of being sexual with ellie. she stretched her arm around you with a laugh, smoothing her hand over the back of your head kindly.

“nothing. you’re cute.” her eyes were on your lips now. you smiled, setting aside your curiosity as the thought of kissing her now clouded your brain. as if she could read your thoughts, ellie leant forward, pressing a kiss to your lips, hand sliding around to cup your jaw. it was a simple act, but it was the small acts of dominance that always got you. you allowed her to deepen the kiss, beginning to explore your mouth with her tongue as you shared breath. with your limited experience, something about it just felt so erotic and you sighed against her mouth — body alight with pleasure.

you couldn’t tell if it were you or her that quickened the pace, the kiss getting more and more desperate like you couldn’t get enough of eachother. she recalls that you were so sweet in the moment, kissing her just how she liked— having taught you how to kiss after all. one hand came down to stroke your hip with her thumb, the small act making you whimper ever so quietly into her mouth.

you didn’t quite know what you wanted, but you knew you wanted more. everything about you felt dialled up to ten suddenly. the air was too hot, your nipples beneath your shirt were too sensitive everytime her hand would ‘accidentally’ brush against them, your core felt tight and achey. you were sensitive to touch everywhere, and you became aware of how itchy and uncomfortable the hay you were sat on was against the backs of your thighs and ass. why had you decided to wear a skirt again?

ellie, who’s hand was now stroking the soft supple skin of your thigh, sensed your discomfort with the hay from your shuffling. the two of you were meant to be sat on her jacket that she’d laid down to share but with your fidgeting it must have been pulled slightly from beneath you. almost frantically, to fix the problem ellie pull you by your thigh trying to move you closer to sit on her jacket, all whilst shuffling backwards herself to make space for you. at the sudden movement, and ellie not quite realising her strength she tugged you and she toppled back onto a lower hay bale, you landing directly on top of her with an ‘oof!’

the two of you looked at eachother for a moment, ellie on her back with you laying directly on top of her— one leg cocked up, your skirt totally flipped up, exposing you from the back, before you burst into a fit of giggles.

“what just happened?” you clutched her gleefully.

“i don’t even know.” she chuckled, again the laughs dying out when she pulled you back in to kiss her again. her hands were on your waist now, not making any kind of move to push you off her body. you could barely ignore the feeling of her jean clad thigh pressed between your legs and you trembled against her, wonder how it would feel if she moved it. ellie’s hand slid up the back of your bare thigh towards your ass, just encouraging you to move your hips when—

“you girls in here or— oh.” maria’s voice sounded from the barn door, probably getting a view directly up your skirt as you laid on a handsy ellie. you fumbled, rolling off her clumsily with a gasp, face feeling so hot you could cook an egg on it. ellie sat up after you, unsurprisingly very little sign of embarrassment on her face, stifling a laugh at the awkward situation. the two of you looked disheveled, straws of hay sticking out your hair.

“uh—” maria coughed awkwardly, averting her eyes and she wiped her hands on her jeans. “ellie, joels looking for you. said’e wanted to go over something regarding the supply hunt. he’s round the corner.” she recited, sending you a polite nod before heading out the barn. ellie’s smirk revisit her face once more as she turned to look at you, your hands covering your hot face.

“m’gonna die. she totally just saw that. and my skirt was practically bunched up around my waist.” you whined, taking your hands off your face to stare up at ellie as she laughed, standing up and dusting herself down.

“can’t imagine anyone complaining about that view.” she teased, holding her hand out for you to grab. you took it and she pulled you up, stumbling into her slightly at her strength (and perhaps just your own weakness.) making her slightly raise an eyebrow. “are you… okay?” the smile was not only evident in her face but in her voice too, as if she was holding back a laugh.

“yeah! m’fine. just… a shame it got cut short.” you looked away from her. she eyed you, stepping closer to you when you stepped back to give her space. your wide eyes flickered up to hers, thinking she might kiss you again. instead, she reached up, pulling a straw of hay out of your hair, before reaching down without breaking eye contact and untucking your skirt that was tucked into your waistband, humiliatingly so without your knowledge. “there ya go. good as new.” she stepped back, holding out her hand for you to take. she knew what she was doing. “lets go.”

you took her hand dumbly, your body undergoing a million overwhelming emotions a second as you let her lead you out the barn.

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 31 - Dry Humping

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Dry humping.

Word Count: 1594

Summary: Sometimes a tired Woo is a needy Woo and you’re more than happy to help him in anyway he needs, even if it means you don’t have to do anything at all.

Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee

“Hi baby, how was work?” You call out from the kitchen at the sound of the front door closing. You didn’t get a response back, your ears only met with the light sound of shoes being kicked off and small shuffles of feet on carpet. Curiosity getting the best of you, you peep your head around the door looking into the living room to see an exhausted Wooyoung flopped face first on the couch, an arm and leg dangling off the edge. Keeping quiet you slip back into the kitchen to quickly fix him up a coffee in hopes it brings a bit more life back to him.

“Hey there sleepy head.” You whisper walking up to him, mug in hand.

“I made you some coffee you look like you need it.” Wooyoung opened one eye to give you an offended look before sitting up.

“I look that bad huh?” He chuckles sitting up and taking the mug from you.

“No it’s not that, just you’re not usually quiet like this.” He smiles lightly before taking a sip of his coffee, letting out a low “Ahh.” at the taste before going back for another sip. While Wooyoung is busy drinking his coffee you take that time to gather a few blankets together, bringing them back ready for the both of you to cuddle up with a movie.

His eyes widen with a little sparkle as he sees the blankets in your arms knowing what was in store for the night and he really couldn’t wait to just relax with you in his arms.

“What do you want to watch?” You ask throwing the blankets onto the couch and finding the remote.

“You pick, I’m good with whatever.” He says shooting you his signature smile as he wriggles his way under the blankets leaving a gap for you to crawl into. You quickly throw on the first Rom-com that came to mind and slid yourself under the blanket next to Wooyoung who quickly wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, tangling his legs with yours in the process.

“You could have waited for me to fully sit down first.” You giggle.

“Nope, cuddles now please.” Wooyoung says quickly, words becoming muffled as he buries his face in the crook of your neck making you laugh even more.

You half expected Wooyoung to do his usual running commentary throughout the movie, it surprisingly never annoyed you, his commentary was hilarious especially if it was a movie like the one you had on, but today he didn’t do it. You weren’t complaining about the silence from him, sometimes it was nice when he finally shut up, you just guessed he was that tired from work he’d probably nodded off already. You wanted to turn your head to see if he was awake but at the same time you didn’t want the slightest movement to wake him if he was asleep, so you opted to stay as you were, focusing on his chest rising and falling steadily against your back.

You were only halfway through the movie when Wooyoung caught your attention once again. He didn’t say anything to draw your attention to him but the small way he started to fidget and the way his breathing seemed to have become uneven made you wonder what he was doing.

“Hey baby, you okay?” You ask trying to turn your head to face him but his own head in the crook of your neck stopped you doing so. He simply nodded against you in reply humming a little instead of using words. You didn’t think much of it and let him settle back down, but then you realised what he was doing, or more likely what he was trying to do. You could feel his hips lightly grind against your ass, his pace so slow you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t already focused on how he was acting. You could feel how he was trying to keep his breathing under control, the way he tried to mask his laboured breaths made what he was doing all the more obvious to you.

You didn’t want to bring attention to what was going on, you knew he was tired but needed some form of release and the exhausted state he was in you knew normal sex was off the cards for the night so you left him to do what he needed to do in order to relax. Wooyoung’s grip on your shirt tightened as he tried to press himself against you more but still leave you unaware, he wanted to make a noise, any noise but bit down on his lip to hold it all back.

You never would have thought something like this would be so hot, if someone had told you this sort of thing had been done to them you’d have looked at them with a grimace on your face but now that Wooyoung was doing it you changed your mind, his short breaths fanning your neck made you smile to yourself as you tried to continue feigning innocence. Moving slowly so not to startle Wooyoung, you rest your hand on top of his, tracing small circles around his knuckles. While you seemed calm and relaxed Wooyoung was the complete opposite, he was so hard it hurt and the slow movements he had to make to try and get off just wasn’t doing it for him. His whole body was tense against you and you could feel the heat radiating from him, you didn’t want him to suffer anymore.

“It’s okay baby.” You say lightly, running your thumb over his hand. Wooyoung freezes the moment you speak up.

“W...What?” The strain in his voice clear as he tried to sound normal.

“It’s okay baby, do what you need to do I’m okay with it.” You smile finally being able to turn your head to look at him, his cheeks flushed and small beads of sweat starting to form on his brow all while he looked at you wide eyed at the realisation he’d been caught.

“I’m sorry.” He squeaked out feeling humiliated and dirty for what he’d been doing. With a small kiss to his nose you give a comforting smile.

“It’s okay, do what you need to.” Your tone made it clear to him you weren’t judging him and you weren’t disgusted and it made his heart flutter a little over how understanding you are.

Hugging you quickly with a tight grasp he hurries out a thank you before placing his hands on your hips holding you right where he needed you. His need came out in full force as he moved his clothed crotch over your ass, small whines escaping him as he basked in the sensation the friction was giving him, heavy breathing fanning over the back of your neck as he buried his face in your hair. You decide to give a little helping hand, pushing your ass against his crotch even more earning you a shaky moan from him as his pace picks up desperately needing to reach his high.

“F...Fuck.” Wooyoung breathes out shakily, his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he ruts against you. Peering down for a moment he could see the small stain that had formed on his sweatpants from the precum that was leaking from him knowing full well it was about to get a lot bigger.

Reaching behind you, you ran your fingers through Wooyoung’s hair, shivers running along his spine and cock twitching from your sudden touch made his climax hurtle closer. A string of whines and pants filled the living room, the movie you were watching was long forgotten by both of you. You could tell Wooyoung was getting close, his hips slowing down ever so slightly and stuttering with each thrust as his breathing gets heavier and his moans grow higher in pitch. You lean your head back to place a gentle kiss on his temple before whispering to him.

“It’s okay baby, cum for me, let go baby.” Wooyoung never realised just how much of an effect your words had on him, there was no sultry tone to your voice, just your normal soft way of speaking but the dirty words that spilled from your lips to him made him fall from the edge. A long low groan leaving his throat as he held your hips firmly against his now still ones, holding you so tightly against him you could feel his cock pulsate as he came.

You let Wooyoung calm down for a moment before making any sort of movement despite you desperately wanting to warp your arms around him. You couldn’t help the small smile that covered your face when you felt Wooyoung press small kisses to your neck as his fingers traced small shapes over your hip.

“Woo, what are you doing?” You giggle turning to look at his flushed face.

“I’m going to make it up to you, it’s not fair I got to cum and you didn’t.” Your smile widens over how sweet he is but you knew to hold yourself back for tonight.

“No baby, it’s okay, you’re exhausted and so am I, you just needed that release so don’t worry about me baby.” Wooyoung pouted lightly at your response feeling a little bad about leaving you out but he couldn’t deny that you were right, he was struggling to keep his eyes open as it was.

“Okay baby, but I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” He says kissing your neck once again.

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KBASW Chapter: 1 The Nightmares of Reality

“Well I guess that’s the last of it!" jeered Gus.

*Bang

He plopped the last of the piece of lumber. Putting it with the rest of the menagerie of materials they gathered. Everyone in Cappy Town was scrambling around, pulling from the charred remains of their homes… Trying to salvage whatever they could find.

After the Destroya attack, the whole town was left incinerated. What was left of their little village was a burnt, empty hollow husk of what it once was. Buildings and houses were charred, roads were uprooted, and the giant oak tree that once stood proudly in the middle of the square was gone.

It's been a week since then...

But despite that, all the townsfolk were in good spirits, still pumped up on their success. Those who were there regaled their peers with the details of their journey. Extremely proud of their success… How they “went to the heart of NME’S lair and destroyed the place, they were heroes!”

~Even though technically a good portion of them didn’t do anything but hey, it was still “a win” ...

But more importantly, hearing this gave the other cappies a can-do attitude. It was that type of infectious attitude that made them believe “we can do anything”, giving them the willingness to work. Even the kids were helping out, especially Kirby.

The pink puffball was in the middle of helping Kawasaki yank out his old pan. It was buried under the roof; it jammed in a small pocket of debris. Luckily he was small enough to wiggle his way in through. Kawasaki anxiously waited, praying it wasn’t still usable.

*Pop*

Kirby emerged triumphantly out of the rubble. He waddled over with his pan; it was still in one piece.

“Thanks, Kirby,” he said as he happily hugged his beloved frying pan. “I’ll make sure you're the first person to eat at my restaurant once it reopens!”

"Poyo, poyo!" he cheered. Excited at the prospect of eating there again.

"Hey, can someone help me out?", Gengu asked. "My old sign is stuck!"

Before leaving, the chef thanked Kirby once again then,... Zoom, he was off on to help the next person. The whole incident really brought the town together. It was a chaotic but lively scene.

And at the center of all this chaos was Fumu. She was busy directing townsfolk around where to put everything. Looking and checking the quality of their findings.

“Alright, everyone, let's get organized!” Fumu called out. Quickly she whipped out a pen and clipboard and started to write. She carefully counted: jointing down all the things they had managed to save amongst the wreckage.

~GAAHH

Soon her brother made his way toward the town square with two fists full of trash bags. Brugglingly dragging them across...Unlike the rest of the town, he was in a foul mood. Before he even had the chance to set them down.

“Bun, trash doesn’t go there-”

“Aw, come on!” Bun whined, "Everything looks like trash right now!” Gesturing arms to the state of the town. Then he angrily yanked his two trash bags together and propped himself up beside them. Making a scene in the middle of town.

Everyone paused for a moment to watch the spectacle. "We've been working all day." he continued. "Can't we take it easy... my whole body's starting to feel sore!?"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly started to recall their aches and bruises too. They had indeed been working all day. And soon, work on the town halted all at once.

"Now that you mentioned it, my back starting to feel sore," Professor Curio called out. He started stretching and then.

*CRACK

"Ahh, my back" Curio sunk down to the ground. "I'm too sore to go on."

"Oh, me too...," Mabel said as she looked down at them. "At this rate, my calluses will have calluses." She dropped to the ground and leaned up against the remains of the old oak tree. "Perhaps we should all take a break."

"Mabel's got the right idea: we've earned it." Samo agreed. He made his way to sit beside her, with Mabel happily making room for him. The lively bartender was holding a big wooden crate under his arm.

He sat down and opened up the top. "I have some drinks I managed to find if anyone interested." It was filled with a colorful array of cold sodas and drinks. They shined beautifully under the boiling sun, like a trove of treasure. Making them look irresistible to any weary Cappy.

"I have some instants from the grocery store... might as well eat'em!" Tuggle soon joined in. He came carrying two boxes of food. They were filled with convenience store lunches and instant meals.

Soon all the townfolk dropped their things and took up Samo and Tuggle's offer. Lining up to get their free food and drink. Some of the other cappies started to take out snacks and share them with each other. They all began to walk away from the construction site and into the open field to enjoy their lunch.

It soon became a lively town picnic, much to Fumu's dismay.

"Wait a minute... we were making such good progress..." the young girl explained as she pointed at her clipboard. "We're almost done! We can start rebuilding soon-"

Mayor Len walked up beside her. "Fumu, I really appreciate your work ethic, but..." He gestured to the townsfolk. Everyone was comfortably relaxing and talking amongst themselves. Laying on the grass, taking in the sun... They were all dead set on taking a break. "I'd hate to be the one to put a damper on this!"

"He's right, dear!" his wife, Hana, chimed in.

She was all smiles carrying two bags of food and drink for her family. "Maybe, it's a sign we should call it a day: after all, it'd be a shame to waste such lovely weather." She leaned on her husband's shoulder. "Besides, we have all the time in the world."

"You know what, my darling... you make an excellent point!" he happily agreed with her. Taking his wife by the arm, he turned to the Fumu. "My child, lighten up; there's no more of this monster nonsense: problems solved, everything is fine now."

"Yeah, right... everything's fine." Fumu watched as the mayor was led away by his wife. She stared at them, laughing and chatting away: as if nothing was wrong. She soon became lost in thought, his words ringing in her ear.

~Everything's fine he says but why don't I feel fine-

“ Yeah, lighten up, sis!" Bun joined her once again. He came over with two sandwiches and soda pops. He offered her one of the drinks. "Don't be a killjoy for once here, have some-?”

