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clearlydiamondz · 3 years

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Your Only Fan

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Erik Finds out his best friend slash crush has an only fans. Things go a little right once he finds out.

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content

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It was a Friday night, which meant that (Y/N) was getting a chance to see her best friend, Erik. Or E, which she calls him. It’s been a minute since she seen him considering she’s been caught up in her school work and he’s been caught up in whatever he had going on.

Erik was excited when he saw that she messaged him, asking if he wanted to come over and watch a movie. Instantly he answered.

E: Awe, lil baby miss me :( lol

(Y/N): how you my best friend and you don’t even come see me no more. i feel neglected.

E: Don’t worry, I’ma be there in an hour..

(Y/N): make it 30?

E: oh u desperate? aight, 30 min it is.

Erik grabbed his belongings, grabbing his adidas bag packing an overnight bag. After getting his phone and charger, he made his way out the door and to his car.

(Y/N) finished up cleaning herself up after doing a session on her Only Fans. After about an hour, she earned about a good 900 alone from just tips and subscriptions. This was one of the good nights.

She made her way out of her bathroom, go to her little recording area cleaning all the toys and things before Erik got there. She didn’t want her best friend to find out about her dirty little secret. It was something that she wanted to keep buried for as long as she could.

She wasn’t ashamed of being a sex worker, she supported other girls. Spoke very strongly about it online. Even did some work with other girls and guys. She just didn’t want everything to change between her and Erik if he ever found out.

She was in the kitchen making her famous dip when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw Erik walking in with his things in his hands. “Wassup big head?” he said walking into the apartment as she smile at him.

“Hi E, so I found this perfect movie for us to watch.” she said as he groaned.

“It better not be no scary movie.” he said as she pouted.

“Nevermind,..” she mumbled looking down as he laughed. “Lemme put my shit down and Ima come show you some love.” he said as she nodded. There was no question that had (Y/N) had feelings for her best friend. How could she not? He was handsome, kept up with himself, a gentlemen. The way he talked and made her blush. It was hard not to have feelings for this man.

Erik walked into the room putting the extra clothes in the empty drawer she had for him. As he was putting the clothes inside, she heard his phone going off. He grabbed it seeing that it was one of his friends, Tyrel sending him an iMessage and picture.

Ty: bro , u know bout this??

Erik confused, opened up the picture to see an Only Fans profile. He was about to question him about it until he saw the profile picture.

“Is that-”

PearlyPerfection

Hi, my name is (Y/N), come visit me on my page to come play with me.

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself. It took everything in him not to pull up OnlyFans on his phone, but it was failed. Miserably. He searched her name, sitting on the bed looking at one of the thumbnails on the videos. He saw that it was a price for ten dollars a month for the basic subscription fee. After paying for it, he clicked on the video.

“Hi daddy...’ she seductively whispered to the camera. She had on a white and black school girl outfit that barely covered her ass and pussy. Her skin was oiled, shining looking like milk chocolate. “My pussy been so wet just thinking about you. Do you want to see?” she gushed biting her lip.

Erik couldn’t contain the weapon that swing between his legs. Just by the second it was getting harder looking at her. She sat back against the pillows opening her legs to show her wetness.

Okay.. now I understand why she’s called Pearly Perfection...

If it wasn’t perfect, it was close to. The wetness spread across her outer lips, making her skin gloss. She spread her lips with her fingers, the yellow acrylic really contemplating her skin complexion, letting the wetness get on her fingers as she moved it up and downward to the entrance.

“Ooh that feels good..” she moaned quietly to herself. She dipped a finger inside, slowly fucking herself with it. She lifted her leg, slapping her vulva before leaning forward grabbing something behind the camera. She came back into frame with a clear dildo. She grabbed it, looking into the camera before licking the tip of it. She placed her mouth on it before deep throating it, basically shallowing the entire thing.

“Damn-”

“Erik!” he heard from the kitchen. “Everything good?”

“Uh yeah, I’m coming!” he exclaimed standing up. He exited the tab before placing his phone in his hoodies pocket. He stood up adjusting his issue, before walking out to the kitchen to see her pouring dip chips into the bowl.

“You good? Look like you seen some shit?” she said chuckling as he shook his head.

“If only you knew.” he whispered but she heard him.

“Did you say something?”

