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slytherinshua · 4 months

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CHOCOLATE CAKE

genre. fluff. slight hurt/comfort. warnings. exams/exam stress mentioned. crying. brief mention of drinking/partying. light profanity. food (cake hehe). mentioned that reader wears makeup. intak cheers you up!! pairing. intak x fem!reader. wc. 1.4k. request. no. a/n. for my kyo @blue-jisungs <33 ilysm and i'm so proud of you, ik you've worked so so hard <33

By the time your bus was almost to your stop to get off, the tears had dried on your cheeks. You felt absolutely exhausted, and there was nothing you wanted more than to get home and just sleep. Exam season was always stressful, but the past month had been a living hell.

You didn’t exactly do great on your midterms, despite studying almost every second you were awake. It frustrated you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t seem to get the high marks that you strived so hard for. Your friends seemed to pass so easily, some of them not even bothering to study in advance. While they had all gone out drinking or partying now that it was the last exam day, you were prepared to study more tomorrow in order to retake exams next week.

You had cried all day— after one of your more stressful exams, after getting a bad mark back on an earlier exam, at lunch when your friends asked you how you had done. It was both embarrassing and exhausting. You were so, so tired.

You felt numb and mindless as you grabbed your bag and got off the bus. The air was cold and sharp, but the breeze was welcome. Even the shiver that ran up your spine as you stepped onto the pavement wasn’t a bother. It allowed you to breathe. The dark cloudy sky seemed to be mirroring your mood, and you found a small comfort in that.

You didn’t bother to knock or announce your presence at all when you reached your apartment. You didn’t have the energy to talk; your entire body feeling sluggish and slow as you dropped your bag on the chair and shuffled out of your boots.

“Fuck- Did I not set the timer?! No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

The voice of your boyfriend startled you at first before you registered the familiar tone and relaxed, a whisper of a smile even playing on your lips. He hadn’t said anything about stopping by today, but given his love for surprising you, you should have expected it. You weren’t quite ready to show yourself to him, though, so you made your way quietly to the bathroom, still able to hear him talking to himself in the kitchen.

“Chocolate, chocolate… melt for… 30 second intervals? She likes chocolate- so 2 packets? Yeah.”

You wiped off any makeup that had survived your many crying sessions and washed your face of the tear stains and exhaustion of the day. Once you changed into pyjama pants and one of Intak’s stolen hoodies, you finally felt at ease. The weight of exams and the thought of retakes still looming over your head wasn’t something you could ignore, but just for tonight you willed your brain to not focus on it. Just for tonight, you deserved to rest.

You shuffled to the doorway of the kitchen, still trying to be as quiet as possible. Intak had his back turned to you, and didn’t notice your presence at all as he worked near the stovetop. The smell of chocolate cake and cherries reached your nose, and your chest felt warm. Intak always knew your favourite comfort foods and the best ways to cheer you up after a long day.

You didn’t realize until now just how much you had missed him. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, completely oblivious to your figure in the doorway, you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. You missed his hugs and his kisses. You missed your late night talks and when you would game together where he would let you win on purpose. You missed telling him how much you loved him and watching his eyes brighten.

Given how busy you were studying and preparing for exams, you barely had time to see him in the past 2 weeks. He would send you encouraging text messages in the morning, and you would text him during your breaks, but most of the time you had to keep your phone far away from you and on Do Not Disturb to keep your focus.

You missed him so much that it was almost hard for you to keep watching him silently when you knew that he would hug you as soon as he was aware you were there. But he soon turned around to transfer a bowl to the sink, and his eyes quickly met yours and froze. You watched as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape before turning up into a big grin a second later.

“You’re back!” He chucked the dishes into the sink and practically ran over to you, capturing you in his arms and lifting you slightly off the floor. “I thought the exams would swallow you whole, I missed you so much.” He mumbled in your ear, prompting a smile to form on your face.

“Me too.” You sighed in content. The feeling of Intak’s arms around you was one of your favourites in the entire world. From how close you were, you could smell his woody cologne as well as his gentle natural scent peaking through. He hugged you tightly, swaying softly from side to side until you made moves to escape his embrace.

“One sec!” He rushed to the other room, coming back with a bouquet of pink and white flowers. “For my academic weapon of a girlfriend.”

You were going to protest about the academic weapon part, but with his cheesy grin plastered on his face as he held out the flowers to you, you didn’t have the heart to. You knew he wouldn’t accept any objection from you anyway. In his eyes, you were nothing less than perfect.

You ranted about the past week to him while he finished decorating a chocolate cake, discouraged by the fact that you would have to retake some exams. But Intak would only say how proud he was of you for making it through the stressful month.

“You worked really really hard, and I’m so proud of you, baby. The scores don’t reflect your self worth, okay?” He reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead after you had told him everything.

You wouldn’t have believed the words coming from anyone else, but he was your boyfriend and you knew he wasn’t even capable of lying to you (after all, he had tried in the past, and you had caught him every time).

Seeing Intak’s smile and hearing his words of encouragement gave you back energy for almost an hour, but you felt a crash of tiredness again once you settled on the couch with him to eat cake and snuggle.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I’ll have to carry you to bed.” Intak joked, watching you sleepily blink with love in his eyes. Despite being worried about how hard you had pushed yourself, he knew the best thing he could do was just cheer you on and let you recharge with hugs. He wouldn’t care even if you fell asleep on his arm and it was sore for hours the next day.

“You’re comfortable.” You argue in a mumble, only melting into his arms more. You were practically a puddle on top of him— letting your entire body relax and trusting that Intak would let you sleep.

“My girl is that tired, hm? Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?” He spoke softly, brushing your hair out of your face and making sure the blanket covered your shoulders.

“You’re more comfortable than my bed.” You whispered, already teetering on the edge of consciousness. You heard Intak scoff, and though your eyes were closed, you could picture his adoring smile perfectly. You were half asleep by the time his response fell on your ears, and entirely too tired at that point to comprehend his words. You smiled when you felt him press a kiss to your temple, and finally allowed yourself to slip away to your dreams after the long day.

With Intak by your side, the stress of your life seemed to lessen, and your mind stopped racing as much. You let yourself relax and just enjoy being with him, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

↳ p1h taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @amara-mars,, @nyukyujs

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ksnfangz · 10 months

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P1HARMONY WHEN THEIR S/O IS SICK

★ ₊˚ paring: p1harmony 0t6 x reader ( separate )

★ ₊˚ Genre: fluff

★ ₊˚ word count : 0.2k

★ ₊˚ a/n : these are just random things I think would happen if you were sick while with a piwon member

☆ THEO

RANDOM

would say random facts to try and make you feel better

“ do you need anything? medicine, food,water?”

“ no i’m fine , thank you though.”

*silence*

“ did you know that barbie has had over 100 jobs in her life time?”

“what?”

☆ KEEHO

THOUGHTFUL

would make sure no one bothers you for anything ans always keeps you in mind if he goes shopping

“ Dude dont bother them! they’re sick.” or “come back later.”

“ We should get something for y/n since they couldn’t come ”

☆ JIUNG

NO MOVING

constantly checks on you and doesn’t let you move an inch !

“ What are you doing out of bed?”

“ for the love of god i need to pee.”

“ i’m gonna get some water.”

“ stay here i’ll get it.”

☆ INTAK

ENDS UP SICK ASWELL

he would be around you so much to the point he’d get sick aswell

“ intak you're going to get sick if you keep cuddling me."

"and you're just going to get worse if i don't..."

* the next day*

“ i told you you’d get sick.”

“ at least we’re sick together now.”

☆ SOUL

FEELS BAD

would give you anything you want because he feels terrible and doesn’t really know what to do for how you’re feeling

“can i have icecream?"

"you really shouldn't..."

"please? I feel really hot"

"you’re lucky I feel bad..."