*Smack

Swiftly she slapped the can out of his hand. "Oh, you just had to complain, didn't you?!" she scolded her brother. "Now they've stopped working!" She recoiled instantly after realizing what she had done.

Her brother wasn't having any of it, he snapped back. "Hey, what's your problem-."

"I DON'T KNOW!"

That caught him off guard... a silence settled between them. Her body seemed lifeless after that, but he could see her shaking. It was as if she was trying to shrink herself smaller and a sight: he had never seen before...

His strong-headed, hot-tempered, fearless older sister; was-...actually, he didn't know what she was at that moment.

“Hey sis... are you ok-“

“You guys gotta get back to the castle!” two small squeaky voices cried out.

Lololo and Lalala had suddenly appeared: the twins zooming towards the siblings with great speed. Both looked panicked and out of breath.

"Woah, Lololo Lalala; what's the rush?"

"JUST HURRY; WE'LL EXPLAIN ON THE WAY!" Lalala was in a panic. Immediately pushing them to run. Causing both brother and sister to forget something very important... and they weren't the only ones.

"Hey, where's Kirby?" Buttercup (Cheif Bookem's wife) asked.

Everyone was about to finish their meals when they realized the little pink puffball was nowhere to be seen. Which was an oddity of init of itself; Kirby was always where food was. The first one to nap and take a break... But the little orb was nowhere to be seen.

*Thunk *Thunk *Thunk

There was a loud hammering in the distance.

" I know that sound, Gengu said, "that's my hammer..."

Everyone followed the sound of the banging... It was only a hammer, but for some reason, there was something ominous about it. As if it was a prelude to something terrible.

The sight that awaited them was something they didn't expect. All the garbage and debris they left to clean was gone. Charred remnants of the town that still needed to be swept vanished. It was spotless...

The town was ready for reconstruction!?

What had happened was while everyone was away, Kirby continued to work. Cleaning up everyone's mess. Inhaling all the garbage and gathering up all the lumber by himself.

And at the center, Kirby was banging on the wooden log: a pitiful attempt to rebuild a house. Mayor Len was the first one to approach Kirby. "You didn't hear me call for a break: you can stop now-"

*Thunk *Thunk*Thunk

Despite his words, Kirby pressed on; as if he were in a trance. More people arrived at the scene, even more concerned now. Calling out to him: telling him "he could stop now."

*Thunk *Thunk*Thunk

But the little pink puffball would not budge: as if he were on autopilot. Hammering away, creating an unsettling requiem with it... Tuning them out.

*Thunk *Thunk *PING-

It was: Kawasaki; he halted Kirby's hammer with his frying pan own. The vibration of the metal finally made him stop; he turned to him and asked. "Kirby, what's wrong... why are ya still hammering away?"

The child slowly tilted his head to Kawasaki, meeting his eyes.

He finally got a glimpse of Kirby's face; he saw it. A dullness had come over Kirby's eyes. Dimming the brilliant blue of his eyes, the sparkle they once adorned it. The life of them was gone. A sight that made Kawaski quiver.

The small child looked away, lowering his head. And in a soft coo, he answered... "Po-yo...my fault-"

~Huh!? They were flabbergasted at his answer. And then, in response, Kirby gestured his little arms to the wreckage of the town... Tracing it back to what he was doing.

"What ?!" The Chief spoke out, "Who told you that-"

~Uh oh, they were the ones.

They were ready and willing to kick him out before Meta Knight came to the rescue with the Halberg. And here they were, treating him normally... pretending that little incident never happened.

But he remembered... Kirby remembered.

Everyone in the square gave each other that look -"OH MY GOD, how could we have forgotten that..."

"Kirby, you don't have to do that" Gengu swiftly swiped the hammer away from him out of shame. "Besides, we didn't mean it." He patted the little puffball's head, awkwardly reassuring him.

"Oh yes, you did!?" a snarly voice said. " Ya'll were practically ready to get the pitchforks and run'em out of town!" The sound of the voice came from the sky.

It was Tokkori; he had just arrived at the scene. He landed at the top of an old lamp pole (the remains of it). He continued on. "And you would have if Metal Head didn't come to the rescue with that big old ship of his."

"Kirby, don't listen to him: we didn't mean that honest... none of us meant it!" Samo was quick to shame Tokkori's. "Tokkori, apologize to Kirby!"

"Apologize, HA!" Tokkori answered back with even more fire in his! "What about all the times ya treated him like he had half a brain cell... not like guys were wrong but... I have never seen you guys apologize for that."

"Half the time you guys get tricked or side with Dedede!" He shrugged his shoulders. "You guys flop sides faster than a fish... " Tokkori began to chuckle. "You never apologized for that either...But then again it's not surprising, given how little he matters to ya..."

"Hey yeah, no good bird!", Tuggled called out. "STUFF IT!" He hucked a water bottle in an attempt to shut him up. Soon the others joined to silence him and get him away before he said anything else.

Tokkori was mad, but he was determined to prove his point. He went to the center of the square and flew even higher; so they could all see him. At this point, he was beet red, with anger ready to unleash his rage...

“HYPOCRITES! YOU’RE ALL HYPOCRITES!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. "AS SOON A PROBLEM COMES ALONG, YA BLAME HIM! AND WHEN HE FIXES IT, YA FORGIVE AND FORGET! IF HE DIDN'T FIX THIS MESS, SURELY YOU WOULD'VE KICKED HIM OUT... YOU'RE ALL TOO JUST COWARDLY, TO TELL THE TRUTH!"

In a sorry attempt to disprove Tokkori's claim, the townspeople pushed Mayor Len to the center.

"You know what we were... we were, we were-." the mayor fumbled with his words. He was panicked; he looked towards the crowd hoping that someone could retort back.

"Tell..."

"Huh!?"

They all turned around in unison. Not prepared for what they were about to see. What stood before them was no longer the fearless hero they had known, but a sad hurt little boy...

The little child started to tremble with tears in his eye. He looked at the townspeople. In a small wavering voice, he uttered again, "Tell..." Taking a deep breath, he spoke again in a tone he had never used before, which shook the cappies, "TELL KABI!"

He wanted the truth: were they really going to throw him out? After everything they've been through. Would they do it again? He had to know... But none of them had an answer for him.

"What's wrong; cat got ya tongues," soon Tokkori wore a smug grin on his face. " Face the truth... A monster exterminator; that's all Junior is to you!"

"That's not true at all! " Mabel said in response. "We all love-"

"Kirby do this..., Kirby destroy this, Kirby suck up that, Kirby kill that, Kirby save us from that!" he mocked. "As long as he gets the job done, you don't give a hoot!"

He flew around the town square as if he was doing a victory lap. He enjoyed their seeing sad, shameful faces; as they all stood there in silence. But that wasn't good enough for him.

"Once he messes up again, you'll find another reason to kick him out: you'll see." He landed right on top of the mayor's hat; to take one final jab at all of them. " Or maybe not, since there's no more monster to fight... who needs him-"

*sniffle*sniffle

In all his narcissism, he didn't even think about Kirby.

"What I was just saying was the truth-" Then he saw it... The last hint of sparkle that once shone in Kirby's eyes vanished. And replaced with a haunted hallow shadow. And all that was left was an empty VOID...

For once in his life, Tokori he knew... he went too far.

"Kir- Kirby I..." Before he could even justify his actions, Kirby fleed the scene, disheartened. Pushing and shoving everyone out of the way, with tears in his eyes. Unable to face any of them.

Soon a mob formed around Tokkori.

“Tokkori, look what you’ve done now?” Mayor Len turned his gaze to him. Soon everyone turned their attention to the arrogant bird. All eyes were on him. As their stares became more intense… he became more anxious.

Gus grabbed him from the top of the mayor's head, "C'mere ya rotten canary ..." Squeezing the bird into his fist. "You've said enough!"

"HOLD IT, HOLD I-". He turned pale as a ghost. "I can fix this just, let me get him-AH!?"

"EVERYONE JUST STOP IT, WE'RE ALL TO BLAME!"

It was Kawasaki... Sheepishly, he made his way to the center of the mob. "Are we really going to get mad at Tokkori for spitting facts..." His head was hung low, and his chef's hat crumbled in his hands. "The only reason none of us could say anything earlier is because it was the truth... we're just as bad."

He turned to the chief and asked, "Chief Bookem if a kid were to steal something from the store, would you arrest him..."

"Wait, what?" the chief was caught off guard by the question. "Of course not!"

"Why is that?"

"Well because he's a kid, ugh-"

Finally, everyone was able to grasp the reality of the situation. The truth is no one had an excuse. Kirby was their hero, their protector, but... had all forgotten that he was a kid. They failed him.

The chief knew exactly what Kawaski was driving at... they all knew, "Dammint this whole time we've been trying an innocent kid as an adult this whole time..."

"I realized that when I saw his little face, saying it was his fault." Tears started to well up in his eyes. "Only a little kid does that..." Kawasaki started to clench his hat even tighter. "If I see Kirby again: I promise I'll do whatever I can do to make it up to him... and give him all the food he can eat."

"We all knew he was a kid, but.... we were all just- I don't know, what we were thinking!" the mayor added. "We were so hard on Kirby this whole time and-" He clenched his fists. "AND FOR WHAT!?."

Ms. Hana started to tear up as she imagined one of her own kids in that position. And then she started to cry "If Kirby never forgives us, I don't blame him..."

By then Gus had already loosed his grip, enough for Tokkori to fly away, but he didn't. Instead, he just stayed there, still haunted by the image of Kirby. He thought of all the times he recklessly ran his mouth to Kirby.

Kirby had never said anything in his defense... he was so used to seeing him unaffected by his words. Believing he could get away with saying anything to him. But this time...

"I broke Kirby..."

Meanwhile, Kirby was running as fast as his little feet could carry him. Off to Castle Dedede to find the only person who could give him a semblance of comfort at this moment...

Fumu.

As he got closer to the castle, the heaviness in his chest increased; it overwhelmed his fragile little body. Desperate to take in the air: he began to hyperventilate. As he remembered the events that lead to his showdown with Nightmare. Reevaluating his relationship with everyone.

Remembering all the times his intelligence was questioned, remembering how quick they were to fall for Dedede's scheme and turn against him, and remembering all the times they made him feel like an outsider even though he was their "hero."

Boundless questions began to fill his head. "When I mess up, will they hate me again...", "If can't fight monsters anymore, will they make me leave...", "What am I going to do if I can't fight anymore...", "What can I do to make them love me again..."

"What am I worth: if I can't do anything!"

His heart hurt so much it was just too painful to bare. His worthlessness seemed all too true when they were ready and willing to kick him out... but one person could prove this wrong.

Fumu.

He needed Fumu; Fumu always made him feel better. She'd love him no matter what... Tokkori was wrong, right? He just needed to hear her say that she loved him, and that would prove it.

He was in such a daze that he didn't realize how fast he ran to the castle... his head was spinning. His vision was blurred, making him out of sync with his steps. It gave him a chance to catch his breath, but the voices in his head were relentless.

"So it was always Meta Knight, he just dumped this job on me!"

Kirby knew that voice... it was Fumu. He bolted toward's the sound of her voice. Just hearing it snapped him back to his sense. It was as if his hope was restored.

He saw her; she was with Bun, Lololo ,& Lalala. As he ran ever closer, his heart became fuller. Even some of the light he had in his eyes returned...

Just one more turn around the corner and then she'll-

"I thought I was the only one who could call on the Warp Star... but he could've- it didn't have to be me", she shouted. " I HAD TO PUT UP THIS ALL NONSENSE... BECAUSE HE MADE IT SEEM LIKE I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD LOOK AFTER KIRBY !"

~What(Poyo?)

Hearing that, Kirby stopped dead in his tracks. He started to cower back into the corner, hiding himself. He watched in horror as he saw her cry in frustration.

"I ALWAYS HAD TO BE THE RESPONSIBLE ONE HERE..., I ALWAYS HAD TO BE THE SMART ONE, I ALWAYS HAD TO PLAY THE GROWN-UP, AND FOR WHAT?... EVEN META KNIGHT DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT, SO WHY SHOULD I?!

~please stop... (Poyo-yo-)

"I NEVER WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO LOOK AFTER KIRBY!"

~CRACK

At that moment, something inside him broke.

He thought she loved him and that he was special to her.

But the reality of the situation was... she didn't love him the way he thought she did.

This was a moment she'd come to regret. But a moment that would push Kirby even closer to his destiny... She was no longer the guardian of the warp star and never would be again.

#kirby #kirby anime #kirby right back at ya #kirby fanfic #kbasw #kirby becomes a star warrior #tiff (fumu)#tokkori #hoshi no kaabii #I've brokenthechild #cappies #at long last #bun kirby

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snwusberry · 1 year

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cry for love

pairing: yeonjun x reader x wooyoung

genre: angst, fluff (if you squint real hard)

warning(s): language, food/eating, alcohol consumption, intoxication, a lot of crying, toxicity (yeonjun is a lil toxic ngl), trust issues, cheating mentioned but no one actually did, a lot of tears. love square my dudes. pov changes (sorry). there are many errors. i will try and fix them as soon as possible.

wc: 7k

notes: this is by far my longest fanfic (i had to bust out my laptop for this one) and i'm not gonna lie, for someone with a short attention span, this was quite difficult to write but i wanted to step out of my comfort zone so here it is. i hope you all enjoy this one

playlist:

cry for love - baekhyun

movies - conan gray

the cut that always bleeds - conan gray

like i need you - keshi

i don't - sabrina claudio

bleeding love - leona lewis

reader pov

"this is the third time in a row now yeonjun. how many times is she gonna rock up at your apartment drunk?" i ask him, looking at the sleeping girl on the sofa. she’s a little too at peace for someone whos ruining my night right now.

"she comes here because she's most familiar with me. who else is supposed to help her?" yeonjun defends and i roll my eyes, not having any of it. this not the first time this is happening.

"her other friends. it's funny how she's got other friends, isn't it?" i sarcastically remark but he just returns a stern look.

"quiet down, you're gonna wake her up." i raise my eyebrows at the sheer audacity.

"have her sleep somewhere else then. i don’t know, call someone to pick her up and look after her. you're not doing none of that tonight." i tell him.

it's tiring how much this happens. she always does this. she comes up with something whenever she knows yeonjun and i will be together that day, like right now. she appeared drunk on yeonjun's doorstep on the day we decided to spend time together.

"please be serious right now."

"i am being serious. she's not spending the night here." i fight back, trying to stand my ground but i'm afraid i'm fighting a losing battle.

"this is my apartment y/n, not yours. i think that i should be the one to make that decision, no? stop bitching about it." he responds coldly with an unreadable expression on his face. there's a look in his eyes i've never seen before.

"okay then i'll leave."

his eyes soften upon hearing my tone of voice indicating that i am, in fact, upset.

"i didn't mean that." he tries to hold my hand to stop me from leaving but i pull away, getting my things to leave.

"then what the fuck did you mean?" i ask him turning to face him but he just stares, not saying anything. “you said what you said. call me when you drop this act of yours."

once the cool air outside the giant apartment building hits me, i let out a sigh, frustrated by all this. he really said that to me with a straight face and thinks he can just take it back all willy nilly? unbelievable.

i send a text to the person who's been helping me through this somewhat confusing moment in my relationship.

me:

are you busy?

i get a text back fairly quickly, i don't even need to read it to know he's not busy and judging by his patterns, he wouldn't have responded so quickly had he been occupied.

woo:

i make my way down the familiar road to one of my best friends' apartments. i've been here many times before but now i feel bad for even thinking about going there because i feel like as of late, i've just been there to complain.

"oh y/n. come in." he ushers me inside his warm apartment.

i make my way in and he walks me to the kitchen where i sit by the small island.

"let me guess, the name starts with m?" he asks, preparing some tea for both of us. i nod but the tears start to fall. i fucking hate when my anger turns to tears because it makes me feel weak. "that's not all, is it?" i shake my head and he walks around the island to pull me into a hug.

---

i sit on the sofa with a cup of tea in my hands. wooyoung sits next to me listening to everything i'm saying while i rant about what happened with yeonjun.

"that's messed up like how many times is she gonna show up drunk at his door?" wooyoung asks, outraged at the audacity of this girl.