“Nah..” he walked into the living room grabbing the remote as she looked at him a bit confused. Damn, I can’t even get a hug..

She grabbed the dip and chips walking to the living room, placing it on the coffee table. She walked back grabbing herself a wine cooler and Erik a beer. She walked back walking past him plopping down on the sofa.

“I hope you found a good movie since you want to watch a damn scary movie.” she joked, all Erik did was just chuckle before going through the list. She looked at Erik waiting for a smart comeback but nothing.

“Erik... are you okay?” she asked him touching his cheek as he looked at her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re acting strange. If something happened than you can talk to me.” she reassured him as he smiled. Erik turned back to the screen before picking a random action film.

About an hour into the movie, (Y/N) leaned forward grabbing some dip and chips, her shirt was risen up a bit showing her red laced underwear and her back side. It was usual that (Y/N) dressed like that around him, they were comfortable with it. But for known reasons, it had Erik squirming in his seat. She looked back to see why he was moving so much.

“Erik.. are you sure you’re okay?” she asked him as he nodded. She leaned back and he moved to the opposite side of her. “That’s it.” she grabbed the remote pausing the movie.

“The hell is wrong with you?” she asked him standing up as he looked up at her.

“What do you mean? I’m not-”

“Yes you are. You acting like you can’t touch me. You haven’t even eaten my dip and you eat my shit up as soon as it hits the table. I know when there is something wrong with you and there is something bothering you.” she said to him as he sighed scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest with you but be honest with me.” he said as she nodded. “Do you have an only fans?” The question rightfully was a curve ball but she would never like to Erik. Plus, if he was asking about it most likely he already knew the answer.

“Yes..” she trailed off. “How did you find out?” she asked him. Her heart was beating fast, so loud she could hear it in her own ears.

“Ty sent me a picture of the profile.” he said as she rolled her eyes.

“Wow, creepy ass nigga.” she said smacking her teeth.

“No offense but there are a bunch of creepy ass niggas on Only Fans.” he said sitting up as she sighed. “Why you never told me about this?”

“Look how you’re acting. You can’t even touch me. I don’t want it to change things between us. That’s the last thing that I want to happen. A-And your acting different.” she pouted as he sighed. “Like if you ashamed that you are friends with me just up and say that. Trust me, it’s feels way more better than being- than being treated like I’m dirty or something.” Erik saw her eyes watering, and his entire mood changed. For a split second he forgot he was friends with a water bag.

“Wait, (Y/N) it’s not like that.” he stood up cupping her cheeks in his hands looking at her. “I don’t care what you do , you will always my best friend. I won’t ever look at you differently.” he said to her as she started to sniffle.

“So why are you acting like this?”

Erik mentally cursed at himself. Now he really is going to have to admit that he watched a video and felt some type of way about it. It was all happening the wrong way. “Before I admit it to you, there is something else I should admit first" he said as she nodded. She sat down as he sat down beside her.

“First of all, I’m admitting this to you because I’ve let this shit drag on for way to long and I need to just to say it. (Y/N), I’ve always had a thing for you. I’ve always wanted you to be mine. Like in a way where we are more than just bestfriends.” he said as she took it all in.

"Erik I-"

“Wait, I’m not done yet. Out of curiosity, I went to your profile and I saw one of you’re videos. Ima keep it real, shit was sexy as hell. To the point where I wanna fuck the shit outta you.” he admitted. If there was one thing that she loved about him was how honest he was.

“Okay, I just want to start off by saying that I have feelings for you too. And I want to be more than just best friends...” she trailed off as he smiled at her. “And another thing, if you have an Only Fans, doesn’t that make you one of those creepy ass niggas that-” her sentence was cut off by him pinching her thigh. “Ow.. that hurt.” she pouted as he smirked at her. There was something in his eyes that she never seen before. She stood up before straddling his lap as his hands gripped her waist.

“Oh you bold.” he said as she nodded.

“So tell me, what did you think about my videos?” she whispered in his ear. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt her lips kissing along his neck.

“They were something.. I- ooh.” he moaned out as she started to whine directly on his dick. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head showing his bare chest. She traced her hands up his chest before throwing across his shoulders.