☆ JONGSEOB

DIDNT KNOW

didnt know you were sick at first but now that he knows he’s 100% ready to take care of you

“ I cant believe you didnt tell me your were sick.”

“ It’s not that bad”

“ i’m coming over.”

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sunnyyangie · 6 months

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NSFW MDNI

kinkmas day two!! thigh fucking

intak x f. reader

warnings: subby intak, thigh fucking, praise, established relationship

you walk into the living room where intak sits on the couch, waiting for you with an extra soft blanket and hot chocolate.

when he notices you, he can’t help but stare. the way you look in his hoody, along with loose shorts, and especially the thigh high socks you wore; they made your thighs look extra soft and thick. intak was obsessed immediately.

“damn, baby, come here.” he puts his arms out and you smile, happily falling into them and his lap with a giggle.

“hi, takie.” you put your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a sweet kiss.

intak leans back to inspect your outfit once again. his hand trails from your leg and up to your thigh, softly rubbing at the flesh. “my perfect girl, look so pretty for me.”

you kiss one cheek while squishing the other. “thank you, baby. you look super cute yourself.”

intak passionately kisses you, mumbling a “thank you, sweetheart,” in between pecks.

you pull away after a moment to catch your breath, “c’mon, let’s watch the movie now, ‘kay?” you smile at him, turning around to face the television and clicking the play button on the remote. intak whines lowly behind you, hands grabbing your thighs, thumbs slightly slipping past the bottom of your shorts.

“what’s wrong, puppy?” you tease him, reaching back to squish his cheek, his lips forming into a fish look.

“jus’ need you right now,” he pouts and looks at you with his big brown eyes. “your outfit is drivin’ me crazy.”

you hum and smile, “yeah, baby? what is it? what do ya like?” you slowly start to grind your ass back onto intaks’ growing buldge.

he winces and throws his head back, “fuck, you in my hoody. the way your socks makes your thighs look. so fuckin’ hot.”

“why don’t you fuck ‘em?” you ask innocently.

“huh?” he deadpans and tightens his grip on you.

“seriously, use my thighs.” you lift off him to slide your shorts and panties down to the floor. he stares wide eyed until you give him a look, quickly pulling his own down.

you sit back on his lap, ass pressing against his hardened length. intak muffles his moan and grips your waist, you lifting as he lines himself up, slowly slipping in between your thighs. “are you sure?”

“yes, sweetie, well, considering you already started, so..” you laugh. “use me.”

intak curses and pulls you completely onto him, his tip peeking out at the front of your thighs. you stick your thumb in your mouth, licking it, then pulling it out to rub at his mushroom head. he nearly whimpers and starts fucking upward, sound of skin slapping against eachother filling the room.

the wetness from your pussy making it easy for him to fuck your thick thighs, you both moaning. “feels so fuckin’ good, baby. should fuck your thighs more. ‘s heavenly.”

“you’re always welcome to use me, takie. i’m yours.”

“shit, ‘m close.” intak whines, thrusts become faster and harder.

“mm, already, babe? just from fucking my thighs? that’s all it takes?” you question, starting to rub your clit. he only moans in response. “be a good boy and come for me, then.”

intak curses as ropes squirt onto your thighs and lower belly, you also cumming and moaning from everything.

you pant, “should i wear thigh highs more?”

#bye i wanted to make this longer but also want to quickly post all my kinkmas fics😭#also i feel like i always ends fics so odd but .. I CANT HELP IT idk how to end it normally #sunnys kinkmas #p1harmony smut #p1harmony imagine #hwang intak smut #p1harmony intak smut #intak smut

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arthinkzo · 4 months

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★ onde as estrelas brilham !

📂 20.01.2024 ⋆ ❛ pedido por yapew

📝 em caso de inspiração, por favor, credite-me

⚠️ cr. imagens via pinterest && psd

NOTES: voltei galerinha, mas já tô saindo novamente, porque a vida é corrida. De qualquer forma, eu apareço às vezes para dizer que não morri! bjs bjs

#capa de fanfic #capa para fanfic #capa para social spirit #capa para spirit #capa design #capa de spirit #capa social spirit #capa para fic #capa divertida #hwang intak #intak #p1harmony #soobin #txt #tomorrow x together #miyeon #gidle #minju #izone

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hwang-intak-archive · 2 years

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[HARMONY: SET IN] P-Side Track Video ➕ Look At Me Now (태양을 삼킨 아이)

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kisseobie · 2 months

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kisseobie’s masterlist ❤︎ ིུ͠*:·.

୭ back to navi

ask to be added to my permanent taglist!

🎧 currently listening to: candy by rosalía

❤︎ - nsfw/suggestive (mdni)

𓈒ིུ reactions/headcannons:

picking out your new nail set

when they have a crush on you

reactions to wearing something revealing ❤︎

coquette boyfriend trend on tiktok

texting bf jongseob ❤︎

who in p1harmony would fall in love at first sight?

where p1harmony would love to kiss you ❤︎

p1harmony reacting to you squirting ❤︎

p1harmony and their kinks ❤︎

p1harmony on whether they prefer ass or tits ❤︎

mtl likely in p1harmony to be pussy drunk ❤︎

p1harmony and what i think their ideal type is

❤︎ hard hours (all nsfw):

eager puppy bf intak

making up with jongseob after an argument

needy reader wanting to get soul’s attention away from his video games

cockwarming jiung and jongseob

rich boy keeho

reuniting with bf jongseob after tour .. pt.2

soul ruining your cute panties

° . ❀ longer fics:

yoon keeho ᥫ᭡

choi taeyang ᥫ᭡

choi jiung ᥫ᭡

ʕ•̫͡ 𐙚 i can fix him (no really i can)

coming soon..

hwang intak ᥫ᭡

haku shota ᥫ᭡

kim jongseob ᥫ᭡

ʕ•̫͡ 𐙚 jasmine

a saccharine summer evening spent at your favorite nail parlor is so much sweeter when you’re accompanied by a boy made out of star-shaped tangerines 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

ʕ•̫͡ 𐙚 tumblr girls

coming soon..

✹*:·.

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sungbeam · 10 months

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 — series m.list

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, warnings. s2f2l, might end not-so-good have not decided yet, forbidden romance au, fluff, angst, classism and discrimination, swearing, kissing, grief and discussions about death/terminal illness, i know nothing abt cars so don't @ me lol, rich boy poor girl situation, first world problem type beat, written in third pov this time!, any other warnings will be provided at each indiv chapter

▷ status. ongoing, not super high priority tho

▷ total wc. tbd

a/n: this one's been stuck in drafts for quite awhile, but i have a great fondness for this fic idea/au. i don't think p1h gets a lot of exposure on this site anyway, so i figured even if i didn't like /finish/, there'd at least be some kind of content out there ?

ACT I

scene i

scene ii

scene iii

scene iv

scene v

scene vi

...

taglist open (send an ask to be added)

#kflixnet #p1harmony x reader #hwang intak x reader #p1harmony oneshot #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony imagines #hwang intak oneshot #hwang intak imagines #hwang intak scenarios #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony angst

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sxtvrns · 1 year

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the conversations i’ve had with the moon ☆彡

grentperez’s first ep, conversations with the moon, in the form of six p1harmony fics.

a comfort album for my comfort group :)

all works listed are pure fiction. please do not repost, translate, etc. my work on other platforms. all stories are afab reader.

divider creds in fics: @danowh0re

YOON KEEHO！

still chatting…

CHOI JIUNG！

still chatting…

HWANG INTAK！

still chatting…

CHOI TAEYANG！

still chatting…

HAKU SHOTA！

purity and its presence in growth

Moving to Korea in the peak of your adolesence isn't easy. You just happened to be there to help. How can he miss you so much even though you only knew each other for an hour? Maybe exchanging numbers was a better idea than he thought.

word count: 12.9k

C: fluff, cute moments, inaccuracy, brainrot, baby p1ece don't slander me, needed to get this into my drafts immediately, kinda sloppy, drabble, puppy love, longer than it should be

🎶 now playing: my heart it beats for you

KIM JONGSEOB！

the firsts i’ve never felt

You find yourself wandering the headquarters after being left unattended. He finds himself unreasonably intrigued by you.

word count: 11.6k

C: meet cute, fluff, puppy love, inaccuracy, a bit sloppy, mentions of bullying, kinda rushed?