"that's literally what i said to him. i told him she couldn't have gone to anyone else and you know what he said? he said 'she's most familiar with me. who else with her?' can you believe this guy?" i rhetorically ask, taking a sip from the cup. "and then i said to him that she's not spending the night and i kid you not, something in him just switched. he was like 'that's not your decision to make' but like, the way he said it... it was so unlike him. it's like i was talking to a whole different man."

"if this continues its gonna be a problem." wooyoung warns me cautiously.

"i know. i don't like where this is going."

---

i wake up, sitting up to look around, realizing i crashed at wooyoung's place. everything from last night coming back to me. i remember how yeonjun acted, that i cried and now i'm here.

"ahhh." i groan throwing myself back on the bed. how long is this going to go on for?

"rise and shine." wooyoung calls out a little too chipper. he enters the room and i glare at him. "what's with that face? come on i made you breakfast."

"you didn't have to."

"you say that all the time and yet here we are. come on grumpy." he says, pulling me out of bed.

"i'm not grumpy." i mumble with a pout.

"say again."

"nothing."

"thought so."

he makes me sit down at the kitchen table where the table is set with my favourite breakfast. i thank him, sitting down.

"don't be shy."

i smile at him, immediately digging in.

"slow down. the food isn’t running away." he warns and i apologize briefly.

my phone starts ringing and i check to see who it is but my smile falters and wooyoung looks at me worried.

"who is it?"

"yeonjun."

his face falls at my answer, as if a happy moment was ruined.

"answer."

i nod, answering his call but i take a moment before saying anything.

"babe?"

"hello."

"baby, please come over, or rather, i'm coming over-" his voice sounds hasty, his breathing choppy, as if he ran a marathon.

i look at wooyoung for a second with hesitance and he's just minding his own business but the look on his face shows he's upset.

"don't bother." i tell him bluntly. i'm still not over last night so let me be petty today.

"why? is everything alright?"

"i'm not home." wooyoung looks up and shakes his head making me sigh. "look, i'll be right there. just make sure your friend is not there once i arrive."

"come on y/n not this again."

"i'm serious yeonjun." i hang up before throwing my phone on the table. letting out a sigh in frustration because i don't want to go to him right now. he could at least let me enjoy my morning.

"go on." is all wooyoung says before standing up and clearing up the dishes to wash them. his mood has clearly drastically different now.

"wooyoung-"

"go talk to him. you can't leave these things unresolved like this. go talk to him and sort this mess out."

"but wooyoung."

"no, not another word. besides you can always come back once you're done." he suggests so i just agree.

"okay."

i walk out, calling an uber to yeonjun's apartment building, deciding not to walk there.

i make my way to the elevator where i see mara walking out. i try to avoid her, not wanting to even talk to her because it will just ruin my mood completely.

"oh? look who it is."

dammit.

i put on my fakest smile, turning to face her. "hi mara."

"going to yeonjun's?" she asks and i fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"no i'm here to see soobin. haven't seen him in a while." i respond sarcastically.

"soobin is in the states."

wow i had no idea.

"great then who else could i possibly be here for?" i ask her in the most real yet fake questioning tone.

"why don't you just give up already? no matter how hard you try, yeonjun will always pick me over you anyway." she smugly remarks and i roll my eyes.

"is that why you he asked you to leave for me to come see him at my request, might i add. i wouldn’t be proud to be a choice sweetie." the elevator door opens once again and i get in, waving at her as the doors close.

something inside me is restless though because deep down i have a feeling that she might be right. he's chosen her over me multiple times so i'm afraid she's right.

once i reach his floor, i walk to his door and knock, hearing shuffling before the door opens.

"you didn't have to knock you know. i'd know it's you." he says blankly and i roll my eyes.

"yeah well then i guess we both acting different."

"babe- wait, those are last nights clothes." he looks at me suspiciously and i raise my eyebrows.

"i'm aware."

"then where were you so early in the morning? you said you didn't go home last night?" he questions.

"why do you care?"

"because you're my girlfriend, of course i care, y/n be serious please." i scoff at his words. at this point, i feel like he thinks i’m a joke because he always says that to me.

"i am being serious. you haven't been treating me like i'm your girlfriend so i don't see what's wrong with my question."

"what are you even saying? and where did you go last night then?"

"oh now you're questioning me? you called me over to talk so tell me what you needed to so i can go."

his eyebrows furrow as he looks at me confused.

"i wanted to spend time with you since our date last night was ruined." he says softly.

"and who ruined it?"

"don't start. just please tell me where you wer-"

"wooyoung's place."

his face drops to an expressionless one and he just looks at me.

"why the long face now all of a sudden? what's wrong?"

"you get mad at me for having mara over but it’s okay for you to spend the night at wooyoung's place? how is that fair? besides, i only went there because of you."

"because of me?" he questions and i nod. "why? tell me."

"because he's the one who was able to give me comfort after the way you spoke to me. you chose to let mara crash our date for the nth time." he remains silent. "what now? much like you were there for mara, wooyoung did the same for me."

"was it to spite me?” he asks me and i scoff.

“not everything is about you jun.”

“i don't want you going near him anymore. if you have a problem you come to me." i scoff, rolling my eyes at what he just said what does he think this is?

he has to be joking. he is joking right?

"and if you are the problem?"

he looks at me confused with his head tilted trying to figure out what i meant.

"what do you even mean?"

"i mean that you, choi yeonjun, are the problem in this scenario." i tell him and try to walk out but he grabs my wrist.

"let go."

"not until we resolve this."

i sigh to myself knowing he's right. we need to actually talk about this or it will just get out of control.

"come sit down." he gently speaks walking with me to the living room.

"y/n please tell me what's wrong." he asks once we've sat down. we're facing each other while he holds both of my hands in his, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs.

"mara and how you are around her."

he let's one of my hands go to run his hand through his hair, an irritated expression making its way on his face.

"you always act different when she's around."

"why are you always bringing her into this?"

"she's getting in the middle of us." i tell him and he rolls his eyes.

"baby she's my best friend, that's all."

"and she likes you."

"don't talk shit."

he thinks i'm talking nonsense? it's clear as day that she has feelings for him and it frustrating that he can't see it but him talking to me like this? absolutely not.

"i'm telling the truth. tell me, how come she always has an emergency whenever we're together?"

"i don't know. look it's not right to blame someone else for this. do you not trust me?"

"of course i do! if i didn't trust you, i wouldn't have left the two of you alone together and i would’ve questioned you the way you just did when i walked in. i just want you to see what's really going on here."

"y/n." he reaches for my hand again to hold it. "whether she likes me or not, that shouldn't matter anyway. i love you and only you and that won't change."

"then why do you always choose to be with her instead?" i ask him and he tenses.

"what?"

"you always choose her. whenever it comes down to it, it's always gonna be her. she even said it herself in the lobby and i told her off but i knew deep down that she’s actually telling the truth."

"y/n."

"like last night, for example. she showed up and you stopped our plans to go help her even though there are many other people she could've ran to, then when i walked out, you did nothing."

"this is ridiculous."

"you are being ridiculous, yeonjun. you don't wanna see what's right in front of you."

"are you jealous of her or something? babe i tell you time and time again that she's just a friend!" he raised his voice at me and i pull my hands away from him.

"oh i'm jealous... that's what it is, right? i'm jealous because my boyfriend is making time for someone else. i’m jealous because my boyfriend let's me leave to spend the night with another girl. is that what you're saying?" i question, standing up, ready to leave.

"stop talking, you're making it seem like something it's not. besides you have no right getting upset since you spend all your time with wooyoung anyway."

"BECAUSE HE AT LEAST HAS TIME FOR ME! it's selfish, yes but he has time for me when you are too busy giving all of yours to someone else!"

"are you that hungry for attention that you're too busy looking for it elsewhere?"

"fuck you yeonjun." with that i walk out and go straight back to wooyoung's apartment.

---

there is a movie playing but it's just background noise at this point because my thoughts are running wild.

i found myself staying at wooyoung's apartment for the past 3 days since my argument with yeonjun.

he let me stay here and he's been nothing but accommodating and i feel like i'm taking advantage of his kindness which is the last thing i want to do.

"wooyoung."

"hmm?"

"thank you." is all i say and he sits up from his seat.

"for what?" he asks, not knowing where all of this is coming from.

"thank you." i repeat, feeling a burning sensation in my eyes.

"y/n." i look down and he moves to the loveseat i'm sitting on. he sees the tears forming on my eyes and immediately hugs me. "what did he say to you?"

i can't answer, the words are stuck in my throat and i couldn't answer him.

"it's okay. it'll be okay."

"i don't think it will." he stops patting my back for a second before continuing.

"don't be like this y/n. he’ll open his eyes eventually."

"i'm afraid it will be too late by then." i say sadly, more to myself than anything but i said it too loud because wooyoung heard.

he pulls away to take a brief look at me.

"what do you mean by that?"

"i'm reaching my limit here."

"don't make any hasty decisions."

"i'm not wooyoung. i love him, i really do, but if loving him is only going to get me feeling like this then it's really not worth it."

"y/n-"

"it's tiring." i tell him letting more tears fall at the thought of possibly ending my relationship with yeonjun.

"whatever you choose to do, i'll be right by your side." he softly tells me with eyes filled with sorrow as he watches me cry. "and if he doesn't appreciate you someone else definitely will. you're a sweet girl who deserves only the best and it kills me to see that that's not what you're getting."

he makes me look in his eyes and mouths something that i couldn't quite catch what he said. he wipes away my tears with this tumbs, all while keeping eye contact with me.

"someone will treat you better y/n." he whispers, letting out a sigh before looking away. "come on, let's do something that'll get your mind off him." he suggests. i don't know what he means by that.

"sure."

"alright, follow me." he takes my hand and takes me to his room, further confusing me.

"wooyoung?"

"shhh." he rummages through his closet and get a long sleeve shirt, handing it to me. "wear this."

"what's this for?" i ask, looking at him.

"just wear it. there's a method behind my madness."

i just shrug and put it on over my tank top and we walk out.

---

"a rage room?"

"why not?" he asks, shrugging his shoulders before we both walk in and book a session.

the lady explains the rules to us and before i know it, i'm breaking everything around me with out a care in the world. i'm imagining mara’s face before hitting something which really helps get the aggression out.

"FUCK! YOU! CHOI! YEONJUN!" i scream while breaking the things around me. "AND FUCK THAT MARA BITCH TOO!"

wooyoung just looks at me with a wide smile which is still visible through the protective gear.

once our session is over he takes us both to go eat some street food and i feel calm after all that.

"you know, i needed that." i breath out in content.

"yeah?"

"yeah. is it concerning to feel better after imagining someone's face over an object before hitting it to oblivion?" he laughs making me smile a bit, not thinking what i said was gonna be funny but go figure.

"it's not hard to imagine someone's face over something you're gonna throw at a wall."

"who's face were you imagining?" i ask him, turning to face him on the bench.

"the one who made you cry." i stop eating briefly at what he said.

"not too much bow, he's still your best friend."

"that doesn't excuse his shitty behavior." he sing-songs before taking a bite from his food.

"still." i try to grap a fry from his box while he’s not looking but he staws my hand away before i can even get far.

"hey."

"you have your own."

"had my own." i frown showing him the empty box.

"ask next time. here." he says giving me some and i smile, thanking him.

"the weather is so nice today."

"not with that fucking vanilla talk."

"last time i try to create conversation." we laugh together, looking at the sun setting.

i feel a lot better now after going to the rage room and taking out all of my frustration.

"ready to go home?" he asks once we're done.

"can we go to your place?"

"and what will your boyfriend think of that?" he asks teasingly.

"he won't like it but i spent the last two nights at yours so what's another night?"

"i don't want him to freak out on us for that. come i'll take you home."

"please wooyoung. i don't wanna be alone tonight."

"then call yeonjun. i think you both need to sit and talk with a clear mind.”

"we tried that already, remember?"

"try again." he urges and i sigh, taking my phone and dialing his number. it rings but he doesn't pick up.

"voicemail, see he’s still mad. let's go."

“y/n” he warns and i sigh, giving in, deciding not to make this an even bigger deal.

once i get home and wooyoung has left i lay in bed, listening to the music playing on the speaker.

yeonjun and i have been together for 3 years now and we've never gone through something like this nor have i ever considered the possibility of breaking up with him so how did we get this far?

i pick up my phone to text him. i just wanna see something.

me:

yeonjun please come over quick!!

please.

something happened!!

i put my phone down to see if he will even respond.

"in my head we never grow apart. in my head you never break my heart. but we know that's not what we're doing. 'cause baby this not like the movies." i sing along softly letting a tear fall hearing no notification go off on my phone. this is exactly why i didn't wanna be alone tonight.

---

wooyoung's pov

i sit with san in his apartment just relaxing, catching up, all that fun stuff. it's been quite a while since we actually got to just hang out and talk but right now i just wish more than anything that he'd shut up or change the topic because he is driving me insane.

"i say be selfish." he finally says with a shrug to finish off his little rant.

"what do you mean by that?" i ask him, narrowing my eyes at his final statement.

"look, yeonjun is being a complete dick right now and who does she run to afterwards?"

"me?"

"bingo." he smiles, taking a sip from his can of beer.

"i'm not picking up what you're putting down."

"she goes to you for comfort and you treat her the way her boyfriend is supposed to. be selfish and let them break up. i mean, why are you even trying to help save a dying relationship?"

"because i respect both of them and their relationship. besides, that's just taking advantage of her vulnerability you ass."

sometimes he doesn't think past the present.

"and its not like she'd ever look at me that way. no matter what the state of her relationship with yeonjun is, she will still love him regardless." i tell him sadly. she's deeply in love with him and it hurts me so much because it's not certain if he shares the same sentiment anymore and i'm just here waiting to give her the love she deserves.

my phone rings and i pick up without checking who's calling.

"hello."

"jung wooyoung."

speak of the devil.

"y/n."

"wooyoung are you home?"

her words are slurred and my worry spikes. she's drunk in broad daylight. it's never a good sign.

"JUNG WOOYOUNG!"

i hear her starting to cry judging by the feint sniffing on the ither side.

"are you also tired of me now too?"

"where are you?"

"don't worry if you're busy right now. i don't wanna bother you." she hiccups, before yawning loudly.

"you're not. please tell me where you are."

"the streets." she laughs hysterically before catching her breath. "i'm outside yeonjun's apartment building."

her voice wavers when she says that and my heart sinks. what did that asshole do to her this time?

"i'm coming there okay. don't go anywhere."

i hang up, ready to get my keys.

"where are you running off to?" san questions with a raised eyebrow.

"to pick y/n up. she's not doing too good."

"let me come with."

"okay let's go."

once we get to the complex i see y/n sitting on the ground looking out of it.

"holy shit." i hear san whisper as we run to her and get her off the floor.

"wooyoung?" she smiles widely it doesn’t reach her eyes. she looks a mess with swollen eyes and tears still running down her cheeks. i feel terrible.

"if she can show up drunk at his door then why can't i? why am i not allowed to go to him all vulnerable like she does? i'm his girlfriend, not her!" she starts shouting out of nowhere which draws attention from a couple of people around us.

this isn't fair anymore. if he's gonna keep pushing her around like this he might as well just end this relationship instead of continuously making her feel like absolute shit.

"why doesn't he love me anymore wooyoung? why? why don't you love me anymore yeonjun?! what did i do?" she starts yelling, properly sobbing now, hitting my chest while she speaks.

"get lost." san says, probably talking to someone who is probably staring. i need to get her away from these people looking at her weirdly.

i take her to the car, getting in the back with her so she can sit comfortably.

"what did he do?" i ask her once she’s seated comfortably.

"he kicked me out because that bitch was there. she probably called him crying or some shit but i'm crying too." she points to herself, choking on her tears. "YEONJUN SEE I'M CRYING TOO!" she shouts to no one. i close my eyes, letting tears of my own fall. i haven’t seen her like this before. 'aww, look, you woke up poor mara who’s sad and going through things, and she’s sad and not doing too well.' it's always about poor sad mara! you know, he called me an attention seeker the other day? an attention seeker for wanting the bare minimum from my boyfriend. he's with that girl so much, he might as well be her boyfriend and not mine right?" she humorlessly laughs. "and then he had the audacity to tell me i can't be around you anymore. who does he think he is?”

did he seriously tell her she can’t be around me anymore? but then he continues to act the way he does. if y/n can't confide in me or him then who else is she supposed to run to?