Erik leaned in, brushing his lips passed hers smirking. With a brief movement her lips connected with his, him immediately dominating hers. He kinda tasted the cherry lip balm that was on her lips, that made her lips smooth and soft. Their tongues traced along each others in a way, like Erik was giving up his dominance.

She bit her lip, standing up from his lap as she smirked at him. “What you doin/” he asked her. When she didn’t give him an answer, she got on her knees. “(Y/N).’ he said in a warning tone.

“What’s wrong daddy?” she asked him. The way she said that you would think it was sinful. “I always thought about you fucking my throat, Erik.” she said as she smiled. She pulled the waist band down from his Nike Sweat pants, noticing he was free balling. “Oh you are big...” she said grabbing the base of it. She squeezed it making him jolt his hips forward.

She kissed the tip, licking along it tasting his pre-cum. She knew Erik always kept up with himself. Drinking water and eating fruit. If he tasted like this now, she wanted to taste him when he bust in her mouth.

She wrapped her lips around his erection, before going downward, letting her throat relax around him. “Nasty ass bitch..” he grunted thrusting his hips upward. Seeing him like this had her dripping down her thighs.

She was messy, he liked that. Spit dropped down her chin along pre-cum.

“This is how you do it, huh? Freaky ass...” he said throwing his head back. She smiled at him. She hallowed her cheeks inward to make it tighter as he grunted. He grabbed her lifting him as she pouted.

“Fuck wrong with you?” he asked her.

“I wanted you to cum in my mouth..” she said as he chuckled. He leaned forward kissing her, there tongues sliding against each other. She was just like him she liked having that shit messy.

“Let me ride it, daddy..” she whispered to him, stroking his dick as he stood up. They quickly took off all their clothes as she pushed him back on the sofa. She hovered over it and before she could sit on it, he stopped her.

“You still on the pill, right?” he asked her as she nodded.

“Yeah I am..” she said making him smirk.

“Thank God, I don’t plan on pulling out.” he said as she bit her lip. She sink herself on it as the both of them whispered out a quiet ‘fuck’. By far, Erik was one of the biggest nigga’s she been with. She had dildos his size probably a little bigger, but it was different because he was fucking her back.

“Tight ass pussy, this shit wet for me huh?’ he grunted in her ear as she gasped. All she could do was moan. “Answer me..” he started to thrust his hips upward s she moaned out.

“Fuck, yes daddy.” she gasped out as he smirked, He was hitting a spot that she ain’t even believe was possible to reach. He rotated his hips in a way that made him hit ever inch of her wall.

“You’re so fucking deep, I feel it in my stomach.” she gasped as he smirked.

“Yeah take all this big dick. Take it like a big girl. Making a mess all over my shit, I should have you’re nasty ass get down on your knee’s and clean it up.” he taunted her as she fucked him back. She gained her confidence back.

She purposely made herself tight as he halted his movements. He leaned back grabbing her waist as she smiled. “Does it feel good, daddy?” she asked him as he grunted squeezing his eyes shut.

“You tryna make me bust this quick? Huh? Get up. I got something for you’re ass.” he said. She lifted herself off as he stood up. He picked her up, walking to her bedroom. He threw her on the bed getting in between her legs. She prepped herself up to see what he was doing as he kissed her up along her thighs.

He licked along her folds as she let out a huge sigh. He moved his tongue in slow circular motion applying pressure. “Oh shit, just like that.” she gasped. He moved his tongue downward to her entrance. She started to grind herself against his mouth, basically using him.

“That’s it, use my fucking mouth bitch.” he grunted. His tongue was demonic. She wasn’t expecting to come so close but damn was she getting a run for her money.

“FUCK! ERIK! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM...”

“Who’s stopping you?” he said to her. Within a couple of seconds, she came all over his tongue in lips with a piercing scream.

“Ass up face down. I’m beating that shit up until I’m done.” he grunted out at her. She turned on her stomach before lifting her ass in the air, creating the perfect arch.

Coming from behind, he entered her nice and slow as he winced. “Shit don’t make no sense. Why you giving me this good pussy, huh?” he said fucking her and she moaned. “I ain’t tell you again, answer me.”

“Because your dick feel so good in my pussy daddy..” she moaned out, gripping the sheets. She started fucking him back at the same pace. “Cum inside me please... I want it so bad.” she moaned as he smiled.