🎶 now playing: clementine

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xhdream · 1 month

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〔 hwang intak 〕

from newest to oldest

❥ fics:

❥ drabbles:

❥ more:

taking suggestive pics

sub!intak

dom!intak

#masterlist #p1harmony smut #intak smut

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milkyeudaemonia · 1 year

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✎ — UNDYING LOVE ; hwang hyunjin

synopsis. attempts to kill your husband convince you you’re either an awful murderer or your husband has incredible luck. pairing. hyunjin x afab! reader genre. fluff content. non-idol! au, rich artist hyunjin, married relationship, plenty of attempted murder, kinda just funny fluffy stuff, mentions of alcohol (and JOKINGLY, alcoholic jisung. he's not actually alcoholic), jisung is that one friend, light swearing wc. 1.8k words, 10,229 characters

MILKY’S NOTES . . . hyunjin has been biaswrecking me and writing this fic did in fact, not help at all

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“jinnie,” you chirped poetically, cracking the door open. you grimaced as you were hit with the potent smell of paint, “jisung called-”

hyunjin made a soft noise from where he flicked a thick paintbrush across a blank canvas. he’d been commissioned by no ends of millionaires after his recent exhibit, meaning he’d thrust himself into his studio with quiet jazz softening the silence in there.

“don’t tell me, his chick left him again?” your husband mused. you grinned, leaning on the doorframe as you refused to step in without his explicit permission.

“he’s so easy to read, huh?” you laughed, your eyes following the way his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he focused. he hummed in response, absorbed into his work. you’d never complain about moments like this - not only was it your husband’s passion that he cherished but it gave you luxury.

hyunjin’s wages came in above the average bracket of south korea’s civilians. you never struggled under your husband’s money, always having room for luxury after the bills were paid. you’d joke that sometimes he had too much money for his own good, cracking the line “perhaps you should get a secretary.” hyunjin clicked his tongue at you that day, lustful gaze on you as he stated “why? i have you.”

"i presume he wants to meet for drinks?" hyunjin's voice broke the smooth jazz that you couldn't wrap your head around. the scent of his many paints began to drive at your mind, causing you to become dizzy as you lingered at the door. you muffled a 'mhm' as you rested your head on your arm, propped up against the doorframe.

"as always."

you can't recall how you got into this situation in the first place. you were more than heavily obsessed with your husband, at his beck and call whenever he needed you. you loved him more than words and actions could express - so why did you take on jisung's god awful bet? you should have ignored the man, his breath strong with the vile smell of vodka and his words slurred.

but the bet intrigued you. why would he want his best friend dead? and at that, why did he want his best friend's wife to be the culprit? the spoon you was holding clinked against the side of the mug, filled to the brim with hot coffee you'd been making for hyunjin. you took a sharp intake of breath, your fingertips cold as they drifted over the foxglove seeds you'd grinded all night - digitalis, you thought to yourself. you'd made a poison out of something used in prescribed heart medicines, hoping it could cover your tracks at the eventual fall of your husband.

the powder fell into the liquid, disappearing as it was submerged through the swirls you created with the metal spoon. a lump formed in your throat, difficult to swallow and restricting your breathing as you carried the mug towards the lounge of your shared house, each step seeming more shaky than the last. hyunjin was sat on one of the couches, adorned with crocheted blankets and slogan pillows. jisung and changbin sat on the opposite couch, laughing and joking at whatever hyunjin had spewed from his mouth.

his attention turned to you the moment you entered, his eyes creasing into half moons as his lips turn upwards and his laugh turned slowly in a bright smile at the sight of his wife. your heart stopped, gaze flickering from hyunjin to the mug of poisoned liquid in your hand. was you really about to attempt murder on your own husband? snapping from the horrific thoughts in your head, you beamed lovingly back as you passed him the mug. your grip lingered on it for a split second more, almost unwilling to let him have it. yet your hands fell to his shoulders as you stood behind him.

hyunjin lifted the mug to his perfect lips and your eyes met jisung's from across the room, a smug look tugging his face.

i slid into the booth, placing my briefcase in the booth next to me as jisung grinned at me from where he was sipping his cup of tea. i shrugged my coat off my shoulders, glancing around the coffee shop he'd chosen for our drinks together.

"a coffee shop?" i mused, flagging down a waitress as jisung rolled his eyes, "unlike you, where's the hidden bottle of vodka?"

"fuck off hyunjin," jisung cursed quietly as a waitress approached, "i figured i'd try act sober for a day."

i rolled my eyes back at him, ordering a latte and thanking the waitress as she left our presence. jisung turned his attention to his phone, typing away obnoxiously loud as i stared at the people walking past the coffee shop window, minding their own business.

"so?" jisung piped up suddenly, his eyes staring holes through me from behind his glasses. i quirked a brow.

"so?" i repeated back, unsure of what he was expecting me to discuss from a one word starter. jisung groaned.

"all that art talent lacks up in here," he tapped his index finger to his skull before continuing, "her attempt, how did it go? i know she tried."

"digitalis," i leaned back into the booth, tapping lanky fingers on the wood table, "not bad, she was trying to cover it as heart failure i assume."

jisung snorted, bursting into laughter that i could only grin a little at.

"oh bless her heart."

bare skin touched freshly washed sheets, a wave of laundry detergent stinging your nose as you shuffled my legs into a more comfortable position.

"baby?" hyunjin called out from the house's entrance. you whined, face pressed into the pillows beneath you. you felt too sleepy to even remotely go welcome him home, "oh you're here."

your eyes opened slowly to adjust to bedroom's light as hyunjin flicked it on, dropping his coat by the foot of the bed. you admired the white buttoned up shirt paired with the black slacks as he crawled onto the bed, pulling you against him.

"i was exhausted," you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, listening to him chuckle, "sorry."

hyunjin shushed you, his cold fingers brushing your jaw as he tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours. he was smiling, his eyes glancing over your face and lingering on your lips.

"don't apologise, i'm sorry i woke you from your nap, princess." his voice was soft, just like his touch, luring you back into the nap you'd dearly departed from.

"i'm running out of ways!" you exclaimed through the phone to jisung, "either he's the world's healthiest man, or he needs to apply for the fucking lottery jisung!"

jisung laughed back, his laugh crackling slightly due to his awful reception.

"you're really struggling, ain't ya?" he cooed, mocking you as you groaned at his words, looking around the public park with desperation.

"why do you want him dead so bad?" your voice was hushed, spoken quietly as jisung fell silent on the other end of the phone. he sighed suddenly and you waited, holding your breath.

"perhaps i should come over for drinks," he started and you bit your tongue - that fucking alcoholic, "i'll text hyunjin."

the call was ended, leaving you bewildered yet seething with rage. you wanted answers, and all that damn fool could utter was about drinking? you clenched your hand around your phone, sighing as you lowered it to your side.

your gaze stared hyunjin down discreetly from across the dinner table, watching him tuck into the dinner you'd made. the one you'd also poisoned, once again, in a futile attempt to murder your husband. somehow he'd survived every attempt at murder you'd commit so far - including the pillow smothering and even as far as the carbon monoxide leak you'd endangered yourself with.

at this rate, it was clear that you were definitely not made to be a serial killer let alone a murderer.