“he's not mine anymore wooyoung. i think i've lost him."

i shake my head as she cries in my shoulder.

where did it all go wrong? i mean, he's never been like this before so what now? why is he acting differently now?

"enough is enough. san, please take her home and take care of her. make sure she drinks water and sobers up. i'll be there soon." i tell san who's in the passenger seat and he nods.

"san is here? hi san." she smiles widely, waving in no particular direction.

i give him the keys and wait for him to drive off before heading to yeonjun's apartment, knocking on the door and i wait for him to open. he's got a look of surprise written in his face.

"wooyoung? what are you doing here?" he asks and i shrug. "come in."

i walk in seeing another pair of shoes already there. he offers me a drink which i decline.

"is mara here?" i ask and he nods. "yeah, she's asleep in the room."

"i see."

what's gotten into him? he used to be the most attentive person when it came to y/n so what changed?

"what on earth do you think you're doing?" i ask him.

"sorry?" he asks me, completely dumbfounded by my sudden question.

"do you think what you're doing is right?"

"what's this all about?" he questions, clearly not expecting me to start asking him questions.

"mara is here sleeping am i right?" he nods. "and where is y/n, if you don't mind me asking."

"i sent her home. she came here, caused a scene and started drunkenly shouting so i sent her home because she could've woke mara up." i wanna strangle him so bad right now but i just scoff, deciding to choose peace.

"doesn't it concern you that she's coming to you drunk at 3 in the afternoon?" i ask him but it seems like i'm talking to a brick wall.

"what?"

"you're so dense."

"look, if you came here to do the same then you can go see yourself out."

"do you understand the shit you're putting y/n through?"

"don't involve yourself, this is between y/n and i." he warns but i'm not backing down. he either does something to fix this or he breaks up with her and he's deciding that today. i don't care anymore.

"no, its between you, y/n and mara so i will involve myself too. y/n has been crying non stop for days now because of you and your inability to see what mara is actually doing here."

"she didn't do anything. y/n clearly doesn't trust me to be around her so she's obviously gonna wanna cause a scene."

i raise my eyebrows at his bold choice of words. so he defends her by belittling his own girlfriend... it's bewildering to me.

"you're unbelievable. through all of this, when has she ever accused you of cheating with mara?" he remains silent. what else can he say? there's no way to defend the way he's acting right now and i will call him out for it. "she does trust you asshole, all she wants from you is for you to not blow her off because mara needs you. she needs you too yeonjun."

i'm saying all of this but a small part of me hopes he stays stubborn like this and they break up. san is right, it is selfish but i wanna be there for y/n the way yeonjun is failing to. she deserves so much more than this and that's what i wanna give her but then again.

but there's a small part of me that know i still don't have a chance anyway. she doesn't see me that way and that's the only reason i'm here trying to help save tis relationship. even if it hurts me in the end.

"i'm with her all the time." he defends and i scoff. there's no way he's actually being serious right now.

"that's bullshit and we both know it. when was the last time you two actually spent quality time together?"

"two weeks ago and then she walked out."

"without interruptions." i clarify and yeonjun's face drops. i don't know what he's thinking right now but he better be realizing his mistakes.

"you called her an attention seeker for wanting to be with her boyfriend who's too busy with another girl."

"you're making it sound like something it isn't."

"well how am i supposed to know what actually goes down when the two of you are alone together."

that hits a nerve because he yells for me to shut up and i just smile at his reaction.

"don't you ever accuse me of such things EVER. i love y/n way too much to even think about doing that to her so who are you to even question me on that? besides, you're the last one to talk."

"excuse me?"

don't act like you're not always with her. who knows what you two are doing behind my back?" he asks and i raise my eyebrows. someone needs to be here to slap some sense into him because he's genuinely lost it. if he loves her so much then why is he acting like this.

"that's how much you trust her and i? you know, she's never questioned you about mara. you say love her but you don't trust her? is that it yeonjun? and you have the audacity to say you love her then why don't you fucking show it? she sat outside this very building for who knows how long crying her eyes out asking why you don't love her anymore. she asked why mara can come to you in that very state but she can't and she's your girlfriend, no less. you know what else she said? she said she thinks she's lost you. she said you're not hers anymore. are you hearing me? she's giving up on you and she’s giving up on trying to singlehandedly save your relationship." i tell him while he looks at me with tears forming in his eyes.

oh now he's listening...

"you know, she's told me before that she's thinking of breaking up with you because loving you is hard and she doesn't think it's worth all this pain it’s giving her."

"she said that?" he asks and i nod.

"i'm gonna give you an ultimatum. it's y/n or mara."

"quit playing wooyoung."

"i'm not. either choose mara and end it with y/n and i will personally make sure it ends or choose y/n and stop being friends with mara."

"why? you hoping i choose mara so that she can run into your arms?" he asks rhetorically but that question has an answer already.

"yes i am, actually. she's already doing that, isn't she?"

"you son of a bitch. i always knew you had feelings for her. if you ever say shit like that to me it won't end well."

"look, i was never even trying to hide it. she only runs to me after you treat her like trash. she doesn't see me like that and you know that. that's why i'm here right now. because no matter what my feelings for her are, you’re the one she thinks about. you're all she talks about. i know i don't have a chance otherwise you two would've broken up the moment she came to me the first time crying because of you. make a choice yeonjun." i say before walking away.

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reader's pov

headache. a fucking headache is the last thing i need right now.

"y/n?"

"hmm?"

"how are you feeling?"

i open my eyes to see san standing by the door with a mug in hand.

"horrible. why did i do all that?"

"i made some tea for you." he hands me the cup and i thank him, taking a sip a little too quickly because i burnt my tongue. "easy now."

"sorry."

"what happened yesterday?" he asks sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me.

"where do i even start?"

"ladies and gentlemen. sorry i have a little announcement. attention everyone." i slur out to everyone who's around me in the bar. it's more on the secluded part of the club so i can get away with making a little announcement. i just need these people to listen.

"ma'am, get down from there." a man who's sitting at the bar tries to help me down but i haven't said what i needed to yet.

"hold on i need to tell everyone this. HELLO!! yes."

"ma'am get down or i'm afraid we'll have to throw you out."

"my boyfriend is an asshole." i laugh hysterically, clapping and everything. "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE YEONJUN!!"

"get down!"

"okay okay i am. relax." the people around me helped me down but i was escorted out because these people are boring and don't know how to loosen up.

i could go to yeonjun. i hope he's not busy with mara right now. i miss him and we haven't spoken in a good minute.

i decide to walk, not really feeling like sitting in a stuffy car.

once i get there, i take a breath before knocking on the door and wait for him to open but nothing so i just enter.

"CHOI YEONJUN!" where is he? "babe i miss you where are you?"

"y/n?" he appears from his room and i immediately run to him for a hug.

"were you drinking?" he asks annoyed. what's his problem?

"just a little. i had like 5..."

"y/n."

"bottles." i burst out laughing but he doesn't seem to find it funny. so uptight.

"y/n you're drunk."

"am not." i pout and he rolls his eyes.

"why are you drinking at this time of the day?"

"because of you. you made me feel like shit when you didn't respond my message yesterday. o drank because you don't care about me yeonjun. you didn't even call to check. WHY DIDN'T YOU AT LEAST CALL ME? TELL ME!"

"yeonjun?" i look at the person calling his name and there stands mara in the doorway to his room.

"babe is she wearing my clothes?" i ask him after eyeing her up and down.

"she's just borrowing them."

"no you are incorrect. YOU yeonjun, took it upon yourself to give her my clothes. borrowing would imply that she asked me to wear my clothes and me allowing her to but it's nothing of the sort. see how it works? come on, go change." i tell her walking towards her but yeonjun holds me back from walking forward.

"what am i going to wear then? jun please speak to her." she is such a bit-

"y/n."

"give her yours then. there problem solved, now everyone can have their tea. i'm so smart." i pat myself on the back beaming at my bright idea.

"y/n you're embarrassing yourself."

"in front of who?" i start looking around to see if there's anyone else here but it's just the three of us. "i don't see anyone."

"me. you're embarrassing me."

"okay but in front of who though?"

"y/n go home, alright, you're drunk and you woke mara up."

"oh sorry mara. i didn't mean to barge into your home and wake you up. and don't even worry about my clothes you can have them. you've already taken something else from me, getting upset over clothes would just be trivial."

"Y/N!" i immediately stop talking, flinching from him shouting my name suddenly. my heart starts rapidly beating and my breaking picks up pace. "please just go home. now."

i nod, trying to hold back my tears as i walk out the door.

"im so sorry y/n." san said, taking my hand in his to try to comfort me. i keep my head ducked.

the door opens and wooyoung walks in.

"san what did you do to her?" he jokes making me laugh a little bit.

"nothing. shut up."

"y/n, can i talk to you?"

"sure." he walks in, sitting down next to san.

"i spoke to yeonjun." he starts off but i don't wanna hear it. anything with regards to him, i don't wanna hear it. his name alone just upsets me.

"let's not mention his name right now."

"i gave him an ultimatum." he blankly says and i look at him.

"what's the point? he's chosen her time and time again, what's the point? and talking about him will just piss me off." i dismiss the idea, not wanting to talk about it further. "let's talk about something else." i suggest.

"you really not gonna talk to him?" san asks and i shake my head.

"i don't want to. you know, something in me keeps telling me to just meet up with him so i can end it, but i'm weak. i'm too weak to do something like that."

"you can't avoid him either though." wooyoung injects but i shake my head.

"then give me time to think things over."

"i'll respect whatever decision you make." he says.

"thank you woo. but please don't let me cause a dent in your friendship. the last thing i want is for you two to stop talking on my expense."

"i'm just gonna say it. y/n, you're too good for him." san says making me smile.

"thank you." i finish my tea and take a shower before heading back to my place.

i look through the racks of the detergent aisle. i've been needing to buy groceries for a while.

the past week after the whole incident at yeonjun's apartment have been complete hell. a whole back and forth of emotions and its honestly too much for me but i need some air and run errands and basically get my shit together because i can't let a man put my whole life on pause like this.

my phone beeps and i check, smiling while reading wooyoung's message. him and san have been checking up on me every 3 hours, driving me up the wall here and there but i appreciate it nonetheless.

once i get home, carrying my groceries, genuinely in a good mood after actually taking a walk but ummm.

"what are you doing here?" i ask the girl.

"just visiting a mutual friend." she slyly responds making me roll my eyes.

"get lost."

"no."

"suit yourself."

i unlock the door, going in, shutting it in her face, waving before locking the door.

because i thought a bitch said something. i do not have time today.

i put on my music, deciding to clean up and pack my stuff like the mature adult i am.

while i'm going through my bills, i hear rattling at the door.

now who's trying to break in?

i stand up to go check, deciding to bang on the door to stop this person but then they start again.

"see what i’m not gonna do is deal with this rattling noise going through these thin ass walls, if you wanna get in just knock like a normal person dammit!"

the person knocks and i open the door. why? i don't know, i could literally be in danger.

"what the hell do you want?" i look at the tall man in front of me, not really expecting him to be standing there.

"oh it’s you." i try to close the door but he pushes it and keeps it open. "are you here to shout at me for closing the door in your precious mara's face?" i ask looking at the girl standing behind him.

"i'm here to talk to you."

"i don't wanna talk to you. look i've been having a good day today so please take your little hip attachment and leave."

she looks at me smugly and i decided to just turn a blind eye because she's pissing me off.

"mara please leave." he tells her not even looking at her. her face drops and i look at yeonjun, confused.

"do you want me to wait for you outside?" she asks him, voice getting high pitched as if she wasn't sounding like someone's father while speaking to me earlier.

"go home mara." he sternly tells her.

"jun-"

"leave." he urges making her open and close her mouth like a fish. deserved bitch.

"yeonjun why are you here?" i ask in a defeated tone not really in the mood to talk to him right now.

"i wanted to talk to you. can we please talk?"

"no." i try closing the door again and he stops my from doing so again.

"please y/n."

"i don't want to talk to you right now. please just leave me alone and don't be so rude to mara. go with her and leave me alone please."

"y/n."

"GO."

"i'm not ready to give up on us y/n."

"I TRIED WITH YOU YEONJUN! i've been trying with you. it’s only when i've reached my limit when you come to me with that? it took someone to force you to make a choice for you to realize the shit you’ve done but all those times i've pleaded with you flew over your head. i stood in your apartment drunk as a cry for help and you threw me out because i woke your dearest friend up! i took everything and accepted it quietly. you called me names and i accepted it, you spoke to me however you wanted to and i accepted it. you had that girl in MY CLOTHES, USING MY SHIT SLEEPING IN YOUR BED AND I FUCKING KEPT QUIET. i never once doubted you or your relationship with mara, only to have wooyoung tell me that you had the fucking audacity to question my loyalty to you when i've never given you a reason to. it's not fair so for you to come here, sending mara away in front of me as if to prove a point and demand that i talk to you. it's just pathetic." i yell out to him, finally getting it off my chest.

it felt good to actually say it and dare i say, to shout at him the way i did.

"you're only here because wooyoung gave you an ultimatum and that's what fucking opened your eyes? i'm your girlfriend yeonjun, not a choice and if it's gotten to a point where you havr to you're have to choose me or someone else then please just don't bother choosing me, it's insulting. now please give me some time and leave from here."

he nods his head and i can see the prominent pain in his eyes but i need to stand my ground.

he finally leaves and i shut the door. i truly can't believe this guy.

the last couple of weeks have been hell and here he comes all willy-nilly talking about some, 'i'm not giving up on us' well it sure as hell felt like it. after pushing me away for so long he only comes to me now after i've given up? i've told him how i felt but he only listened after someone else told him.

"fuck you yeonjun!" i sob out quietly. i've found myself saying that a lot lately because who does he actually think he is?

still, after all the heartache, my heart is still too weak to leave him.

he's just a caring person though. that's how he is but if he's caring, then we wouldn't be like this now.

i know that mara is the main reason all of this is happening, he's never acted this way until she developed feelings for him and decided to try to separate us, but he still made his own decisions regardless of that. he let her get between us and he chose to treat me the way he did.

i wanna get back to how we once were but there's this lingering question of 'what if this all happens again?'. i mean, he didn't hesitate to forget me once so what's stopping him from doing it again?

my phone rings and i walk to go pick it up, seeing it's wooyoung calling.

"hello?"

"are you dumb?" he asks me and i furrow my eyebrows.

"okay ouch, first of all, and second, where is this coming from?" i ask him.

"why did you shut yeonjun down when he wanted to talk things out?"

"because i'm tired woo. he's been putting me on the back burner for another girl for weeks before i said anything and when i did, it all just spiraled after that. he spoke to me any which way and i took it but it became too much. i'm tired from all the chasing." i rant out to him, feeling tears forming.

"so what does this mean for the two of you?" he asks.

that's a good question...

the next week has just been me thinking everything through. 3 years together is a long time to consider.

i call yeonjun telling him i’m outside before entering the building. i walk to his door thinking over, knocking on it before he opens it.

"y/n. uh come in." he steps aside, allowing me in. being in here fills my head with nothing but memories of the recent events. that's not a good sign.

"do you want anything?" he asks but i decline.

sitting at the kitchen table in awkward silence, my leg bouncing up and down from the nerves that have taken over.

"i'm sorry for lashing out on you last timea. i didn't let you explain your side of the story which was unfair on my part." i tell him, avoiding eye contact.

"how you reacted was valid. i haven't been the best boyfriend to you for a long time now and i wanna apologize for everything. for the way i spoke to you and treated you. it was completely unwarranted and unnecessary and i should have listened to you the first time, no actually, i shouldn't have given you a reason to feel that way in the first place."

i see tears forming in his eyes as he speaks and it takes a lot in me to not engulf him in a hug to comfort him. i can't do that right now, i need to be headstrong.

"it shouldn't have taken someone else to talk to me about this before realizing what i did to you and i should have managed my priorities better. you know, you're the most important person to me and i didn't show it and worst of all, i questioned your loyalty to me, not once but twice."

i never once did. not even when i saw mara walk out of his room because that's how much i trust him. you can't love without trust and he clearly couldn't seem to trust me and that's what stings the most.

that's what breaks my heart more than anything. i haven't given any reason to feel that way which is why i was shocked when he doubted got just me but wooyoung as well. everything between us has been nothing but platonic but clearly he didn't see it that way. a tear rolls down his cheek and i look away so that i don't see him crying, it's my biggest weakness.