“Yeah, beg for my shit. Nasty Ass,” he grunted slapping her ass making her scream.. “Pussy making a straight up mess on my dick... shit fucking creaming.” he said looking at his dick. He paused her movement as she gasped at the sudden halt.

Erik was in a complete shock about what was happening. He was finally digging in her guts and he was about to bust all in her. He pulled out flipping her on her back as he settled in between her lips.

“Baby...” she moaned out as he smiled. Genuinely smiled.

“Talk to me..” he whispered kissing her shoulders as she shuttered.

“I’m so close.. please baby.” she whispered back looking into his eyes. The energy in the room instantly shifted. They weren’t fucking any more, they were making love.

He inserted himself inside of her as she let out at a satisfied sigh. He gave her slow strokes as he put his hands behind her to hold himself up. The strokes were slow and deep.

(Y/N) thought that the only sex she could enjoy was rough and hard, but she was just proven wrong about everything. She was loved this feeling. She didn’t know if it was because it was with Erik, but she needed more of this.

Erik was in his own world. His main focus was to make her cum. And he was close to itg just by the feeling. She was gripping him to the point where it was hard for him to move.

“Loosen up ma, shit tight as hell.” he said chuckling as she moaned.

“I’m sorry I’m so close..” she said as he nodded. He was close too, and most likely was going to cum before her.

Within a couple of seconds later he came deep. She felt his heavy load paint her walls, that triggered her own orgasm. She clawed at his back, definitely drawing a bit of blood. He collapsed right beside her as they both looked at each other.

“You do know that means that you are mine, right?” he said to her as she chuckled looking up at the ceiling. “I’m serious. I’m the only one that need to be getting all in that, you understand me?” he said as she nodded.

“Loud and clear..” she whispered before tucking herself under the covers.

“Quick question... why did you start doing it?” he asked as she sighed.

“Like two years ago, money got real tight. I started doing it, honestly I thought that it was just gonna be something for me to extra money on but than I blew up, and I started to get a lot of money from it. Now, I make enough money on it to pay all my bills, plus more. Including my job down at the restaurant.” she admitted to him.

“Hm, well I understand..” he said. Their was a sudden silence until he spoke up again.

“You could join me on my Only Fans. My fans would love seeing you fuck me.” she joked as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Shit, I don’t mind.”

“Wait you serious.”

“Dead ass.”

The next morning, Erik woke up in the bed, where it was empty. The smell of her cooking made him get out of the bed. After brushing his teeth and what not, he made his way into the kitchen to see she was making homemade pancakes.

The only thing she had on was one of Erik’s T-Shirts that he left over her the last time he was here, with some a pair of boy shorts. “Good morning.” he said walking behind her wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her neck as she smiled.

“Good morning to you too.” she placed the batter on the counter, turning around to look at him.

“Mm, you smell good.” he said. “I’m so glad that I can finally call you mine.” he replied as she smiled at him. Here she was thinking that it was just something said in the moment, but she was glad the feelings were genuinely real.

“I am too..”

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neoheros · 4 years

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how would haikyuu boys handle falling in love feat. kuroo + akaashi + tsukishima !!

kuroo tetsuro

being in a relationship with him is just a pretty chill experience tbh

i feel like kuroo wouldn’t really date anyone he’s not close to on a comfortable level

people be like: omfg he looks like a player tho

he’s literally not ???? like y’all telling me this man doesn’t look like the idea of having to interact with people he doesn’t know repulses him ? bye

he’s not ignorant, he just isn’t the type to get out there unless necessary yk?

he’s got a good friend group and he’s totally satisfied with that !!!!!!

so when he was 100% sure that he saw you as somebody he’d want to be more than friends with he was just like :0

kuroo at 5:37 am, thinking of that one time you handed him a bottle of water first: oh— oh shit

he doesn’t act on it first though because y’all have been friends for so long and what if you don’t like him back ???

he didn’t wanna ruin the thing he had with you because you were literally the only one who tolerated him sending tiktoks at 4 am in the morning

kuroo: omfg have you seen this one yet

you: bro it’s almost 5 am are you on crack

but eventually he got tired of just staring at you and admiring you from afar and having to make up some excuse when you catch him cause he just really likes looking at you :(

you: bro stop staring at me

kuroo: no, your face bothers me

you: due to personal reasons i will make you pass away ❤️

so one day he just decides to shoot his shot yk?