"god, you're so good at cooking baby." hyunjin mumbled from across the table. better at cooking than you are murdering, you thought as you let your shoulders fall in defeat. this would be your last attempt, you settled. your husband simply wouldn't die and you were at your wits end. he survived a bullet to the head - much to the doctor's amazement as you sobbed at his bedside - so you were truly running out of ways and things to do.

"i'm glad," you choked out, sipping on your cola, "steak isn't my strong suite."

murder. murder isn't your strong suite.

the air was tense - at least that's how it felt to you as you sat silently next to your husband, jisung sat opposite you as usual. this was the so-called "drinks" jisung mentioned when you was back in the park the other day. the two men had a smug aura to them, smirks adorning their faces as their gazes turned from each other to your sheepish form cowered beside hyunjin. your hands bunched the cloth of your skirt into your fists as you became nervous for one of them to speak.

"i think it's about time we spoke up, isn't it, y/n?" jisung hummed, his rings tapping gently against the glass as he lifted his drink to his mouth, "about these past few months."

your heart froze. jisung wanted you to admit to your own husband about your crimes? was this whole thing a ploy to end your marriage? if it had been, you were sure that you'd learn how to murder just to get your revenge on jisung and his stupid, cocky smile.

hyunjin glanced down at you, his eyebrow raised. bitter tears stung at your eyes as your gaze fell down to the floor. jisung cleared his throat, lightening the thick air on you a little.

"hyunjin she's gonna cry i can't do that," he suddenly cracked up, making hyunjin chuckle as he reached across, pulling one of your hands from your lap to hold it, "y/n, he knew the whole time."

the words hit you like a rock, making you stare at jisung in disbelief for a few moments before you turned to hyunjin. he said nothing. he only gave you that smile you fell in love with back in high school, his eyes half moons again.

"then what the fuck was the bet for?" you croaked out, stunned as you sat forward, "why the fuck didn't you die?"

"jisung failed to tell you we're immortal, princess." hyunjin mused, resting back in the couch. there it was, another feeling like a rock had hit you.

"it isn't entirely my fault i was drunk when i made the bet..." jisung's voice dragged out as you and hyunjin shared a knowing glance. the man pouted, watching the two of you turn back to him.

"that smells like absolute bullshit," you huffed, taking your hand from hyunjin so you could fold your arms across your chest,

"so...i'm not just a shit murderer?"

#milky writes ➝ stray kids #— skz : hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fic #stray kids oneshots #x reader #stray kids x reader #milkyeudaemonia

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dat-town · 1 year

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own fic rec game

recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!

tagged by @restlessmaknae

tagging @lily-blue

dude, but like romantically - mark lee, 10k

i'm usually not your go-to uni au, slice of life or fluff writer but this was so much fun! honestly, probably the most fun i had writing a story in the last years because it didn't even feel like writing at times. i looked up mark-inspired playlists, i listened to him speaking in random lives and i just wrote without really knowing how i wanted this to end. i was there, you know, just for the ✨vibes✨ and i'm really happy that lots of people seem to enjoy it and think that it's mark-like. (so many that i just checked and it bet my hades!yoongi story in notes even though that had been my most popular writing for almost 5 years. wow.)

ignisum - hwang intak, 24.5k

world building! oh my god, i love world building. really, sometimes i get so swept up creating these little worlds for my stories that they end up being way more detailed than needed for the story. that's actually one of my favourite parts of writing and maybe that's why i love fantasy, dystopia etc. aus so much because i can do just that. the plot might not be the strongest (political intrigue isn't forte) but i really enjoyed creating ignisum and all these kingdoms. also for some reason i really like my fantasy aus with historical settings as well as badass girlies with smug boys, so really i put a lot of my favourite tropes here.

small doses - choi yeonjun, 7.8k

i don't think i have written anything so heavily focused on mental health before this one, so this was challenging but i think i could keep it realistic and i'm quite proud of that. also i have been wanting to work with such a now/then kind of contrast/parallel structure for a while, so i was glad that this story proved to be the perfect for that

bed warm, heart colds - min yoongi, 3.7k

i love mythology and fairytale aus a lot because they have so much potential and i love to twist the original story a bit, i love to explore their worlds, see if i can surprise people. and while this one i just wanted to jump on the train that claims that hades loved persephone and their love is tragic, i really wanted to put this here. i think this story was the first one i tried to write in a poetic-ish way and i still think back on it fondly.

destined to fall - kim taehyung, 33k

i'm pretty sure that if i were to read back this one, i would cringe really hard at parts and i would write it differently, but i'm still proud of the idea of it even if the execution wasn't that good. but it's okay, it wasn't an easy story to tackle and my longest for a long time (or maybe still is?) it was very interesting to jump in time, to create so many scenarios and try not to make it repetitive. i think my angst writing really took off with this one.

#tag game #stories

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dearly-somber · 2 months

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miscellaneous masterlist

a/n. kind of just a placeholder spot until groups/fandoms get enough solo-fic for a m.list lol <3

w/c. Tba (total)

navi.

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I just wanna get high with my best friend | w/c

p1harmony. hwang intak. high school!au.

#kpop x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop ff #kpop fic #kpop fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 fic #ao3 ff #smut #fluff #angst #the boyz #tbz #p1harmony #p1h

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enhypemen · 3 years

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K E Y

S = Smut

D = Suggestive Dialogue

F = Fluff

A = Angst

Stephen Yoon (Keeho):

Choi Taeyang (Theo):

Choi Jiung:

Hwang Intak:

Haku Shota (Soul):

unavailble

Kim Jongseob:

unavailable

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carpexiem · 3 years

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masterlist

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ fluff ✧ angst ♡ slice of life ✩ romance ღ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

ENHYPEN

(all members)

~ enhypen's reaction to you leaving your diary at their house ღ

~ enhypen reactions: you as their hallway crush! ღ

⇢ ˗ˏˋ lee heeseung

~ hate one, love the other ✧ ♡ ღ

~ (feature) memory's museum (tw !) ♡

⇢ ˗ˏˋ park jongseong

~ 00:37 ✧

~ ruined ♡

⇢ ˗ˏˋ shim jaeyun

~ nepenthe ♡ ღ

⇢ ˗ˏˋ park sunghoon

~ moon river ♡

~ my love ♡ ღ

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kim sunoo

~ i crumble ♡ ღ

⇢ ˗ˏˋ yang jungwon

~ 13:10 ✧

⇢ ˗ˏˋ nishimura riki

~ piqued. ღ [fic 1 of fantasy]

~ cursed. ♡ ღ

TXT

(all members)

~ memory's museum (tw !) ♡

⇢ ˗ˏˋ choi yeonjun

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋ choi soobin

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋchoi beomgyu

~ for i lost my sunshine, love, your moon ღ ♡

⇢ ˗ˏˋkang taehyun

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋ huening kai

~ should we? can we? ♡

P1HARMONY

(all members)

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋ choi taeyang (theo)

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋ yoon keeho

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋ choi jiung

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋ hwang intak

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋ haku shota (soul)

pending ↺

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kim jongseob

pending ↺

SERIES

O1. [ON HOLD] MAVERICK smau [enhypen jake x reader]

O2. [ON HOLD] overseas. smau [enhypen jay x reader]

O3. [ON HOLD] fantasy (a written series) [enhypen!member x reader]

Do not repost or plagiarise.

#enhypen #enhypen imagine #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #junwon #niki #nishimuria riki #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen au

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years

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Hoodie Season

F/M Pairing: Y/N X Hwang Hyunjin

Genre: Married Life AU

Warnings: Smut and Language

Word Count: 7K

Note: Another requested Fic! Enjoyyyy

It was a Friday morning and I refused to leave the familiar comforts of my bed. With the addition of the sun hitting just right from the low-slanted window, I was prepared to give up on the possibility of moving from my comfortable position, even if that meant missing work today. After all, I endured an endless barrage of tiring conditions throughout the week, listening to adolescent teenagers gossip and complain about every possible topic. Therefore, this type of treatment was certainly warranted, even if the sounds of the traffic outside proved to be an annoying disturbance.