"i should know better than anyone that you wouldn't even think of doing such a thing. look, i regret everything y/n. you shouldn't be apologizing for the way you reacted yesterday, i was wrong, i let someone get between us and i hurt you. that's my biggest regret." he says.

we both have tears running down our eyes but i still refuse to look in his eyes. he takes hold of my hand before continuing to talk.

"i'm not asking for you to forgive me right away because i know that's a big ask but let me earn it please."

"okay. you can earn my forgiveness." i smile weakly at him before quickly looking away. "by letting me go." i finish and i feel his grip on my hand loosen a bit.

and that is why i didn't want to look in his eyes. because i know i wouldn't be able to tell him that had i looked in his eyes.

it hurts to do but i know it's the best decision for me right now.

" y/n, what- what are you saying?" he asks, stumbling over his words.

"i thought about this yeonjun. the things you've said to me, the things you've done. it was so easy for you to forget how to act, who's to say it won't happen again?"

"i cut ties with mara."

"it shouldn't have to get to that point. that means that you'd let this keep happening otherwise. it shouldn't get to the point of you having to choose."

"i don't wanna lose you." he weakly tells me but i shake my head.

"actions have consequences. please let me go. let's end this here." i feel the lump in my throat forming and that's the last thing i need. i can't let myself change my mind now. i've had to think about this far too long to let myself fall back in his arms. it's for the best.

"is that really what you want?" he asks and i nod, not trusting myself to talk. "then that's it."

i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding.

"i love you yeonjun."

"i love you too." he says before letting go of my hand.

i walk out without looking back, because if i do, i'll just run back to him.

‘sorry heart, i guess we’ll just have to start again.’

i let more tears fall as i walk into wooyoung's car.

"ready to go?" he asks and i nod and with that he drives off.

"you missed the exit." i told him and he just smiles.

"i know."

"where are we going?"

"who knows?"

"wooyoung."

"you need to see some scenery, get some air, and let your mind relax so that's why. remember, there's a method behind my madness. there always is." he saus smiling.

"thank you woo."

"don't. you deserve the best and i'll always be there to give you just that." he says to me making me smile.

#choi yeonjun #yeonjun #yeonjun imagine #yeonjun scenarios #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #yeonjun angst #wooyoung angst #tomorrow x together angst #txt angst #ateez angst #tomorrow x together #ateez #kpop imagines

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boyinatown · 1 year

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The lookism boys go bowling headcannons pt 1?

I wrote this because I went bowling and I hit someone with the ball.

First off we have the mc ofc

DANIEL PARK / PARK HYUNG-SEOK

- he would observe everyone else , after a while he just uses his copying technique.

- definetly hits strikes every time and Zack would be jealous

- would on accident drop it on his foot

JAY HONG / HONG JAE YEOL

- would watch Daniel and cheer him on from the sides and record

- he would have small matches with Daniel and see who gets most points

- i headcannon he hits strikes to

ZACK LEE / LEE SIN JUNG

-would try and flex on daniel and impress Mira

-totally fails and hits someone in the face with the bowling ball or throws it towards them

-the shoes would be so big on him he would look like a clown and zoe would bully him

VASCO LEE / EUNTAE LEE

☆ um... yeah!

☆ he would walk on the bowling lane , roll the bowling ball super closely to them and gets excited ( obviously) when he gets the strike.

☆ jace escorted him off

☆ after he got explained how to do it he kept training to become better at it and felt bad he cheated

☆ would go to brekdak for training and brekdak def got dissapointed in vasco

JOHAN SEONG / SEONG YOHAN

☆ this dudes blind so he would also throw it on someone but on purpose ( towards zack/daniel)

☆ he would give up and say its a waste of his time but come back when zack call him a sore loser

☆ he would hit strikes 5 times and then his eyes start actin up ( sorry)

GOO KIM / KIM JOON GOO

☆ this mf would also throw bowling balls but at Gun, its just so him.

☆ he would look so dumb with the bowling shoes

☆ i hc he´s good at bowling since he does EVERYTHING but work and business

☆would rub it in guns face when he gets higher scores

GUN PARK / PARK JONG GEON

☆ This dude would SUCK at bowling, i love him..but babe stick to fighting or smth..

☆ he would hit a strike ONCE and then try and break the machines.

☆ the bowling shoes fit him well bc damn that mf built so big.

SAMUEL SEO / SEO SEONGUN

☆ no just no, get that mf off the bowling lane someone

☆ he WOULD 100% throw the fucking bowling ball on purpose towards jake & sinu.

☆ he then tries once but gets to distracted by something else and then leave the two morons and drive away ( he was theyre ride)

JAKE KIM /KIM GIMYEONG

☆ sigh, jake well...

☆ he would goof around and just try and throw the ball underneath his legs to get a strike ( i did that)

☆ would get frustrated by the pins not falling and walk towards them his self and knocks them over

☆ definetly got kicked out once

SINU HAN / HAN SHIN-WOO

☆ i guess he´d be a 7/10 in bowling

☆ he would not chuck bowling balls at anyone , and actually play the bowling game normally

☆ definetly got bored and mad if he didnt get a strike

☆ he would help jake knock the pins over and samuel called the owners on them

#lookism scenarios #lookism boys #lookism #skullsmashr 🐉#skullscar

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eriquin · 11 months

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The Prophetic D&D Game, Part 2

Part 1

Eddie went around the table handing out folded over pages like they were prizes. The boys were silent as they unfolded them, with some of them being more careful about keeping them secret than others.

“Yes!” Mike said, throwing a hand in the air. “He’s really a paladin! Woo!”

“Mike loves playing a paladin,” Lucas said.

Eddie nodded. “I had noticed that. We’ll see how he does with Joe.”

“So I guess I should assume we’re all a little more powerful than the little level ones you reeled us in with?” Jeff asked. He was keeping his sheet folded over.

“You should assume nothing!” Eddie said with a wave of his hand.

“Maybe one of us is the murderer!” Dustin giggled. He gave Mike a little shove. “Maybe it’s you, Mr. Paladin.”

“I would never,” Mike said. “That goes against the paladin’s code.”

Dustin raised his eyebrows. “Maybe the murder victim was a terrible person and you were forced to kill them.”

“No way,” Mike said. “Maybe you’re just trying to throw suspicion off of yourself!”

“Jesus, we haven’t even started the game and the infighting is already happening,” Gareth said. “Nice job, Eddie.”

“I know,” Eddie said. He hadn’t stopped grinning. “Before we get started, does anyone want to change their seats? Rearrange themselves to be closer to their co-conspirators, as it were?”

They all took another look at their character information. Gareth got up first. “Dustin, trade with me,” he said. “I need to sit next to Mike.”

Dustin made a weird little hooting noise as he got up. “Are Maya and Joe secret lovers? Is that why his fiancée dumped him?”

“No, dumbass, they’re siblings,” Gareth said.

“Well, kind of,” Mike said. “I mean, they’re actually—”

“Hey, no telling all our family secrets to strangers,” Gareth said as he took Dustin’s chair. He waved his finger in Mike’s face. “Come on, dude.”

“Right. Right.” Mike nodded. He pulled a little notebook from his backpack and tore out a sheet of paper. “We can pass notes, right?”

Eddie nodded. “I expect you’ll be doing a lot of that in this game, yeah.”

They all settled into place and started sharing small amounts of information. Everyone knew each other from a past adventure, where they had fought together and assisted a sorceress in banishing a demon. Caleb and Gaten had grown up in the same village, along with two other boys. The sorceress had been the long lost twin sister of one of the boys.

“That’s very Star Wars,” Dustin said.

“It’s a pretty common thing in mythology, actually,” Eddie said. “But yeah, I might’ve been thinking of Princess Leia when I made Millie the Mystic.”

“Leia should totally have force powers,” Dustin said.

“She should!” Eddie yelled.

“For the love of god can we not start this again?” Gareth sighed. “Okay, so half our friends took Millie back to the hidden village so she could recover, right? Does that matter? Like, is it close enough that we could get them to help if something goes terribly wrong?”

“No, it’s too far. You usually send letters, but it takes weeks to get there, and none of you have teleport. There are magic items you can use to send a faster message, but they’re unreliable.”

Gareth scratched his head. “So, it’s just backstory?”

“Basically. To explain how you all know each other.” Eddie grinned. “But maybe it’s important.”

“You’re the worst,” Gareth said. He started scribbling a note to Mike.

Once everyone had established how they knew each other, Eddie set up his DM screen and stretched his arms out over the table. He waited until he had their attention before launching into his story.

“The sleepy little castle town of Kiteshire has had its fair share of tragedies, but things have largely settled down in the past few years. It seems like business as usual one bright Saturday morning, with everyone going out to work or running errands, when the rumors start to spread. A body has been found in the thieves’ quarter. Now, this would normally not be news. Thieves kill each other all the time. But this was the body of a noblewoman. Lady Grace, beloved philanthropist, was found in a most horrific state. The guards have been trying to keep it quiet, but bad news travels fast. So far, there are only whispers of what happened, but they imply that it could only have been done with magic.”

“Caleb’s one of the guards, right?” Jeff asked. “Does he know anything?”

“He’s a junior guard,” Eddie said. “There’s a group of senior guards in charge of the investigation. He knows that Lady Grace was married to one of them. Lord Mason. Word is that he’s in his mansion, paralyzed with grief.”

“So no suspects?”

“None that they’ve said yet.”

“What about Sadie?” Lucas asked. “She’s a thief, and she lives in the thieves’ quarter with her mother. Did either of them see anything?”

Eddie smiled and folded up a note to pass to Lucas. The boy’s eyes grew wide as he read it. “Woah,” he said. “I have to go talk to someone.”

“Would you talk to Caleb?” Jeff asked.

Lucas shook his head. “No. Remember how Caleb joined the guards even though Sadie was a thief?” He flipped his hand as if tossing back imaginary locks of long hair over his shoulder. “We’re from two different worlds, Caleb.”

Jeff clutched his hand over his heart. “But Sadie! Darling! My love!” he said. The rest of the table giggled.

“It’s over between us,” Lucas said. “I’m going to, uh—” He double-checked his notes. “Gaten for help.”

Dustin rubbed his hands together and turned to Lucas. The other boy leaned in and whispered something to him, then passed him the note. Dustin’s eyes also grew wide. “Wait, wait, wait,” he said as he flipped over his character sheet and pointed at a line on it. “Quinn? I know him! He’s the one who taught me how to be a bard.”

“You’re a bard?” Mike asked. “But halflings can’t be bards!”

“Oh my god, Mike,” Gareth said. “I know it says lawful good on your character sheet but you don’t have to be such a little bitch about the rules all the time.”

“Okay, we’re ignoring Mike,” Eddie said. “Dustin, what’s Gaten doing with this information?”

Dustin grimaced. “I mean... Shit, we need some help, don’t we?” He sighed. “Okay, so Sadie and I are going to go to the archives to look up some things.”

“Hey, that’s where Maya and Joe work,” Gareth said, patting Mike’s arm.

“I guess we’re not ignoring Mike afterall,” Mike said smugly.

“You’re not talking,” Gareth said. He put his hand over Mike’s mouth. “No-no-no. You just stand guard at the front door, like one of those Buckingham palace guys. You have to show no emotion and not flinch when tourists make fun of you.”

Mike squirmed out from under Gareth’s hand. “No. No way,” he said. “I do not agree to that. I’m at the archive desk with you. We spend the whole time filling requests and making fun of what people are looking up.”

Gareth stroked his chin and nodded. “I’ll accept that. Okay, so Joe and I are at the desk by the archives when you guys walk in. You need to get our permission to access them, so you’d better have a good story, or else I’m going to have Joe throw you out.”

“Joe would never throw me out,” Dustin said. “He loves Gaten like a brother.”

“Only when you don’t bother me at work,” Mike said. “When I’m at work, you little shits better be on your best behavior.”

Dustin snickered. “Oh, you know who you sound like?”

“I know!” Mike slapped his hand on the table. “Oh my god, that’s how I’m going to play this, isn’t it? That’s a terrible idea.”

“What is?” Eddie asked.

“Nothing. Nevermind,” Mike said, rubbing his face. “It’s not important. Anyway!” He slipped back into character. “Welcome to the city archives. How can we help you?” His voice dropped from a chipper customer-service register to a deadpan. “Oh, it’s you. This better be good, Maya and I are working.” Gareth started to giggle.

Lucas frowned and leaned in close to whisper in Dustin’s ear. He looked confused until Dustin whispered something back, and then he threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, that’s good. He even sounds like him.”

“Hey, shut up,” Mike said.

“It’s what you were going for, isn’t it?” Dustin asked.

Mike’s mouth twisted into a frown. “I mean... Still. Shut up and stay in character or I’ll throw you out of the archives.”

“I gotta say, I’m loving this,” Eddie said.

“Yeah, I have no idea what’s going on, but this is great,” Jeff added. “Wish I had some popcorn.”

“Just get to the point,” Gareth said. “Fill us in on what happened so we don’t have all this whispering back-and-forth all the time. I want to start investigating.”

Dustin spread his hands out “Okay, so, we need to do some research on curses and bardic magic,” he said. “It’s... Lucas, do you want to tell them?”

Lucas nodded. “Yeah, Sadie will fill them in. She tells them how the guards showed up in the building across from her this morning, and she saw the body of Lady Grace there. It was all twisted and broken, like she’d been tortured or done in by dark magic.”

“What kind of dark magic? Like, demonic magic?” Gareth asked.

“I mean, maybe?” Lucas continued. “That’s why we’re here. To look it up.”

“And also to help clear my mentor’s name!” Dustin said. “She was found in the home of Quinn the bard, and I know he would never dabble in dark magic. He’s missing and the guards are looking for him. We need to find him first.”

Mike and Gareth wanted more information about what they already knew, and why they were so sure that Quinn wasn’t the killer. Dustin did a bit of metagaming then, saying that it couldn’t be the person that the guards suspected because that’d be too easy. Mike countered with the concept of double-bluff, theorizing that Eddie would try something like that, which was where Eddie stepped in and quashed it.

“Don’t make me make you all do this in-character,” he said. “I will!”

“Then I won’t get to talk at all,” said Jeff. “I’m still stuck training with the guards.”

“He’s got a point. We should get the group all together,” Lucas said.

Jeff frowned and gave his shoulder a little shove. “You’re the one who didn’t want to tell me.”

“No, Sadie wouldn’t tell you,” Lucas said. “I was trying not to metagame at the time.”

Jeff chuckled at this, but Eddie cleared his throat and gave the group of them such a mean glare that they all got back on track in a hurry. Dustin and Gareth came up with some theories about how they would research the magic used without being able to cast anything at the scene while the rest of them listened. Mike suggested they talk to witnesses, but Lucas said there weren’t any.

“Other than me, I guess,” he added. “I was the only one out on the street when Quinn ran away. Oh, but something weird happened right before. Maybe that’s a clue. Hold on, let me check Eddie’s note.”

The rest of the team leaned in to listen as Lucas read from the note he’d been given and hear about how the gas lamps on their street had pulsed ominously. Dustin theorized that it was just the wind, but Mike said it wouldn’t have been written down if that was the case. Gareth groaned and poked Mike in the arm, whispering, “Metagaming!”

“Oh! It has to have been different from what would normally have happened, or else Sadie wouldn’t have noticed it,” Lucas said. “Maybe it was, like, some kind of a pattern?”

“Fucking thank you,” Eddie mumbled. He pointed at Lucas. “Roll against your wisdom to figure the pattern out.”

Lucas rolled and Eddie stood up to describe the scene that his character had witnessed. How the gas lamps in the street had been shielded from all the wind, but in unison they had all gone out, then flared back to life, then out again. The boys all watched him intently, but it was Gareth who pulled his notes out and tapped them. “Demonic magic from another realm can be detected in the way it can suppress mundane flames,” he said, holding the page up. “Also, magical lights will turn strange colors in its presence. Jeez, Eddie, there are a lot of weird details here. You came up with this on the fly?”

The younger boys were all staring at each other and looking a little grim. Dustin was the one to speak up first. “So, it’s like the lights were flickering?” he asked quietly.

Eddie frowned. “I mean, this is D&D. It’s not like they’re light bulbs burning out, but... I guess? Yeah, that’s kind of what I pictured.”

“Were there any other signs of demonic magic?” Mike asked. He sounded cautious, and his question was directed at Eddie instead of Lucas.