if you reject him that’s fine, he’ll just have to send numerous tiktoks to wash away the awkwardness afterwards

like he’ll be upset about it because holy crap he flat out adores you at this point but he’s also got a sense of boundaries and will totally respect your decision

BUT !!!! when you told him you liked him too he just 🥺👉👈

this man had the goofiest grin on his face for weeks on end and his heart is all over the place because all the things he imagined in his head to do with you is finally gonna come true !!!

don’t be fooled though !! nothing will change from your friendship !!! you’re still both really chill with each other except now y’all can hug and kiss and !!!!!

kuroo: don’t i look kinda good in this picture though

you: not really, let me take a better one

kuroo: stop taking me out of frame

in retrospect, it’s really fun to be in a relationship like the one you two have because there’s not much things to disagree on and the dynamic you both have just go so well !!!

there’s also not a lot of new things to do or be uncomfortable about because y’all have already done everything as best friends !!!!!!! it’s 🥺

you, seeing kuroo staring at you: what’re you looking at me for

kuroo, unnerved: you’re so pretty

you, caught off guard: it’s my time to pass away now i see 😌

you two joke around a lot but that doesn’t mean you two take whatever you say to heart

somewhere along the line, this made kuroo a bit worried on how you took his intentions though

he knew you were cool with messing with him but sometimes he wonders if what he says ever gets to you

so one night while the two of you are eating frozen yogurt in his car, you in his hoodie and just straight up vibing to the tiktoks that played as background music

he looks up, spoon in his mouth, “you know that i love you, right?”

“you’re so cheesy,” you tell him, laughing while you scroll up to the next video on the fyp

he leans back in his seat, eyeing you under the single yellow light of the car

you, barely looking up from your phone: i love you too though

akaashi keiji

being in a relationship with akaashi is quite literally the most gratifying thing

he’s 97% of your wise decision making and you’re very much thankful for that

when he first met you he honestly didn’t know what to think

his first impression of you? an indecisive impulsive mess

his second impression of you? a very cute indecisive impulsive mess

there’s not a single doubt that he was crushing on you H A R D

he doesn’t pay attention to it though because he knew how crushes often worked and most of the time they didn’t really work out

but the more he looked at you or stared at you from afar with a silly grin that he doesn’t even realize, everyone around him notices just how silent you make him

leave it up to the fukurodani volleyball club to be the best matchmakers in the world

so one night while akaashi was chilling in bed he gets a text from bokuto telling him about an impromptu team hang out sesh

akaashi: it’s 7 pm ..?

you, in the group chat: theres never a wrong time for milk tea !!!!!

when you sent that everyone else in the chat was just so frickin ecstatic because now that you’ve confirmed you were going, it’s obvious that akaashi was now too

he arrived like 2 minutes early from the designated time and the way it wasn’t at all shocking when no one else arrived except for you

akaashi: well they totally bailed :/

you: hey at least now we have a list of people to take revenge on when the purge strikes

it’s okay though because the two of you make most of the night anyways !!

you never thought sitting outside of a 7/11 at 7 pm on a friday could be fun but as you sat there with boba tea and a ramen cup with one of your closest friends next to you, you were just !!!! so frickin soft

akaashi on the other hand didn’t feel anything but utter nervousness the whole time

it was so cold under the night sky and you were so close to him, he’s praying that you take the redness on his cheeks from the weather and not from the rapid racing of his heart

bokuto texting him: bro i swear to god if you’re not taking this chance to shoot your shot i’m >:(

he’s so nervous because it actually was an ideal time to tell you how much he liked you

plus he’s pretty sure that you were eventually gonna notice just how often he glanced at you whenever you came to their practices or in general

so he’s like fine then !!! he’s gonna do this tonight and if you reject him then he’s just gonna have to deal !!!!

akaashi, anxious: hey i really li—

you, cutting him off: i like you a lot and i’m pretty sure bokuto did this on purpose because he knows and i’m sorry if it wasted your time !!!!

akaashi, less anxious: oh

HE !! DOES NOT HESITATE !!! TO REASSURE YOU !!