I let out a yawn, turning onto my side to face away from the street, pausing when I realized that there was something beneath my hand. I reluctantly pried open one eye, glancing down to see what I had just discovered. Irritation boiled beneath my skin when I realized several pregnancy magazines were strewn across the sheets. “What the hell?” I groaned, suddenly losing any prior interest in sleeping. I gathered the magazines together before storming into the kitchen where Hyunjin was sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. I tossed the magazines onto the empty space in front of him. “You’re not exactly subtle these days,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

My husband glanced up at me over the brim of his coffee mug. “What do you mean?” he asked with innocent eyes.

“I don’t want kids right now, Hyunjin,” I said, glowering at him once more. “Isn’t it enough that we deal with students every day at school?”

“But they’d be our kids, Y/N,” he pouted, attempting to hand me a magazine from atop the messy pile.

I ignored his offering, shaking my head while storming into the kitchen. “I don’t care if they’re our kids, I’m not ready!”

“They’re so cute though,” Hyunjin said, opening one of the covers. “Look at how small they are!”

“Yeah? Well, they won’t stay that small forever,” I said. “And then they’ll be just like those horny high school demons we deal with every day.”

“Aren’t you being dramatic?” he asked which was quite ironic coming from the Hwang Hyunjin, AKA, one of the most over-dramatic people I have ever met in my entire life. The same Hyunjin who demanded that they move Mr. Henderson into a new classroom because he was located right next to the library where I worked and Hyunjin was certain he was flirting with me.

“Babe, you can’t even pretend to be serious,” I said, reaching for the cereal from the top shelf. “I think you’re determined to test me today.”

“Our babies would be so beautiful,” Hyunjin went on as if he was refusing to listen to my counter-arguments.

“You’re only acting like this because one of your friends had a kid.”

“Maybe,” Hyunjin shrugged, joining me in the kitchen as I spooned more Fruit Loops into my mouth. “But you can’t tell me that you weren’t enamored with your nieces at my mom’s Christmas party.”

“I was just being nice,” I grumbled, ignoring the way Hyunjin was now clambering for my attention, arms wrapped around my waist. Hyunjin was always clingy in the mornings, fresh-faced with the lingering effects of sleep clouding his eyes.

“Can you at least pretend to think about it?” Hyunjin whined.

“Maybe if you’re good,” I said, loosening his hold which allowed me to slip through to the other side of the counter. “Don’t forget that your little PR stunt woke me up early this morning, babe, and I don’t forgive easily.”

“Don’t act like you hated it,” Hyunjin said, reaching for the car keys out of the small dish we kept by the door. “Am I driving?”

“How else will I intake my daily caffeine addiction?” I asked, pouring the remaining coffee into a travel mug. “But slow down in the school zone, I don’t think our bank account can take another traffic violation.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “I was barely over the limit.”

I grinned at the way he tried to defend himself. “Give me twenty minutes to make myself look decent.”

“Wouldn’t want to scare the kids, right Y/N?”

“Thin ice, Hyunjin, you’re very close to sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Hyunjin smirked because he knew my threats were empty. I was weak for my husband and he liked to exploit my affections for him at every opportunity possible. For example, last night he pretended to be super excited for the new season of the Bachelor (even though he hates the show) just because he wanted me sat in his lap while he did his best to decorate my neck with colorful marks.

In conclusion, Hyunjin was my kryptonite, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hyunjin and I arrived at school fifteen minutes early, parting ways in the mostly full parking lot because the students definitely didn’t need to see the way he liked to grope my ass when we kissed. Despite working together, I rarely saw Hyunjin throughout the day unless he made-up some excuse to come see me in the library. But this was a rare occurrence since Hyunjin, as a dance teacher, really had no valid reason to need library resources.

Speaking of which, the library, at my personal request, was the glorified version of an introvert’s paradise. It was always quiet, thanks to my meticulous monitoring, and was equipped with a small digital lab and self-named “relaxation room” where students (and staff) could enjoy a variety of stuffed couches and reclinable chairs to simply forget about the other horrors of high school. I was especially proud of the library’s progress, updating equipment and technology yearly due to my persistence in applying for a variety of government grants. Yes, I was satisfied with my status as the school’s “cool” librarian who enforced the strict library rules of conduct while also allowing a smidgen of favoritism when one of my students brought in a candy bar to eat during lunch.

Of course, such sanctity was frequently disrupted by my husband and his friends who demonstrated absolutely no regard for silence. Han Jisung was the worst of them all, waltzing into the library in stride to ask for whatever set of books he needed for his English classes. While I prepared the cart, he would talk relentlessly about everything from his ex-girlfriends to the much-dreaded topic of his endless stories about Hyunjin’s wilder days back in college. “I wish you could’ve been there, Y/N,” Jisung would snort. “Hyunjin took shots like they were water.”

“Yes, I know,” I would grumble while ordering him to leave the library before the remaining students were permanently traumatized.

And when Hyunjin would visit me, which seemed unnecessary considering he taught dance classes, he always made sure to completely take over my office, feet propped up on my desk while pouting at me to sit on his lap. Which was the opposite of professional considering the masses of students lingering around the bookshelves. But that never seemed to deter Hyunjin who always found a new and creative excuse to visit the library.

Like begging me to allow him to use my coffee machine.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin said, following me as I navigated the complicated filing system in the backroom. “I’m only asking because Jisung broke the one in the teacher’s lounge! And you know it might take weeks before they purchase a replacement.”

“Interesting,” I said, thumbing across the file tabs. “We have a coffee machine at home, don’t we, babe?”

Hyunjin was quiet for a moment. “But what if I need more coffee later on?”

“One cup should be enough,” I nodded. “Caffeine isn’t good for you.”

“It’s actually great for me,” Hyunjin said. “If I didn’t have coffee, then I would be completely shut down by lunchtime.”

“I seriously doubt that,” I objected with a laugh.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin tried again. “As your husband-”

“- is that supposed to convince me?”

Hyunjin frowned. “I’ll clean the dishes and do the laundry until the machine in the lounge is fixed.”

I perked up instantly. “Well, I suppose I can make an exception for you...”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, starting for the small kitchen connected to my office. “I should have unlimited access.”

“And I should treat all my coworkers the same.”

“I’m offended, Y/N, please don’t tell me you’re sleeping with the other teachers.”

I glared at him. “For your information, you’re the one who's always touting professionalism in the workplace.”

“But that was before I started to miss you during the day,” Hyunjin said, adjusting the settings on my coffee machine. “You have a safe haven in the library.”

“It gets the job done,” I said, joining him at the machine. “Did you know we had a new student at school?”

“Yang Jeongin?” he asked, pulling back his mug to take a sip. “He’s in my first-period dance class.”

“That’s him,” I nodded. “I noticed that always comes in here during lunch. Do you think he has any friends?”

“I don’t know,” Hyunjin mused. “I don’t see him interacting with his classmates.”

I shivered because the topic at hand reminded me too strongly of my own experiences in high school. “I feel bad for him.”

“I’m sure he’s fine, babe,” Hyunjin reassured me. “If it makes you feel better, then I could talk to him tomorrow?”

“Would you do that for me?” I asked, holding on to his arm.

“Of course,” Hyunjin said. “Unlike you, I don’t ask for much when I’m doing something nice for my spouse.”

“Who else is going to keep you in check?” I asked him, pushing myself off from the counter.

Hyunjin gave my ass a polite swat on my way out the door. “Remember that we’re meeting Jisung and his new girlfriend for dinner.”

I groaned at the reminder. “Explain to me again, babe, why do we have to do that?”

“Because he’s my best friend,” Hyunjin said. “And he’s trying to make things less awkward.”

“Are we going to show up for all of his dates?” I asked. “To keep things less awkward?”