Eddie looked over to Lucas, who was staring down at his notes but didn’t look like he was reading them. “Well, Sadie?” he asked. “Anything else you want to tell your friends?”

Lucas looked up briefly when he realized the question was directed at him. “I mean. There weren’t, right? No, monsters or...” He looked between the notes that were specific to the events of the game and the ones that were background information. “Uh. No smell of brimstone or...”

Jeff, who had leaned in to read the details over his shoulder, chimed in with the rest of them when he hesitated. “Or flakes of ash in the air, like hell was seeping through to the material plane.” He chuckled. “Damn, Eddie, really leaning into the satanic vibe, huh?”

The three freshmen shared a startled look. “Oh, come on, guys,” Gareth said. “Don’t tell me you’re freaked out by a little satanism.”

“You’re in a club called Hellfire,” Jeff said.

“I promise, we only sacrifice virgins,” Gareth said. “Oh, wait!”

Eddie scoffed. “Please. Like membership in this club isn’t a bright shining ‘don’t fuck me’ sign on its own,” he said. “Quit teasing the sheepies for being intimidated by my disturbing imagination and get back to the game.”

Jeff and Gareth both rolled their eyes in unison. “Yeah, all right,” Jeff said.

“I thought the club was named that because of the X-Men comics,” Dustin said.

Eddie grinned. “It was, Henderson,” he said. “It has the added bonus of freaking out the mundanes in the rest of the school who don’t know about its innocuous origin.”

“I mean, those same people probably don’t think of comics as innocuous,” said Gareth. “In fact, X-Men itself is pretty subversive, being about—”

“Bup-bup-bup! No! No more digressions!” Eddie slammed his hand on the table. Everyone shut up and he stared off in the middle distance, looking angry and frustrated. It melted away in a second, though. “Wait, where the fuck were we? In game, I mean. I’ve lost track.”

Mike chimed in quickly. “No other signs of demonic magic!” he said. “Just the lamps.”

“Still, that’s weird enough to keep it to ourselves right? If it’s demonic stuff again, we can’t bring it to the city guards,” Dustin said. “Let’s see what we can figure out about where Quinn would’ve gone. He might have seen something else, and we can’t let the guards pin it on him if it’s... You know. Demons again.”

The rest of the group was in agreement, but finding out where Quinn could have gone proved to be difficult. Dustin’s character knew him the best, but he rolled poorly in his research checks. Gareth had the highest int and wisdom and the background of having worked in the archives, but once again the dice did them no favors. Eddie chewed on his knuckle and glared at the offending dice, but he couldn’t push himself into giving them any hints they hadn’t earned.

Finally, it was Mike who came up with a new idea. “We should go find Jeff. I mean, Caleb. He’s in the guards, so he’ll be able to tell us where they’ve already looked.

“Also, I know Quinn because I go to Gaten’s shows,” Jeff added. “And if there’s demonic stuff involved, I’m one of the few people in town who knows the truth.”

They agreed to loop Caleb in, and the group went to the guard house. They sent in Mike’s character, as he was a former guard, and it didn’t take much convincing for Caleb to join them. Jeff and Eddie exchanged some notes and rolled some dice to figure out how much information he’d gotten from the guards, and thankfully the dice gods smiled up on them this time. He let them look through the reports that had been compiled and come up with a list of places that the guards were looking for Quinn.

Jeff looked thoughtful and held up his dice. “Hey, they haven’t found him yet, right?”

“That is correct.”

“And we don’t actually want the guards to find him, do we?” He looked at the group. “Like, we know it’s demonic stuff, right? So there are two options. Either Quinn is the source of it, and we need to fight him. We don’t want the guards interfering with a fight, because they can’t learn about the demonic stuff. The king’s men would hunt us down for betraying the secret.”

“Right,” Mike said. “That’s true.”

Jeff continued his reasoning. “And the other option is that he’s an innocent witness to demonic horrors... But the guards are convinced that he’s the killer.”

“So we need to protect him,” Dustin said.

“And the best way to protect him is to make sure he’s hiding in a place they’re not looking,” said Jeff. “Can I tell which of the places on this list are actually really good places to hide?”

Eddie pretended to think about it for a minute. “Yeah, you have some idea.”

“Okay, then can I mess with their system so that the guards lose track of those leads?”

The rest of the table let out a low cheer and looked at Eddie. He grinned. “Roll me percentiles,” he said, hoping that the score would be high enough to justify it.

Jeff picked up his dice and shook them dramatically. He let them fall in the middle of the table. The rest of the group leaned in to read the numbers off of them. “Does eighty seven work?” Mike asked excitedly.

Eddie leaned back in his throne and steepled his fingers. “I’ll allow it,” he said. The group cheered.

They made their way through checking all the locations that the guards had listed, while also dodging the guards. Eddie had a possible fight with the guards planned out, but once Jeff’s character joined up they were able to use his background to avoid patrols instead.

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Nightclub Affair

ღPairing: Kim Hongjoong x Me, I (1st POV)

ღGenre: non-idol au, fuck buddies au

ღWord Count: 3,215

ღWarnings: public sex, bathroom sex, jealous sex, marking, biting, degradation kink, creampie, praise kink, still on the Hongjoong fat cock agenda, mentions of consensual somnophilia, m&f orgasm

ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot

ღSummary: Yunho and San find out about you and Hongjoong and see if they can’t shoot their shot as well.

ღDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland you show one photo to your friends with an idea and they won’t let you live

Part One ↭ Late Night Rendezvous

San, Yunho and I had a very good understanding. We were friends and that was that. There was no line crossed, no flirting, just friends. Or so I thought.

“Wooyoung wants to go out.” San pushed the side of his lips to one side, making his dimple pop out on one side.

“And?” I raised an eyebrow in response.

“Come with us!” Yunho said somewhere in the background.

Alarm bells were going off. “We don’t go clubbing together,” I brought up.

San shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe we should start.”

I shook my head. “Mmmm no, I don’t think so. It would be weird.”

Yunho stole the phone from San, with San letting out a small “hey!”. “What’s weird about a group of friends going out to a club together?”

“I dunno!” I said in frustration, “Maybe I don’t want to see you hitting on girls or trying to help you with one.” I fake gagged, expecting a laugh, but Yunho was stone-cold serious.

“We’re just friends though, right?” Yunho pursued the topic, “Why would that affect you?”

San stole back his phone with a soft glare to our blonde, taller friend. “Don’t listen to Yunho. It’ll be fun, just to drink and listen to some music. Nothing more or less than that.”

I breathed in and out slowly. I hadn't been dancing in a while. It might be a nice way to let out the pent up steam I had from trying to keep Hongjoong a secret. “Maybe--”

“Then it’s settled,” San said with a big smile. “Yunho will pick you up. We’ll be there in an hour. Byyeeeeeee.”

The phone went dead. Guess that was that.

I was waiting outside in a skimpy dress when Yunho pulled up in his white truck. “ ‘Sup,” San said after he rolled down the window.

Good thing I had dressed up because San and Yunho were dressed to the nines. I narrowed my eyes down at both of them. “Where’s Wooyoung?”

“He’s meeting us there,” Yunho said but his mind was not on Wooyoung. His dark eyes wandered over my form. “Get in the truck,” He commanded.

The vibe deepened as we entered the club. San’s hand fell on the small of my back and it didn’t leave as we moved through the crowd. I aimed for the dance floor but that wasn’t in the books apparently. “We’re meeting Woo at a booth,” San said into my ear. This man was all up in my business and it was setting off my alarm bells again.

I sat primly on the booth bench. Yunho signaled for someone to take our drink orders and San’s arm went behind me on the seat. “How are you supposed to pick up anyone if it looks like you’re with me?”

Yunho spoke with a waitress and she moved away but Yunho sat down on the other side of me. “That’s the play. Make girls jealous that we’re with someone. They try to steal us away. It’s perfect.”

“Isn’t that kinda… dishonest?” I frowned at Yunho.

Yunho smirked, “They’re the ones trying to steal us from you.”

I rolled my eyes. “They aren’t stealing anyone away from me.”

The conversation went more light, and once the drinks came, everything became a little looser, including myself. When Yunho threw his head back once in a while to laugh and San’s eyes became so small you could barely see the glee from them, I knew we were having a good night. That’s when I let my guard down.

“Let’s go to the dance floor,” Yunho urged, pulling me up with my hand.

I was buzzed but there was something that was bothering me. “Wooyoung was never coming, was he?”

“Hey San, did you text Wooyoung?” Yunho shouted over my head.

I watched as San pulled out his phone and pouted, “No response.”

I threw up my hands. “Fine, let's go dance.”

We weaved through the crowd until Yunho and San were satisfied in finding a spot. I closed my eyes and wound my hips, just feeling the music. Yunho and San took turns guarding me, glaring at any other man that came within range, and also dancing with me. They didn’t step a toe out of line but the both of them had good rhythm and good hip movement and my brain started going down a road that I definitely shouldn’t have been contemplating.

So when a hand descended on my shoulder and pulled me from my thoughts, I jumped a foot in the air. I turned around to glare at whoever was touching me when my stomach dropped. Grinning like a very dangerous villain was Hongjoong. He tilted his head in question at me. I couldn't help but take him in. He had dyed his hair and cut it. Not to mention he was very dressed up and looking good enough to eat.

“Hi, Hongjoong,” I said. Thankfully the bass of the club covered the wavering of my voice.

“What are you doing here?” Hongjoong asked. A casual enough question, if not for the jealous gleam in his eyes.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?” I said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, Hongjoong!” Yunho shouted over my shoulder. Suddenly, Yunho’s body was pressed up against the back of mine. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“You know I DJ here, Yunho,” Hongjoong replied, his grin sharp.

“Is that tonight?” San commented. His leg slotted between mine until I was in a YunSan sandwich.

Hongjoong ignored the glibbed statement by San. “Imagine my surprise seeing you here,” Hongjoong directed that one to me.

I shrugged, “Yunho and San said Wooyoung wanted to go out. So they dragged me here.”

San’s hand slipped along my hip and Yunho’s chin dropped to rest on my shoulder. “We’re having a great time,” Yunho said, voice dripping with venom.

“Don’t you go on soon?” San said. Read: Fuck off, Hongjoong.

Did they know about Hongjoong and I???

Hongjoong nodded, “Think I’ll just steal our friend for a moment. She’s never been here before and I want to see if she approves of my set list.”

Hongjoong tugged me out of Yunho’s and San’s grasp when I didn’t say no, and he didn’t stop tugging me until he pulled me into the woman’s bathroom that was conveniently empty. My breath hitched when he locked it behind him. He turned around and leaned against the door, crossing his arms across his chest. “So?”

“I had no idea, I swear,” I held up two hands to ward off whatever Hongjoong was about to accuse me of.

“Do you know what this looks like to me?” Hongjoong demanded. “Like you either wanted me to catch you with Yunho and San so that I would get jealous or--” He choked off his own words and looked away.

“Or?” I ventured even though this was dangerous territory.

“Or you’re trying to force me to break things off with you,” Hongjoong completed his sentence.

I rolled my eyes. “I think Yunho and San know about us and this was their way of trying to get you to break it off with me, or convince me I could have something better.”

Hongjoong raised his eyebrows at me, “Better? You think they’d be better?”

I pffted. “No, I’m just imagining what their motives were--HONGJOONG!” I squealed his name as he pinned me up against the bathroom sink counter.

“My blood was boiling when I saw you dancing between them during my night at the club,” Hongjoong whispered into my ear.

“Joong, we’re not exclusive!” I dared to say back because it was the truth.

“I don’t care,” Hongjoong replied carelessly, “I want to be the only dick you squeeze into that tiny, tight pussy of yours.” I couldn’t help but moan at his words. Hongjoong ran his nose along my neck and I stretched it out for him to access. “Gonna let me fuck you in this bathroom?”

I breathed in and out deeply. “I shouldn’t because you’re clearly jealous.”

Hongjoong chuckled. “But?”

I whined, “You know how much I get off on public sex.”

“See, I knew you secretly wanted to get caught. Shall I go unlock the door?” He bit gently down on my bare shoulder and I shuddered.

“Don’t, Hongjoong,” I said in a hushed tone.

“Don’t tease you?” Hongjoong pulled away from me, “Because I’m dead serious. If you get wet at the thought of Yunho or San coming in after us and catching me balls deep in you, I’ll fucking do it right now.”

I started to tremble. “And if they do?”

Hongjoong shrugged, “We won’t have to sneak around anymore.”

I stared into his eyes and he stared back at me. I don’t know what I was looking for but Hongjoong wasn’t leaving much on his face for me to deduce. “Do you want that?”

Hongjoong laughed harshly. “I want to slap a collar on you that says Joong’s Slut, but I doubt you’d do that.”

“Do you really?” I frowned at him in confusion.

Hongjoong held my face in place gently. “Pretty Baby, I would mark every part of your body so that they would see that you’re mine.”

“Hongjoong--”

Whatever I was going to say was cut off as Hongjoong placed a finger against my lips. “I’m still angry at you.”

Goosebumps littered my skin in anticipation of what was to come with those words. “Show me.”

His lips descended on mine, rough and rushed. I met his anger with some eagerness of my own, letting him take the lead to see where he would take us. I groaned when he pressed me even harder into the bathroom counter, the small price of pain for the illusion of being trapped. When he had enough of abusing my lips, he moved to the sensitive skin under my jaw and licked and sucked until he made a hickey appear. But that was only the beginning. Hickies bloomed on my neck, collarbone, upper chest, until Hongjoong stuck a finger down the front of my dress and pulled experimentally. “How easy can you take this off?”

“It stays on,” I said firmly. To prove my point, I pulled up the hem of the dress until it was above my hips. “It’s short enough for easy access.”

Hongjoong dismissed me. “I want to bite your breast hard enough that I leave teeth marks around your nipple.”

I swallowed loudly at that statement, “Hongjoong. No one is going to see that.”

Hongjoong half-smirked, “I am.”

I groaned but complied. I bent my arm behind me and yanked down the zipper. My breasts spilled out as my dress fell to my waist. At this point, I might as well have just taken the dress off because it was a simple strip around my stomach but I wanted to be able to fix it quickly if the need arose.

I watched as Hongjoong held my breast so that he could bite but not before teasing the fuck out of me, kissing around my nipple to make me even more turned on and the nipple to pucker. “It’s gonna hurt so I might as well prep you,” Hongjoong murmured against my skin.

His fingers found my clit through my underwear and I whined at the stimulation to my throbbing nub. He expertly circled it, making me cant my hips upwards for more friction. “I-in, Joong, please!”

Hongjoong spoke but I wasn’t necessarily absorbing the words. “I want you so stupid that you’re not even preparing for the bite. Look at you, I’m only just beginning to touch you but all you want is that instant release through your clitty. You’ve got a wet spot on your panties, slut. Are you that needy for me already? Stupid already and I’ve barely marked you as mine. Maybe I should get that collar made for you. We can walk around and you can proudly wear it in front of all our friends.”

All I could think about was how my cunt was aching for him to put something inside of me, that I had long forgotten about the bite. I hissed at the pain but Hongjoong was quick to add more pressure against my clit, making me whine at the pleasure. I looked down my body, at the same time Hongjoong was admire his handiwork. “Fuck,” I cursed at the same time Hongjoong did. His teeth prints around my nipple flat did it for both of us.

“Now,” Hongjoong grinned and it wasn’t scary anymore. “Let’s unlock that door in case anyone is looking for us.”

I pressed my lips inwards as Hongjoong shifted me so that he could carry me to the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he easily held me with one arm as his fingers found the latch and undid it. “I hope it’s Yunho that catches us. I love pissing him off,” Hongjoong smirked.

“Why is your jealousy so fucking hot?” I asked without really looking for an answer. I kissed Hongjoong with renewed lust, needing his attention back on me again.

Hongjoong turned us so that my back was against the door and he didn’t have to hold me up any longer. He kissed me back, tongue chasing after my own in slow, sensual strokes until his hands snaked in between us. He started to undo his pants and pull my underwear out of the way. “Tell me how much you’d rather my cock than theirs,” Hongjoong said, his sweaty forehead pressed against mine.

“Please, yours is the only cock I need,” I gasped into his mouth as he rubbed his cockhead against my hole, only to move it along my clit and not enter me. “Your cock is the only thing I’m allowed to put in my pretty pussy, right Joongie?”

Hongjoong growled, “Damn right.” Then he pushed inside of me as a reward for doing exactly what he asked.