he just smiles softly and tucks your hand in his and tells you he’d like to walk you home that night

after that something just changed between the two of you

suddenly he’s walking you home everyday with little forehead kisses before he leaves

going grocery shopping with him when you run out of food at home because he’s the only one who knows about your secret snack stash

akaashi: you don’t need that much yakult

you: ? don’t be alarmed but i think we just found the reason of our first fight

whenever you go out with him to shop for anything at all, he always has to be the person in front when you walk because he’s the one pushing the cart with his left hand while his right is tightly interlocked with yours

you just stray behind him, pointing out all the things you’d like and he’s the one who decides if it’s worth to buy because you’re absolutely sure that you’d be dead broke if you were left alone

akaashi: this hoodie looks cute, do you wanna try it out

you, recalling the four sweatshirts you haven’t returned to him: nah i have enough

sometimes you’d get in the cart whenever the grocery store you’re in is mega big and he’s just gonna have the most unbothered face as people eye him because he’s pushing a fucking cart with a person in it

you’d get worried though thinking that you’re too heavy for him to push around so you insist to get off but he just doesn’t let you because you were so cute and 😤

akaashi is just so frickin soft when it comes to you like most of the time when someone idly mentions your name a smile immediately comes up to his face and he doesn’t even realize it

he also almost always wake up to numerous snaps of you at 3 in the morning just doing the most random things

he goes through them with such a silly grin and has to fight the urge to screenshot all of them cause u were so FRICKEN cute

akaashi, looking at a photo of you with tears down your face from 4 am: that’s my baby 👉👈

everyone around y’all are just on the fence about the two of you dating since neither of you really cleared what was going on ???

you were scared to call him your boyfriend because there was never really a discussion about it and you didn’t want to come off as assuming

but one afternoon right before he left when he dropped you off at your house, he just stopped and looked at you and you were so confused

akaashi, taking off his sweatshirt and giving it to you: the news said it gets cold tonight

you, on the verge of tears: oh 🥺

tsukishima kei

he’s a salty little shit who complains 24/7 and that’s about as canon as it gets

BUT but !!! if there’s anything tsukishima is good at and i mean anything !!! it’s being observant and keen on the people around him !!! ESP TO YOU !!!

at first you were always just kinda there ?

like he noticed your presence cause you shared classes with him and you were also at his practices a lot cause you and kiyoko would walk home together

so he knew of you but didn’t really know know you, yk?

but then one day yamaguchi came to him introducing you because apparently he’s the only one left on the team who hasn’t met you and it may or may not be because you were low key scared of him

it’s all good though cause once you two shook hands and talked he became more open to actually including you in his life

you guys made out to be good friends considering that you balanced out his snarky attitude with your even worse comebacks

like they weren’t really all that clever but it’s annoying enough to get him to shut up when you want him to

everyone on the team was super surprised at the fact that you were able to talk to tsukishima like that but also they were like: “please don’t ever stop???”

so you became from someone he barely realized was there to always looking for you first when he enters a room

yamaguchi: you know some people would call that having a crush 😗

and he’s all confused cause he knew that the possibility of him getting through high school without having a crush was very slim but jesus christ a crush on YOU??

tsukki, internally: god has favorites and it is not me 💔

but when he gets over the idea that it’s completely revolting to like you like that he realizes something click and suddenly it wasn’t an annoying idea to see you romantically

so in full tsukishima style he asks you out and was pretty surprised when you said yes but you weren’t cause he wasn’t even mildly subtle at hiding his intentions

you: does this mean you won’t be mean to me anymore 🥺

tsukki: no but that’s a nice try ❤️

even when the two of you started dating, he didn’t really want anything to change cause he liked the dynamic he had with you

he was very relieved that you weren’t easily offended and you didn’t really get on his nerves a lot

you guys were hot heads but you also respected each other 🥺

something you quickly became accustomed to after dating though is being codependent when it came to sleeping

you’re usually always over at each other’s houses and his mom is totally over the moon at the fact that his son found someone like you

so every afternoon after school you two are at either houses and just chilling and vibing because school do be very tiring tho

most of the time naps happen and even if it is super hot outside and you’re on the verge of a heat stroke, you just can’t get comfortable unless you’re touching him yk?

tsukishima’s probably the same since he really likes it when his leg is over yours or when his arm is touching your arm

you, under a blanket against tsukki’s back in extremely warm weather: it’s hot

tsukki, sweating: yeah

you: so anyways

he didn’t even realize how much he’s used to you being there when he falls asleep that at night when he actually needs to rest and you’re not anywhere near him he just can’t ???