“You’re honestly just as dramatic as I am,” Hyunjin commented. “He’s only asking me for a small favor, and...” He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “If you’re a good girl, then I might reward you when we get home later.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s been a while since we’ve been out, hasn’t it?”

Hyunjin grinned at my willing compliance.

Han Jisung’s new girlfriend was...interesting, to say the least. She arrived with her arm tucked securely around Jisung’s while dressed in a bright pink mini-skirt and lime green crop-top that left very little to the imagination. The moment she walked into the restaurant, every pair of eyes watched as she shimmied through the tables, greeting Hyunjin and I like we had known each other since childhood. “You guys look great!” she exclaimed, leaning across the table to offer my cheek a polite tap. “Girl, you have to tell me who does your hair.”

“Oh...” I trailed off, glancing at Hyunjin anxiously because my husband had forgotten to mention that we were meeting an eccentric child. Because Jisung’s girlfriend didn’t look a day over the legal age.

“I’m Hailey,” she announced, smacking her gum obnoxiously.

Meanwhile, Jisung was smiling like an idiot. “I hope we’re not late.”

“Of course not,” Hyunjin said and I rolled my eyes since apparently being half an hour late for your reservation was perfectly acceptable.

“Holy shit, you look like a runway model!” Haily declared, pointing at Hyunjin with exaggerated motions. “Honey, you didn’t tell me that you were friends with someone this gorgeous.”

I frowned at the comment while Hyunjin just shifted uncomfortably next to me. “Thank you?”

“Jinnie’s always been a lady killer,” Jisung said, pulling out Hailey’s chair before taking the seat next to Hyunjin.

“But you’re all married now,” Hailey pouted as if she was actually disappointed with Hyunjin’s marital status despite the fact that she had come here with Jisung.

“2 years,” Hyunjin said with a dramatic flourish of his wrist. “Woohoo!”

“Y’all got kids and stuff right?” Hailey asked, ignoring the waiter who had arrived at our table, clearing his throat to get her attention. Thankfully, Jisung had enough sense to dismiss him with a request for two glasses of water.

“Not yet,” Hyunjin said, more attentive now that the topic had switched to a topic that he favored. “We’re planning on having two or three.”

I kept my mouth firmly shut because Hyujin was clearly living in an alternate universe. “That’s amazing,” Haily gushed, leaning into Jisung. “Did you hear that, Sungie? Isn’t that like the ultimate dream?”

“Is it?” Jisung questioned, offering Haily a gentle kiss. “Do you want kids someday?”

“A whole house full of them,” Hailey exclaimed and Hyunjin offered me a shit-eating grin like that somehow proved that I was in the wrong for denying him any children.

“We’re still talking about it,” I effectively inserted.

“Sungie tells me that you’re both teachers,” she continued, driving the conversation in an entirely new direction.

“I’m a librarian technician,” I said. “Hyunjin teaches dance.”

“Wow,” Hailey gushed. “That’s so cool, Hyunjin.”

I grimaced because apparently, Librarians weren’t as qualified to be considered cool. “I’m lucky that I have such willing students,” Hyunjin said, nodding appreciatively.

Sometimes, Hyunjin loved being the center of attention.

“I’m in like some sort of dance club at my university,” Hailey said and I nearly choked on my wine.

“You’re in college?” Hyunjin asked, flashing Jisung a reprimanding look that sent the younger into a rapid explanation.

“She’s a Senior,” Jisung said as if that made everything better. “You’re graduating soon, right babe?”

“Supposedly,” Hailey said, making a mess of the breadsticks in the center of the table. “I have to somehow pass this boring math lecture first.”

Hyunjin was not convinced and neither was I considering Jisung’s problematic history of dating younger girlfriends. “How long have you been with Jisung?”

“I don’t know,” Haily shrugged indifferently. “Maybe two weeks.”

“And are you staying on campus, Hailey?” I asked the young girl who nodded affirmatively.

“Jisung wants me to move in though,” Hailey said and that was the last straw for Hyunjin who abruptly stood from the table.

“Jisung,” my husband murmured quietly. “Let’s talk outside for a moment.”

Jisung bowed his head, cheeks flushed because he knew that Hyunjin was moments away from one of his famous lectures. “Okay.”

Hailey was silent until they were out of earshot. “That was weird, right?”

I feigned indifference, even as my mind thought up several creative ways to kick Jisung’s ass for trying things out with someone who was at least ten years younger than him. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if said significant other was employed at some kind of big business as opposed to the salon next to her university. But I didn’t want to let Hailey know that anything was amiss, so I reached across to grab her hand. “Everything’s fine.”

Internally, I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

I woke up to the feeling of Hyunjin’s hard erection pressing against my ass. “Babe,” I groaned, attempting to fend off the lingering effects of sleep.

Hyunjin grunted from behind me, drawing his hips in methodical circles. “What?”

“Your dick,” was all I could manage before yawning over my words.

“Fuck, I was having a good dream,” Hyunjin whined. “Remember that bathing suit you wore on our honeymoon?”

“The bikini?”

“Yeah, I still think about it a lot.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re hard because of my bathing suit?”

“More precisely, you in the bathing suit.”

“Whatever,” I said, rubbing my face against my pillow. “The alarm hasn’t gone off yet.”

“That gives us time,” Hyunjin said suggestively, drawing a hand along the contour of my hip bone.

“To sleep.”

“No, Y/N,” Hyunjin countered, presence heavy as he drew himself up higher against the headboard. “You don’t even have to do anything.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “But don’t blame me if I fall asleep.”

“You know my dick’s better than that,” Hyunjin said, fussing over my panties as he pulled them down beneath the sheets. His fingers dug into my thigh, lifting my leg to a more comfortable position over his hip. I could feel his cock, thick and prodding, as he adjusted himself behind me.

“Are you ever gonna put it in?” I asked drowsily, wincing at the sudden penetration of his cock inside. “Shit, slow down you animal!”

“Sorry,” he murmured, slowing drawing out before pushing back in at a more acceptable pace.

“Slow is good,” I continued, adrenaline rushing through my sleep-deprived body, reacting to his advances with tentative thrusts back against him.

“It’s good, right?” Hyunjin asked with a touch of arrogance, reaching around me to play with my clit.

“It’s always good,” I said, deciding to satiate his ego for once, especially now that I was fully aroused, cognizant of the heavy drag of Hyunjin’s cock.

His vacant hand wandered up my shirt, teasing a nipple as he continued to punctuate each heavy drag of his cock with a low grunt of effort. “I feel like it’s been ages since we did this.”

“I guess you’re still horny from the ego boost Jisung’s girlfriend gave you last night.”

“What are you talking about?”

I imitated her voice. “Oh, Hyunjin, you must be in great shape from dancing all the time.”

“She’s right,” Hyunjin said, tightening his hold as he kicked his hips aggressively, slamming into me like he was trying to make a point. “Have you seen my thighs, babe?”

“I like to ride them.”

“Fuck,” Hyunjin cursed, pressing even more insistently at my clit while his cock continued to fill my core. “I feel like a teenager again.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't think I can last much longer either,” I said, panting as Hyunjin started to increase the power of his thrusts, chasing his own orgasm while I focused on the way it felt to be stimulated by his skilled fingers and impressive girth.

“Can I cum inside?” he asked, voice desperate but I remembered that I forgot to take my birth control pill the other day.

“Outside,” I said, reaching back to push against his chest. “I’ll suck your dick.”

“Please,” Hyunjin agreed without hesitation, pulling out with a wince while I tried to steady my shaky legs, straddling his thigh while leaning down for his cock. Hyunjin curled his fingers through my hair, directing my head to the tip, allowing my tongue to get its first taste of his pre-cum.