I locked my feet behind his back and kept us sealed together when he bottomed out. “So good to me,” I said, panting with excitement, “Fuck me in public, just the way I like it. Fuck me rough, just the way my body enjoys it. Making me come just so I can see stars behind my eyelids. You’re so fucking good to me, Hongjoong.”

It was Hongjoong’s turn to groan at my words. “F-fuck,” He stuttered and so did his hips. “You’re so fucking wet, I think you’re dripping down my balls.” To make his point, he pulled out and fucked into me quickly and my lower half made a lewd, wet noise.

I cupped Hongjoong’s face with both my hands, “That’s what you do to me, darling.”

Grunts began to leave Hongjoong’s mouth as he fucked me faster. Both of his hands ended up on the door behind my head, just so he could thrust up into me easier. He watched as his dick continued to disappear inside my cunt. I watched him instead. The way his teeth peeked past his pink lips as he panted. The way his eyes would roll into the back of his head as he got lost in the pleasure of being inside of me. The way he called me slut if I cried out at the friction his pelvis grinding against my clit caused, and pretty baby when he pushed my hair behind my ears and out of my face.

“I’m not--” Hongjoong’s teeth dug into his lower lip, “I’m not coming on your dress. Let me come inside of you.” He paused to stop fucking me and then said, “Please.”

I will admit, I was half-stupid with my impending climax, I didn’t even understand the sentence but I did understand that Hongjoong wasn’t fucking me anymore. I licked my lips before saying, “Joong, please, don’t stop. I don’t care. Just do it. I wanna come.”

“Pretty Baby,” Hongjoong laughed under his breath, “You’re the one that has to take an Uber home with my cum in you.”

I frowned, “Wait, an Uber?”

Hongjoong began to thrust in me again to build up our climax slowly. “I’m not going to make you wait until I’m done with my set but you’re not staying here. You wanna go back to my place instead?”

A whine built up in the back of my throat as Hongjoong worked my climax back up again. My tongue became loose with the ideas forming in my brain. “I could--unff--wait in your bed. In one of your shirts, after showering with your soap. You could--oh god Joong--find me sleeping and touch me to wake me up--”

Hongjoong’s thrusts sped up at my suggestion. “Yes,” He hissed, eyebrows furrowing delicately, “Wake you up with my tongue in your cunt and make you scream my name.”

“I want that, God, I really want that,” I groaned.

“Then let me come inside your tiny pussy, huh?” Hongjoong asked again, “Let me fill you up and spill out of you because your tiny pussy can’t handle my fat cock, let alone all my cum.”

I was nodding quickly, eyes closed and head bumping into the door as I felt my climax approaching. Hongjoong’s thumb found my lip and pulled it down. “Use your words, Slut. I need to hear what you want.”

I moaned in frustration. “Come inside me, Hongjoong. Come inside me, please! I want it. No, I need it.”

Without further ado, Hongjoong unloaded himself inside of me with a high-pitched cry. It was music to my ears. With his final thrust, he sent me over my edge and I screamed his name. My climax ripped through me and my pussy walls fluttered around Hongjoong, who groaned at the overstimulation on his cock.

“Jesus fuck, Hongjoong,” I gasped as I came down from my high.

Hongjoong smirked, “You’re welcome.”

He carried me back to the bathroom sink and sat my ass on the edge so that he could pull out of me and attempt to clean up. We moaned in unison when he pulled out of me. His cum started gushing out of my cunt and instinctively I pulled my legs together. Hongjoong halted me, pulling my underwear back in place. “Told you, you gotta ride the Uber back with my cum inside of you.”

“Hey, Loud Twin Number Two, are you in here? San said he saw you go to the--JESUS TITTY FUCKING CHRIST!” The door closed as quickly as it had opened.

Well, that was Wooyoung and the jig, in fact, was now up.

Hongjoong grinned, “Looks like your biggest worry of Wooyoung being the one to catch us was well founded after all.” I slapped him on the chest for that comment.

“Hongjoong!” I whined in protest.

Hongjoong’s delighted grin only widened. “Do it for me? I’ll be thinking about you squirming in the Uber with my cum being held in by just your panties the entire time I’m DJ-ing.”

I pursed my lips to the side in uncertainty, “Promise you’ll wake me up with your tongue deep in my cunt?”

Hongjoong nodded eagerly, “Like I’m looking to lick every drop of my cum out.”

I groaned at the thought and Hongjoong tossed his head back in laughter. Okay, maybe this night wasn’t a complete loss after all.

#kvanity #ateez smut #kim hongjoong smut #ateez scenarios #kim hongjoong scenarios #ateez fic #kim hongjoong fic #ღatz #topaz's work #hi i'm not dead after writing this but i should be #the night owl trilogy

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lkoh · 8 months

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Character: Sunwoo x you(y/n)

Summary: It's midnight and your bestfriend is the first one who wish you Happy Birthday

Warnings: probably not good grammar, bad descriptions of the atmosphere and feelings and just the environment ( I guess still improving but I don't think i have any improvement at all ), it's gonna be probably hard to feel it again but hope you enjoy.

A/N : This is for a masterlist? Or something I don't know the name lol. The topic of that will be "10 things I love about you" with 10 of my bias and this is the first one. Proof read with Grammarly btw.

You hear a light knocking from your window, to see your best friend Sunwoo smiling brightly at you except it's night and his smile can't shine through you at midnight.

When you just stare at him not even moving an inch, he tilts his head and ushers you to open the window with his hand and he fakes being cold which you just scoff at.

Right after he came through your window you slapped him hard.

"What the hell are you doing here, Sunwoo? We have class tomorrow, weirdo" you shout murmuring at him.

He kept facing the window so you got a bit worried.

"Hey, Woo are you alright? I'm sorry, you're not a weirdo by the way" You trail off when you see a light flickering.

"Hey! Don't you smoke in my room you little prick" you whispered shouting again and trying to see what he was trying to do, you tiptoe but he kept turning away which made you frustrated.

You hear a chuckle coming from him "Chill, you know I don't smoke"

He turned around holding a red velvet cupcake with a small candle on top, and sang Happy Birthday with a very wide smile on his face.

You were stunned to speak, you never thought you would experience something like this ever and the fact that it's Sunwoo doing touched you even more.

" Happy Birthday. Make a wish Y/N" he smiled with his teeth showing, you thought you were going faint right then and there when he acts like that.

You finish making a wish and blow the candle out, both of you beaming at each other.

"You are the first to wish me, thank you I mean it" Both of you sitting in the bed just staring at each other.

"Do you know how busy I was late at night just for that?" he sighed dramatically, you laughed"Just for a single cupcake?"

"Yes, I went to 3 shops by the way and you know you almost lost your red velvet" he acts like he is frustrated but his eyes say otherwise.

"Well, thank you, Woo. Since you worked so hard late at night I think you deserve to eat half of the cupcake" With that you cut the cupcake in half and try to give it to him, but keeps denying it and says "It's yours, you should have them all"

He might not have eaten it if you didn't threaten him by shoving a lemon in his throat.

After both of you finished, you just sat there under the moonlit, facing each other.

The one reason you love being with your best friend is that there is a never dull moment with him, you enjoy every second with him and you hope he feels the same way too.

"Wanna go out?" he asked after some moment staring at you with expectant eyes

"Nah not really" You get up and wipe some crumbs off your clothes.

"Class tomorrow remember" You stare at him for a second to let him see that you are serious " And I can't fail this term again Sunwoo"

He groaned throwing his head back " Oh come on Y/N, I can teach you"

"Yeah, you can but if I don't study them myself how will I pass huh?" he sulks and puts his hands over his face groaning and finding you annoying.

"It's the start of your birthday Y/N why are you so gloomy" he whined holding your arms and shaking it slightly.

"It's past midnight, go to sleep" you huffed and glared at him, as you lay in your bed the bed kept shifting which made it hard to fall asleep.

"Sunwoo go away" you wish him away "Ni not until you agree, I promise we'll be back before 2"

You sigh and give him the harshest glare you could give, which does not affect him by the way you pull your covers harshly and agree to go out.

When you finally walk down the streets, there are not many people anymore you can hear some vehicles hear and then but that's just it. You, Sunwoo, and the moon shining in the clear sky.

"Wanna play in the park?" Sunwoo asked holding his hands out which you take it.

"Yeah it's been so long since we last went there together"

"Let's go to the swing" You take his hand in yours and pull him towards the swing

"Remember when we were little and I fell flat near the bench," you said giggling

"Yea and I tried to help you but you pushed me away" he makes a face "Gosh you were so"

"What? I was so...... curious. bold? stubborn? annoying?" you asked curiously staring at him now

He looks back and laughs "Why can't you think of anything better than that stuff?"

You just shrug "Coz I'm those" he raises his eyebrow staring hard at your face which makes you swing faster so you won't have to see his burning stare.

"You think you're bold?" he questions which makes you slow down your pace "Umm kinda? it depends, don't you think I am?"

"Uhh no absolutely not" he starts swinging and you follow his actions.

He takes you back home and both of you are ready to part ways, you are not sure if this is okay but you find the need to say and it has to be tonight.

"Sunwoo" you slowly trail off as he takes your notebook anhumshumsUmm, thank you for tonight. It was really fun, the fresh air must have cleared my mind" Your hands started to sweat, and searched for words to say.

"I'm glad it did. You probably tired you should sleep I'm taking your notes home" he says and tries to go back from the way he came from.

"Wait-" you shout out a bit too loud, and go towards him, he stops histruckedd looks at you quizically

"I like you. I have for some time now" he looked at you blankly which made you nervous, getting embarrassed you put both of your hands on your face

"Nevermind, I didn't say anything forgets what just happened bye"

You start backing away with your hand still in your face, you hear him give a hearted laugh and you peek at him through your face.

"I like you too, idiot probably before you liked me" he winks which makes you blush "Your face is all red like a tomato, go to sleep we'll continue tomorrow" he bids you goodbye and goes off.

You rushed towards the window to wave him off and that's how your night ends. You put your hand in your heart and feel it accelerating, you think back about the whole night and scream through your pillow

Your sister peeked through the door with ruffled hair "You okay? I heard you scream" she asked yawning

"Oh yeah you know psychology makes me lose my mind" You laugh it off your face still flushed.

She hums "Good night" and goes back to her room.

You are never going to forget tonight.

#sunwoo #kim sunwoo #sunwoo fic #sunwoo drabbles #tbz #tbz sunwoo #sunwoo scenarios #ikos fic <3 #the boyz sunwoo #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz x you #kpop fanfic #kpop

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drivingsideways · 1 year

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Fic projects 2023 (and beyond?)

Making a list just for kicks! (So I can beat myself up at the end of the year? PERHAP.)

Cheongdam-dong couple ‘verses :

1) Strawberry ‘verse: Han Sung-hyun is a rockstar and South Korea’s first openly gay musician/celebrity. Park Do-won is...just some ex military guy who runs a laundrette while trying to keep his family of seven (5 daughters and 2 grandmas) afloat. After almost accidentally saving Han Sung-hyun from death-by-bullet, Park Do-won gets bullied into hired as Sung-hyun’s bodyguard. Why yes, they do fall in love, but first Sung-hyun must PROBLEMATICALLY flirt with his new LORGE employee and get social media cancelled for it, have a couple of near-death experiences, become Fraulein Maria to Do-won’s five girls, and generally be rescued from his life of fun and depravity to become a BORING DAD (spoilers: he loves it), and also maybe rescue a whale. I have lots of ambitions for this project; for one, I want to imagine what having someone like Han Sung-hyun out there between 2000 to date might have meant. I know there are a few prominent gay celebrities in SK, and I plan to read up whatever I can get my hands on about queer culture in SK as well as the music industry in the last twenty years. The latter is probably easier to access. So far all the google search on LGBT issues in SK has given me is..fairly depressing pieces that are centered around the very real homophobia and discrimination. If anyone has any recs- either in fiction or non fiction about being queer in SK, and about the music industry as such, throw it my way! Thank you. :D

2) Wooster -Sageuk verse: Yes, you read that right. Ok, this is the one in which (JWS/Bertie) is the fourth son of the current king, and a completely useless royal. His brothers, both elder and younger are in a death match for the throne; our guy is chilling out on his small estate up north doing the bare minimum to keep the barbarians at the gates. Into his life comes one Very Brilliant Person (Kim Tae-ri/Jeeves). Now, Tae-ri isn’t a noble born AND she had the misfortune to be afab in those Neo-Confucian times but is she going to let that stop her? NO. So she wiggles her way into (useless) spare heir’s household dressed as a man, and quickly becomes indispensable to him. Meanwhile, LJJ is a soldier in JWS’ army and also a conman with a business on the side; he’s basically sticking with JWS because he figures this guy is not basically interesting enough for his life to be in any kind of real danger, so he gets his soldier’s pay as well as quietly makes money selling contraband. What he *doesn’t * know, and couldn’t possibly begin to guess is that JWS has been PINING for his low born soldier for A WHILE. So, the main plot would be around how Tae-ri, having realized that all the other princes are genocidal freaks, starts an elaborate game of thrones to put the Useless (but not genocidal) Spare on the throne of Joseon, while also solving his Love Problem (which is the only problem that Useless Spare is actually interested in solving.) I want to write this because I love Wodehousian shenangians and queering history, but I’ve also watched like- three sageuks in my entire life- so I feel like I don’t know enough about the genre or you know, actual history, to pull it off with any degree of competence. Still, it *is * one of my favourite ideas, so I’m going to keep it on the list.

The above two are probably the more “high difficulty” writing ideas, and realistically, I’ll have time for one. At the moment, it’s going to be Strawberry ‘verse, but well, you never know.

Other Fics:

3) Lucky Star: This is the next instalment in Terms ‘verse, and is the story of how Do-chul and Hong-gi adopt their son, Min-woo. This fic was meant to be a bridge fic to the final instalment of the ‘verse, but quickly expanded itself in my head. I’ve been trying to crack it for some months now, and it’s not going anywhere, because I can’t seem to figure out what I want this fic to be about. I hope I can do that *sometime * this year because I love these characters so much, and I want to just keep writing in this ‘verse.

4) Sequel to Juche/ Part 2 of The Exiles: This one feels like something I’ve made unnecessarily difficult for myself by throwing the characters into mid 1980s Patagonia, for god’s sake, at the end of Juche. I mean, I did it for Reasons (good Reasons), but I also know very little about that era, so this is basically the classic “bit off more than you could chew” problem, which, come to think of it, maybe the problem with all my fics. Still, I have a much more solid idea of where I want this fic to go than Lucky Star and I think I can fudge some stuff and hopefully get away with it, so!

5) Christmas Fic : This is the one F/F fic I want to write about [Kim Hye-soo] and [Tang Wei], long time frenemies, who both got out of the small town where they grew up and made good. Christmas sees them back together in their hometown for the first time in many years: Hye-soo’s boyfriend has just dumped her, and Tang Wei’s fiance is looking for an excuse to break up with *her * although she doesn’t know it yet. Cue small town Christmas event shenanigans between the two women as they try to one up each other; with the stakes getting progressively crazier until everyone around them can’t wait for them to just leave; they WILL, and they’ll also kiss (and other things), and go back to their fabulous big city lives where they get even richer and make men cry. (The good thing about this one is that I don’t have to start writing this until October at least.)

I suppose there are chances that some show or movie might come along that grabs me by the hair and derails my nebulous plans for the above, but it’s unlikely. Kdrama- at least the ones I enjoy watching- doesn’t seem to trigger the fic writing part of my brain, and I don’t feel enthused by most of what I see the mainstream fandom producing either. I’ve had the most fun last year creating these imaginary worlds that are largely untethered to any particular show/ canon, while retaining the fannish aspects in terms of world building and style of story telling.

Fellow writers! Tell me in notes/ replies what you’re hoping to write this year, if you had unlimited time and energy. What’s ticking inside your lovely brains? TELL ME ALL!