tsukishima, snapping you a picture of him with tired eyes at 2 in the morning: you ruined my life

you, just as tired, quickly replying: uno reverse card bitch

so it’s 2 am and neither of you can fall asleep and it’s just an entire frenzy of tiring yourselves out

the two of you end up facetiming and just talking endlessly about random thoughts and perspectives on people

his voice is 100% groggy and every 2 minutes he’s yawning but he really likes it when he’s talking to you because it’s always better when it’s you in the mix

he’s telling you all about how he thinks dinosaurs are super cool and fantastic that when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep he’s just like 🥺

he stares at the screen for a while, suddenly regretting that he wasn’t there to make sure you were comfortable

he’s got the softest smile on and he doesn’t even care that he’s staring at you while you’re asleep cause you just looked so peaceful and warm and sweet

tsukki: that’s my baby 🥺

he feels another yawn come up and he ends the call, hoping that the tone won’t wake you up when he does

at this point he’s also on the verge of falling asleep and he’s very glad that he talked to you because you always knew how to get him out of things like this

tsukki, texting you: thanks for falling asleep on me SNAKE

tsukki: love you, gn <3

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definitelyseven · 3 years

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against the rules | two

summary: they say your greek family is as close as your real one, that’s why falling for your big bro, Mark Tuan was against all the rules

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You scanned the dining hall for familiar faces before choosing a seat. You instantly saw your big bro.

“Oo fries,” you said, picking a fry off Mark’s plate before sitting down next to him.

“Hey, that’s mine!” he complained, jokingly. You giggled.

“Delicious,” you said taking another fry.

“Should I pick you up before the party?” he asked. You shook your head. Every year each sorority and fraternity hosts their own grand party. Everyone puts on their fancy dresses and tux, partying through the night. Mark would’ve taken Suzy if she wasn’t in Europe. So this year, you’ll go with him instead.

“I’ll meet you at your house and you can help me pick out which dress you like more,” you tell him.

“Man do I wish your big sis was here,” he teased. You rolled your eyes at him before getting up.

“See you later. I have class.”

You quickly dug around in your bag for your keys. You were running late and you promised Mark you would meet him at his house before the party.

“Y/N!” you hear a familiar voice call. You looked up from your bag and see the one person you never wanted to see again.

“What are you doing here?” you asked bitterly. You walked past him and towards your door.

“Are you done being mad?” he said, following you.

“What? Mad? I’m done wasting my energy on you.”

“Come on baby. We were made for each other,” he tried to convince. You rolled your eyes at him as you opened the door to your house.

“Goodbye Lucas,” you tell him, shutting the door behind you. He stops it with his foot. “I don’t have time for this!”

“I bet you’ll change your mind after seeing this,” he said, shoving his phone in your face. You stared at his phone, shocked at what you were looking at.

“When did you take these?” you shouted at him before snatching the phone out of his hand. You scrolled through his photo album which was filled with pictures and videos of you - naked pictures and videos of you. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You felt sick.

“I told you,” he smirked. You quickly tried to delete it but he was quicker than you. “Don’t even think about it. It’s saved to the cloud.”

“When did you take these? I’m unconscious in most of these,” you choked with tears in your eyes. “I don’t remember this... You raped me!” you shouted as the video of him taking your clothes off played.

“Shh...don’t say that baby. We both know you wanted it,” he smirked, reaching for your cheek. You instantly pulled away.

You rolled your eyes at him as tears fell from your eyes. “I’m calling the cops,” you warned him.

He chuckled, “You’re going to call the men that work for my father.” You almost forgot. His father was the chief of police.

“You won’t be able to cover this,” you sniffled.

“I’ll upload this online and everyone will see what a dirty whore you are - begging to be fucked.”

“You wouldn’t...” you glared at him.

“Try me,” Lucas threatened. You kept quiet because you knew him. He would. He will upload this and share it with the world. “See who’s got more to lose.”

“W-what do you want?” you sobbed.

“I want you back - that’s all I want,” his tone softening.

“Why? You’re the one that cheated on me. You don’t want me,” you cried.