I hollowed my cheeks, taking in as much of his cock as I could before I felt the tip barely touch the back of my throat. Still, it was enough to make me gag and I pulled back to avoid the risk of walking around school with a sore throat all day. I took the remainder of his cock into my hand, tightening my grip at the base which rewarded me with a loud moan from Hyunjin. Meanwhile, I had slowly started to rock myself back and forth on his thigh, aiming for my own release while trying to encourage Hyunjin to cum down my throat.

“Beautiful,” he said, eyes filled with tears and adoration as he watched me take in more of his cock, nose brushing against his skin.

It only took a few more moments for Hyunjin to finally cum, throwing back his head as his hips jolted against the bed. I swallowed him down with a grimace because I still hated the taste of cum no matter how many times I offered him a blowjob. Pulling off his spent cock, I focused on myself, reaching down to give my clit a few more well-placed strokes before I was following him into a hormone-induced coma.

I fell against his chest, allowing him to run his hand up and down my back. “Babe, you’re my hero.”

I snorted at his comment. “What time is it?”

“We still have five minutes.”

“Good,” I groaned. “I’ll need every second to recover.”

Hyunjin chuckled. “Want to take your mind off it?”

“Maybe,” I said, appreciating his warmth. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Jisung,” Hyunjin said. “I gave him a stern lecture last night.”

“You go, babe.”

“Seriously, I can’t believe he’s dating a college student.”

“The Han Jisung? Nothing he does surprises me.”

“He says he really likes this girl.”

“No offense,” I said. “But I hope that was to defend himself because the girl is a nightmare.”

“Might finally put Jisung in his place.”

“Nobody can do that,” I said, using my arms to leverage myself back into a sitting position. “How bad is my hair?”

“My fingers weren’t helpful.”

“A shower then,” I nodded, glancing back at the bathroom. “You wanna join?”

Hyunjin’s breath caught. “I think you’re spoiling me, babe.”

It had become a recurring pattern, watching Jeongin walk into the library during his scheduled lunch period. Every day, he sat down at one of the computers in the lab to play some kind of online game that I didn’t protest since he wasn’t disturbing the other students. Truthfully, I didn’t really care one way or another, but I was starting to feel like Jeongin was intentionally avoiding his classmates. I understood that it was probably hard to transfer schools, but to attend classes by yourself with no friends to support you?

I shuddered at the thought, making up my mind as I carefully approached him. “Jeongin,” I said, awkwardly leaning against the side of the computer desk. “That was the bell for lunch.”

The younger boy glanced up to me timidly. “Oh, well I thought it was okay for students to spend lunch in the library.”

“It is,” I acknowledged. “But I thought you might want to spend some time with your friends.”

Jeongin ducked his head down, cheeks blushing red. “Not really.”

“Okay,” I said, struggling to finish my thoughts before spotting Hyunjin walking into the library. “I’ll be right back,” I said before practically sprinting to meet Hyunjin in my office. “Come here,” I said, pulling him to the side. “We have a problem.”

“I know,” he said with tired eyes. “I have no coffee.”

“Hyunjin,” I chastised him quietly. “That new kid always spends his lunch period in the library. He says he’s not interested in hanging out with anyone.”

“Well, that’s his choice,” Hyunjin said. “Some kids are really shy.”

“I know,” I grumbled. “But you know I was the same way in high school and I regret it now, hiding in the library during lunch because I had nobody to sit with.”

“You were a nerd too,” Hyunjin giggled.

“Do you want to keep using the coffee machine?”

“Sorry, babe.”

“Anyway,” I continued. “I think we should help Jeongin make some new friends. What about group activities in your dance classes?”

“I guess,” Hyunjin relented. “But I don’t want to force him.”

“You assign the groups then,” I said. “And let me know how he reacts.”

“Well, just based on what I’ve seen so far, he definitely prefers to be alone.”

“Then we have to reach out to him,” I said, holding tight to Hyunjin’s arm. “Nobody should be alone all the time.”

“He may not like it if we try to force him into something.”

“Then we back off if he shows any signs of being uncomfortable,” I said, raising my hands in surrender. “A compromise.”

“If you really insist,” Hyunjin said, gliding past me for the coffee machine. “I’ll do my best, and I’ll let Chan and the others know.”

“Oh!” I gasped. “That’s a great idea! I can talk to the other teachers in the lounge!”

Hyunjin chuckled. “I thought you hated the teacher’s lounge?”

“Yeah? Well, I’m making an exception for the betterment of a student,” I proclaimed, waiting until Hyunjin finished refilling his coffee mug before ushering him out into the hallway. “Who’s usually in there?” I asked as we walked together.

“Jisung,” Hyunjin said. “Maybe Chan and Felix.”

“Chan and Jisung might be helpful,” I conceded. “What about Felix? Does Jeongin take art classes?”

“Babe, I don’t have his schedule memorized.”

“That’s first on the list,” I said with a nod.

We both paused outside the lounge as I attempted to listen in on the conversation progressing behind closed doors. “Who is that?”

Hyunjin chuckled, reaching past me for the door handle. He pushed it open wide, allowing us enough room to join the small group of teachers loitering between scheduled classes. “Y/N!” Jisung immediately greeted me, waltzing over to take my arm. “You never come in the lounge.”

“I’m making an exception,” I said, allowing Jisung to pull me to the table where Chan, Felix, and Changbin were all sitting together.

“You guys,” I said, sliding into an available seat. “What’s going on?”

Changbin eyed me suspiciously. “You never come here unless you want something.”

From behind my chair, Hyunjin snorted. “It’s one hell of a mission.”

“I knew it!” Felix declared, leaning back in his chair. “What sort of personal vendetta do you have now?”

“I’m offended,” I said, crossing my arms sternly over my chest. “Aren’t we all friends?”

“Of course we are, Y/N,” Chan said soothingly, ever the voice of reason.

“Exactly,” I agreed. “Which is why I need your help.”

Felix groaned, but I quickly jumped in to assure him. “It’s about that new kid, Yang Jeongin.”

“What about him?” Changbin grunted. “Other than the fact that he hates running exercises.”

“He’s taking gym?”

Changbin nodded, picking at the meager salad in front of him. “I don’t understand why.”

“Because it’s destiny,” I said, holding out my arms. “We’re meant to help guide him down the right path.”

“What path is that?” Changbin asked.

“The path of redemption,” I said, elbowing Hyunjin from behind when I heard him laughing. “He’s always in the library during free periods. I don’t think he’s adjusting to the school.”

“It happens with transfers,” Felix shrugged.

“But we can do something to help him,” I said. “Encourage him to make new friends and meet new classmates.”

“You want us to help with your ‘No Child Left’ behind agenda?” Changbin asked.

“I want you to help me lift a student’s self-confidence,” I said. “Jeongin is a sweet kid. He just needs a good push in the right direction.”

“Basically,” Hyunjin interrupted, leaning over me. “Y/N had no friends in high school and she wishes that there was a kind, sweet librarian with a great ass to help guide her way.”

“Don’t bring my ass into this,” I said, ducking away from his hold. “So what do you guys think?”

Felix sipped at his tea. “He’s not in any of my classes, but I guess it’s worth a shot.”

“Why not?” Jisung suddenly commented. “I think it’s a good idea.”

“You’re just trying to make up for last night’s dinner disaster,” I said, “but I’m willing to let you this time.”

Jisung let out a whoop while Changbin and Chan considered my words. “It’s fine with me,” Chan said. “Changbin?”

“Alright,” Changbin relented. “But this is your fault if the kid turns against us.”

“Trust me, nothing bad is gonna happen.”

A few days later, I received an urgent notice from the nurse’s office which was surprising considering the fact that I was usually stuck in the library all day. I sighed over my ever-growing stack of paperwork, gathering my cell phone before leaving the sanctity of my quiet office. There was an order form calling my name that I had been neglecting for several weeks now, but I figured that the unexpected notice could prove to be a legitimate distraction. After all, I was quite curious concerning why I was suddenly needed away from the library.