#writing #wips #fanfic

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whoawhoajaeristajaerista · 2 years

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- requested by @taeyongslilkitty ily ty for requesting <33

- prompt | woosung comes home from a long day at work and chai is nothing more then clingy

- warnings | none just a bunch of fluff and cuteness :))

- lil notey note for youuu wheeew 1k+ words i hope you like it, if not i could always try again i appreciate the request and i really had fun writing this!! feel free to request anytime <333

“what to do, what to do-“ the male sighed, running his through his messy bed head. it was only three pm and sammy wouldn’t be back for quite some time.

woosung and chai had been in a relationship for almost three years now, their relationship was open to the public and everyone seemed to be pretty supportive. chai was sat at home today, woosung was doing promotions for lazy and he wouldn’t be back for a long time. he already missed his boyfriend like crazy, he was gone before he woke up this morning.

so chai was currently in the kitchen thinking of something to do, he pretty much laid in bed all day. “guess i’ll take a shower.” he muttered to himself before making his way up the stairs towards the bathroom.

before he got in, he pressed shuffle on spotify before washing his body. he let out a small laugh noticing the rubber ducky in the corner.

“ruBbER duCKie yOuRe thE onE~”

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a sigh left chai’s lips as he used the towel to dry his hair before dropping it onto the counter, his phone still playing music as he started to make himself some noodles.

a familiar melody started to play through the speaker, it was sammy’s song. ‘lazy’ it made the male snort in amusement as he glanced down at his clothes. a pair of fuzzy socks, grey sweatpants and woosungs merch, a sweater that read ‘laazzzy’ it was huge on him.

the sound of paws echoed through out the kitchen, woolfy coming up to nudge chai’s hand, the male smiling down at the dog.

“aww heyy pup, want a treat?” he hummed petting his head before grabbing a treat out of the bin on the counter.

chai pursed his lips picking up his phone, scrolling down to sammy’s contact.

woo 🐶

> want me to make you dinner?

sent ✓

he set his phone down, before opening beneath the sink to grab a few cleaning items. he just missed his boyfriend and wanted nothing more then to text him and tell him to come home or hear his voice on the phone.

but, nonetheless he decided against it. he didn’t want to bother him at all, he’s already having a busy day so why bother him, complaining at that. so instead he sat on his couch, and turned on a random show, hours passed by, woosung kindly declining the dinner saying he’d be home late.

chai let out a yawn, fixing the couch up before trudging up the stairs, woolfy not far behind.

the male tucked himself into the fluffy dovet covers, turning off the lamp, the small night light in the corner giving enough brightness so the room wasn’t pitch black, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

the sleepy male was awoken my throat sound of a door shutting, his heart thumping in his chest as he glanced over at the clock which read, ‘3:45 AM’ chai yawned, pulling the covers down before stepping out of bed.

goosebumps spread across his body as his feet hit the cold floor, he had kicked his socks off while sleeping, a small habit he had.

chai crept down the hall, his hand holding onto the railing as he rubbed his eyes, stepping down the stairs. his eyes were still blurry from being asleep, and he was still groggy as he didn’t give himself enough time to wake up fully, too excited to see his lover.

he had to blink a few times, trying to rub the tiredness out of his eyes a natural pout forming on his lips.

“did i wake you?” a voice broke out and chai almost forgot why he had come down in the first place. woosung was home, it didn’t take long for the male to make it down the stairs, he may have skipped a few. woosungs arms opened as chai met him halfway in the living room, he wrapped his arms around his taller boyfriend, humming out as woosung embraced him warmth invading his body.

“missed you” chai muttered, his face pressed against woosung as chest, his nose vibrated as the male let out a small chuckle, a warm feeling spreading all over his body when he felt woosungs fingers run through his hair.

“i missed you too.” his raspy voice let out in a deep tone, his hand slipping from his hair to his back as he took in the sight of chai in his hoodie, he looked adorable, as usual.

“c’mon let’s go up.” he added as the two made there way up the stairs, chai was left in the bed as woosung took a quick shower, chai protested at first wanting nothing more then to just lay in bed and cuddle, but unfortunately woosung disagreed claiming he was sweaty and stunk from practice.

so there chai sat, in bed, arms crossed a pout on his face as he waited patiently, his heart skipping a beat as he heard the water stop. after a few more moments woosung exited the bathroom in nothing but a pair of loose sweats that hung low on his hips.

woosung caught a glimpse of his boyfriend who was waiting on the bed like a lost puppy. “i’m all yours now love” he let out, sitting down next to him on the bed.

chai stared at him, making sure he wasn’t going to get up or disappear before his eyes in some odd way, before pushing his boyfriend back onto the bed, straddling him, his hands on woosungs shoulders.

“tell me about your day.” the male demanded, sammy chuckling in response as he shook his head. “i just got back from work the last thing i want to do is talk about it, now lay down so i can lay on YOU.” he teased poking at his boyfriends belly, making the ladder laugh and push his hands away.

“okay, okay fine. but tomorrow i expect a story about how your day went.” he let out, before falling back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. the old stars that he and woosung had stuck up there glowing.

he felt some shuffling before he felt a head rest on his stomach and a pair of arms wrap around him, glancing down and smiling at woosung who was smiling to himself his eyes already closing.

“love you~” he mumbled already drifting off to sleep. chai smiled, running his fingers through his lovers hair, feeling content.

“i love you more.”

#bxb #woosung #kim woosung #the rose #kpop x male reader #lgbtqplus #x male reader #kidol

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uhdrienne · 3 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

03. broadcast?

🌼 warnings: awkward situations!

🌼 word count: 2,297 words

"So you're moving in?" Wonwoo asks as you finish up your fifth phone call of the day.

"Guess so," you shrug as you tuck your phone back into your pocket. "I got a moving company to help me with my stuff. Not everything, since I'll be going back in a few months."

He nods thoughtfully. "And you'll need a place to stay, I'm guessing."

You look at him. "I'm not staying with you. Don't try that."

"Calm down, Miss Doctor. I'm not ever offering my place up. You'll need to pay rent for that anyway. I can arrange a meeting with a landlord for you if you need it."

"How do I know I can trust you?" You narrow your eyes.

"I know everyone in this town." Wonwoo replies without missing a beat, in the tone that grates on your nerves. "What's it going to be? I'm a busy man."

Miss Kim is nice. Probably the nicest person in the town ever.

She drafts up a contract swiftly right in the local bookshop after your discussion about your housing arrangement with the help of Wonwoo, who serves as your middleman. She also starts talking about a small clinic space for you.

"So just pay the stipulated monthly rent in the duration of the last week of every month and you're good." Miss Kim summarises after you've both signed the handwritten contract.

"Alright," you say.

Miss Kim smiles. "It's been a while since we've had any newcomers in the town. You're going to have a good time."

"I doubt that," you reply quietly, but Miss Kim waves you off.

"Wonwoo," she turns to the man sitting next to you. "I'll leave the renovating to you and the boys? Not sure about the plumbing situation, but-"

You raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"No worries," Wonwoo reassures the middle-aged woman, a warm smile on his face. "Shua and Kwan are pretty free around this time. We'll handle it. And it's for a clinic, that's important. We'll sort that out too."

"Oh, you angel," the woman sighs happily. "Well, that's one load off. Y/N, dear, I'll see you soon when you move in. No need to worry about anything. Wonwoo, Joshua, and Seungkwan will handle it for you. Goodness, I've never seen boys who work better with wrenches than they do!"

She gets to her feet, and by default both you and Wonwoo stand up too. "I have to head off," she adds ruefully. "My- Mr Woo, I mean, needs someone to collect the trash bags again."

You bow as she leaves, and spin towards Wonwoo. "You do renovation?"

"Reno, plumbing, painting, wallpaper installation, carpenting, whatever makes up a house." He smirks. "Do you need my services, Miss Doctor?"

"I'm not trusting you with my house."

He rolls his eyes and groans. "Not this again."

"It's serious!" You retort. "I want to stay in a nice place for the 3 months I'm here-"

The flap of a booklet cuts you off.

Wonwoo has opened a whole damn book of certifications. Encased in transparent pockets, they tumble down, showcasing their sheer number in all its glory. And they reflect exactly what he says, you note as you scan down the list. He has government-issued licenses for renovation, as an estate agent, plumbing, wallpaper, carpenting, and no way... he's a licensed barista? A certified mechanic??

"Not so anxious anymore?" Wonwoo chuckles as he looks at your dumbfounded expression. "You-"

"Come on," he says, slinging his backpack across his shoulder. "You should go home, it's getting late. Come back soon so you can take a look at the house and the clinic plot."

He fishes out his phone. "What's your number?" After you give it to him reluctantly, he lifts a hand in goodbye as he strides out of the shop, leaving you.

"You're moving?!"

"Why ae you so surprised?"

"You're a city girl through and through, YN LN," your friend announces. "You whine when you have to take the stairs instead of a lift in the mall. There is no way you're upping and leaving to a place where they don't even take cards."

"I asked this guy to get them fixed," you shrug. "And it's just for three months, I'm not staying forever."

"I know you just have to do something rash when you see kids in need, YN," your friend sighs. "The time when you decided to donate half your first paycheck to feed underprivileged kids? Or the time when you organised a sale in twelve hours during college to fund medicine supply for-"

"Okay, shut up!" You turn to your friend, flustered, who's laughing unabashedly now. "The kids in that town don't have a clinic. The adults and grandparents don't either. And t's a private establishment, so I'll earn a lot of money while I'm there. There's a Louis Vuitton bag I've been eyeing."

Your friend laughs again, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Sure. Whatever you say."

"Hi. I'm Joshua, everyone calls me Shua. And that's Seungkwan over there."

The two good natured men smile at you and you bow back stiffly. Beside them, Wonwoo is pacing the area that is soon to be your house, tape measure in hand.

"Hello."

"So, our newest addition!" Seungkwan smiles. "We're trying to plan your interior deco, what are you thinking of?"

"Fabric wallpaper," you reply immediately. "In taupe or grey. I'm thinking beige furniture, gives it a minimalist vibe?"

Seungkwan opens his mouth, presumably to suggest something else, but Joshua cuts in smoothly, smiling at you. "No problem. It's great that you know what you want."

At last, finally someone who gets you. "Thanks," you say stiffly, letting out a tight smile.

Wonwoo seems to be done with the measurements, as he keeps his tape measure. "Shua, Kwan, I'll take Miss Doctor to see the clinic plot. Be back soon."

"Okay!"

Wonwoo beckons to you. "Come on then."

A swift ten minutes later, you're standing in the middle of the clinic space.

"This could be the observation room," you mutter to yourself. "Or the office."

You deem the place good enough to move into. Plenty of natural light, a spacious front room, and a few more rooms at the back for observation rooms and your own office.

"Send me what you want for the wallpaper and all that," Wonwoo says, as you both leave the place and he gets ready to head back to your future house. "And it's minimum wage per hour for all three of us. We take bank transfers."

"What?"

Wonwoo smirks. "This isn't the city, but we don't work for free. I'll send you the details, you can just pay us when we're finished."

You gape at him. "I- of course I'm going to pay you! Who do you think I am, a leech?"

He shrugs. "Whatever you say. Anyway, I'll contact you when we're done, but the office might take a while more. Bye."

Dear Miss YN LN,

Thank you for your letter regarding your placement at the pediatrics unit here at Seoul University Hospital. Unfortunately, we cannot make the necessary re-arrangements as the other doctor mentioned has already started his five-year term with us. As we are in the process of preparing for the start of your contract, you were given the three months delay before you begin work.

Do advise us on what we can do to improve the situation as we hope to provide you with a positive working experience. We look forward to your reply.

Warmest Regards

Seoul University Hospital

Three Weeks Later

"Looks okay."

"Just 'okay'?" Wonwoo scoffs. "Shua spent all weekend putting up that fancy wallpaper you wanted."

"I thought you could deliver whatever your clients wanted," You hiss. Delia's eyes flick between both of you, seemingly in amusement.

"Thanks, Chief Jeon. YN's a little picky, but the place looks great!" She interrupts, and you shoot her a glare.

"No worries, Miss..?" Wonwoo smiles at her.

"Just call me Delia! YN, you stay here. I'm going to check the town out, yeah?" And before you can respond, she's out of the newly renovated house.

"She knows you," Wonwoo points out, reaching down to pick his haversack up. "You're prickly and bad-tempered, and-"

"Don't finish that."

He chuckles, fixing his belt. "Anyway, Seungkwan wanted me to pass you a message. The villagers heard we have a doctor staying here for a while, so they want to invite you to a village dinner tonight. Come if you're free, and take the chance to know them better, would you?"

"I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on! You can promote your clinic at the same time, no? Those things are usually pretty fun."

You perk up slightly and he notices. He lets out a laugh. "See you there. Bring your friend if you want to so you're not alone."

Unfortunately, Delia isn't free, what with her taking the night shift at her nursing job in a Seoul hospital. She leaves with the promise to call you when she's free to chat, and you head to the location on your own.

You bow stiffly to the three grandmas who taught you how to handle squid as they pass you, and they chuckle and pat your hand. Cringing at the feeling of old, wrinkled hands on you but saying nothing, you head towards a familiar face.

"Oh YN! Didn't think I'd see you here!" Joshua remarks cheerfully, holding tongs and standing over a portable grill sizzling with seafood. "Here, I'll grab you a plate. These prawns came in fresh, so you get first dibs off the grill!"

"YN! Over here!" Seungkwan's voice catches your attention, and you turn to see him waving you in the direction of his table. Next to him, playing with a young girl, is the chief you least want to see.

Joshua lets out a hearty laugh as he passes you a plate, laden with seafood and meat and rice. "Eat up. Stay with Seungkwan if you're a little awkward, he'll keep the conversation flowing."

You thank him a little quietly before making your way to the table. As you settle, a middle-aged man reaches to shake your hand.

"Mr Woo," He says, a little gruffly but still pleasantly. "I work in the village bank."

"Bank...?" You ask. "I didn't see one when I-" You stop yourself before the embarrassing story of you trying to retrieve your pride pours out.

"Oh! It's a small one, near the convenience store. It's quite secluded so you probably didn't catch it." Mr Woo doesn't seem fazed as he explains. Seungkwan throws his head back and laughs, "I had a hell of a time trying to find it when it was first built!"

The conversation starts and you try to listen, but it's just not the same. You're only used to chats about tough medical cases and patients, never about the day's currents, the catches from the sea, and the trash collection on Saturday mornings. You only pretend to be distracted when you see the chatterbox Miss Hwang arrive. You don't really want another debate with her.

Luckily, Delia's call when the clock approaches 9 gives you a mild reprieve. You excuse yourself and close the door to the small room at the back. It looks like the broadcast room, with a small mic there. You swipe accept on Delia's call.

"Hey, girl!" her voice rings across the line. "How's the dinner?"

"Awful," You sigh as you ean against the mic shelf. "I haven't mentioned my clinic once, and all they talk about is the day's fish!"

"Don't be such a grump," Delia teases. "That's a nice topic, you know. Life there seems so idyllic, I'd so take that over this any day."

"No you don't," You reply tiredly. "They're all so simple -- too simple it's aggravating. The chatterbox lady insisted on playing the strangest music earlier, and I wish I hadn't said I was staying here, now I have to put up and pretend I'm interested in their way of life!"

"You might like it there. The people seem pretty nice," Delia persists. Fortunately, her nagging is cut short by a call of her name, presumably from another nurse. "Shoot. I gotta go."

"Go on," you mutter. "I'll find an excuse to leave soon or something."

With a goodbye the call ends, and you mentally prep yourself to head out again.

But when you leave, you don't hear the excited hum of chatter among the villagers. Not the weird trot music Miss Hwang insisted on playing. Save for the sizzle of the grill, the whole space is silent. Every single villager's eyes follow you. Even Miss Hwang has fallen silent for once, pupils dilated in seemingly shock.

You swallow. "What?"

You turn in Seungkwan's direction. Joshua's. And Wonwoo's. The other two men aren't meeting your gaze at all, but Wonwoo is looking up and directly at you. His eyes don't have the same spark they did when you saw him earlier. They've hardened in anger and disappointment, and his jaw has tightened considerably. Joshua's deliberately looking everywhere else except for in your direction, and Mr Woo's pretending to pick at nonexistent fuzz on his clothes. Seungkwan can't even meet your eye.

You're stuck in momentary confusion until it hits you in a wave of shock and panic. The mic. The mic in the room must have been turned on the whole damn time. Your words had been broadcasted for everyone there to hear.

Your face and ears burn red, and you stride over to the table, as quickly as your shaky legs can handle, grab your bag and leave. No one follows you or tries to stop you to explain yourself.

You've stunned the whole town into silence.

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼pairing: wonwoo x reader (written and smau), fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

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🌼 taglist: @gaslysainz @lev1hei1chou

writer's note: oh noooooo

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