I paused outside the door to the nurse’s office, trying to listen to the sounds of conversation. Faint voices filtered through the barrier, including one that sounded awfully familiar. I held my breath as I walked inside, discovering my husband lying on top of the examination table. Hyunjin winced as the school nurse wrapped an ice pack around his ankle. “Fuck it hurts.”

“Hyunjin,” I said his name and my husband turned around to face me with a start. “What happened?”

“Y/N,” Hyunjin cried while reaching out for me. “Why did you take so long?”

“Really?” I immediately questioned him. “Babe, you’re the one with a bandage on your foot.”

“Well, yeah,” he said. “I twisted my ankle.”

I closed my eyes before releasing a sigh. “How did this happen?”

“Student-teacher race,” Hyunjin replied as if that possibly provided enough context for me to understand.

“A race?”

“Changbin thought it might be fun if the students competed against the teachers,” Hyunjin explained. “Like a reward.”

“You’re rewarding the students by putting your life in danger?”

“My life was never in danger, Y/N,” Hyunjin said with a sigh.

“Then why are you hurt?” I asked him, reaching over to land a scolding hit to his arm.

“Hey!” Hyunjin complained, holding his bicep now despite the ice packet still resting over his ankle.

“You idiot,” I groaned. “You aren’t 16 anymore. Why are you trying to outrace a bunch of student-athletes anyway?”

“Maybe I did it for you,” Hyunjin announced dramatically, falling rather ungracefully against the table.

“Why is participating in a race so important to me?”

“You said you wanted to get closer to that Jeongin kid,” Hyunjin explained. “He asked me to run with them.”

“Jeongin did?” I asked, suddenly unable to stop myself from laughing, practically slumping over Hyunjin’s lap.

“What’s so funny?”

“I may have told him a funny story about his dance instructor from your college days.”

Hyunjin gasped. “You didn’t!”

I shrugged. “I was trying to make him feel better.”

“By outing my humiliating secrets?”

“It was a worthy sacrifice, babe,” I said with a grin. “Just be glad I wasn’t there to watch it happen.”

“You’re always so supportive,” Hyunjin said, faintly protesting when I leaned down to offer him a gentle kiss. “Is this an apology?”

“I’m really proud of you, Hyunjin,” I said, reaching down to adjust the pillow propping his ankle.

“Whatever,” Hyunjin grumbled. “The kid was important to you.”

“But you didn’t have to go that far,” I said, gliding my fingers through his hair because I knew he loved the action.

“Maybe you can blow me later and all will be forgiven.”

“Done.”

The following week, I spotted Jeongin walking through the library on his way to class. He paused at one of the bookshelves, fingers skimming the faded spines. “Hey!” I said, catching his attention. “You weren’t in the library yesterday.”

“I know,” he said with a wide smile. “I was eating with some friends.”

My heart warmed at his words. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes trained downward. “They seem pretty cool.”

“Jeongin,” I cooed because it was impossible to resist his adorable smile. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

“I know you had something to do with it,” the younger boy said and my smile instantly disappeared. “But it’s okay, I’m really glad you decided to help me.”

“Jeongin..” I started but broke off when I took a moment to study the crooked aspect to his knowing grin.

The doors to the library interrupted the brief silence that had descended between us, and Chan walked in with his eyes scanning over a folder that he held between his hands. “Ah! I’m interrupting something,” he said, looking back and forth between me and Jeongin.

“Oh, I was on my way out,” Jeongin said, bowing respectfully to Chan as he passed him.

Chan watched him go before looking to me for answers. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course,” I said, quickly switching the subject. “Did you need something?”

“Just a class copy of these books,” Chan said, holding up his folder. “Do you think you can help me bring them back to my classroom?”

“Why not?” I shrugged, taking the folder from Chan. “I have some free time before I have to file a few things.”

I guided Chan around the library to collect the books on his list, casually talking with him about one of the new teachers in the Science department. “Minho?” I said, vacantly scanning the barcodes of a display with textbooks.

“Yeah, he’s starting next week,” Chan said, grunting as he adjusted his hold on the giant stack of books collecting in his arms.

“Should be interesting,” I said, adding one last textbook to the pile in Chan’s arms. “Is this everything?”

“I hope so,” Chan grumbled. “Do you need my teacher ID?”

“I’ll scan it later,” I said, watching him struggle. “Let’s go before these end up on the floor.”

Chan let out a grateful sigh, and I maintained a careful distance at his side to ensure that my precious books wouldn’t suddenly drop from his hold. Thankfully, Chan seemed to have everything under control, like he was prone to do in most aspects of his life for which I was grateful. “Jeongin’s doing much better,” Chan remarked to me in passing as we walked together to his classroom.

“Yeah, he really seems to be opening up, especially after Hyunjin’s stunt in the gym.”

Chan snorted at the reminder. “I wish you could have been there, Y/N. But, if you’re curious, Changbin has the whole incident on video.”

“I’d love to see that...” I trailed off, spotting Hyunjin approaching on his new crutches.

“You know, I could hear you all the way over here!”

“Hyunjin,” I said, meeting him halfway so that he wouldn’t need to walk as far. “I was planning to come by and see you.”

“My arms hurt constantly,” Hyunjin said, adjusting his stance. “Honestly, I don’t even think these things are necessary.”

“Doctor’s orders,” I said swiftly, directing a quick goodbye to Chan before I was redirecting Hyunjin back to his classroom. “And don’t even try to demonstrate any crazy dance choreographies for these kids.”

“How else are they gonna learn?” Hyunjin demanded, even as he leaned more of his weight against my side for additional support.

Later that night, after a rather long day of ensuring that Hyunjin didn’t try to do anything too outrageous, the two of us finally returned home. I was rather proud of myself since Hyunjin was still in one piece. I half-expected to receive another call from the nurse’s office because my husband decided he needed to show off his moonwalk to impress his students.

In any case, what Hyunjin didn’t know was that I had started thinking a lot about the future, especially after everything that he did to help Jeongin. Suddenly, the idea of having kids was a lot less unappealing. This is why I immediately started for the bathroom, a new purpose driving my steps, while Hyunjin carefully made his way across the living room.

I opened the medicine cabinet to retrieve a familiar box, returning to our shared bedroom to find Hyunjin laying in bed, phone in hand as his eyelids fought to stay open. Gingerly, I handed him my current prescription of birth control, watching as he struggled to focus. “What’s this?”

“Surprise!”

“Isn’t there an easier way to tell me that you’re running low?”

I rolled my eyes at his question. “That’s not what I meant.”

Hyunin frowned, taking the box from me. “It’s almost 9:00, Y/N.”

“You’re really bad at subliminal messages,” I said, kneeling down on the bed. “I’m giving the rest of the prescription to you because I’m not taking it anymore.”

Hyunjin’s eyes slowly widened as he processed my words. “But that means...

“I don’t mind the idea of kids anymore,” I said. “Especially if they turn out like Jeongin.”

“Y/N,” Hyunjin grinned, wordlessly tackling me against the bed. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I am,” I informed him, tracing my fingers across his pretty lips. “I want to have kids with you. Preferably a boy, so we should start eating a ton of potassium.”

“What?”

“To increase our chances, Hyunjin,” I said. “There’s science behind the kind of diet you eat.”

“You’re trying to tell me that if I eat more potassium, then we’ll have a boy?”

“Well, it helps our chances.”

Hyunjin still appeared doubtful, but his eyes were warm. “Whatever you want.”

“That’s right,” I agreed brightly, wrapping my arms around his neck to draw him in closer.

“Y/N, I love you,” Hyunjin said, leaning down for a sweet kiss. “You know how much this means to me.”

“I know,” I agreed, snuggling up against his chest. “For the record, I love you more.”

“Should we put that to the test?”

I closed my eyes as I resisted a smile. “Goodnight, Hyunjin.”

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