“That was just a moment of weakness. I love you! I only want you,” he tried to convince. You shake your head, not wanting to have anything to do with him. “I don’t think you have a choice. Be with me or everyone will know what a whore you are,” he threatened again. “Oh and don’t think about telling anyone about this, especially your big bro. If anyone knows, this is going online,” he warned before walking away.

You didn’t have time for this. You promised Mark you would be at his house and you were already late. You quickly grabbed your things and rushed to his house.

“I was starting to worry,” Mark said as soon as he opened the door. “Are you okay?” he asked, worried.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you smiled weakly. “Are the boys here? I need help picking out a dress.”

You got out of your clothes and put on the tiny black dress that was short enough to reveal your legs, low enough to show your cleavage. You walked downstairs and whistled for the boys attention. They all looked towards your direction.

“Damn Y/N,” the boys whistled, making you giggle.

“Mark, when did your little sis get so hot?” you hear Jackson whisper to Mark. Your eyes met Mark’s - his eyes turned dark while he swiped his tongue over his teeth. You feel your cheeks grow hot as the both of you continued to stare at each other.

“What do you think?” you asked the boys standing in front of you.

“Can you be my date instead?” Yugyeom teased making you laugh.

“Mark?” you tried calling for his attention. He kept his head low, sipping on his drink. “Big bro?” you called again.

“You put him in a daze, Y/N. He’s lost it,” Jackson teased. Mark rolled his eyes and makes his way towards you.

“Go upstairs,” his voice low, slightly demanding. You looked at him confused but listened to him. “They were all undressing you with their eyes.”

“So it’s a no for the dress?” you asked, picking up the second dress.

“It’s a no,” he sternly said. “Try the other one,” he demanded.

The second dress was classier - a white sparkly gown with a small train and a slit on the side. “How’s this one?” Mark smiles at you in approval. “Zip me up,” you asked him, stepping in front of his mirror. You felt his hand on the back of your dress. His fingers brushes across your lower back, sending tingles all over your body. You took a deep breath in. He feels you tense up and gives your shoulder a small squeeze.

“You okay?” he asked again before wrapping his arm around your waist. He stands beside you, staring at the mirror. “You seem upset about something.”

“I’m fine,” you assured him. You couldn’t let him know what Lucas did. Knowing Mark, he would kill him. He gives your waist a small squeeze before kissing your temple.

“Let’s go.”

You tried not to think about it but you couldn’t. You mind kept wandering to the videos on his phone - the ones where you were unconscious. You felt sick to your stomach - dirty and in need for a shower. Mark grabs a hold of your hand, getting your attention. You gave him a weak smile before downing the drink in front of you. For the rest of the night, you kept downing drink after drink. This was the only thing that could make you forget.

“You’re wasted. You can’t even stand.”

“I’m sorry,” you said in almost a whimper. He lifts you off your feet and carries you upstairs to his room. There was usually an after party at one of the bro’s house but you were too wasted to go. You felt bad for Mark cause he had to take care of you. “I’m sorry,” you repeated before Mark drops you on the bed.

“You don’t have to apologize. Just tell me what’s going on,” he asked for the third time that night.

You shake your head. “Nothing’s wrong,” you managed to get out. “Can I please shower?” you whined. No matter how drunk you were, it didn’t wash away the dirty feeling. Mark helps you to your feet and turns you around to unzip your dress.

You stood under the water quietly, feeling the water burn your skin. You shut your eyes and let out a deep sigh. What did you do to deserve this? You never hurt anyone so why you? You cried out loud but instantly covering your mouth to hide the noise. Be with Lucas or risk the world seeing your naked body; risk the world knowing what kind of whore you were. What would your parents think? What would Mark think?

“Y/N!” you hear Mark call. “You’ve been in there for awhile.”

You quickly turned the shower off, grabbing a random towel on the shelf. “Can I get a shirt?” you asked softly.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he demanded. You kept quiet as you searched for a shirt in his drawer. “Look at you! Your skin is bright red!”

“I’m fine,” you brushed off. You pulled his shirt over your head before dropping the towel. You crawled into his bed, not wanting to speak anymore.

“Your hair is wet, get up!” he demanded, dragging you out of bed. He makes you sit up, facing away from him as he plugs in the blow dryer. He runs his fingers through your wet, massaging your scalp. You kept your eyes shut, holding in your tears. “I know you well enough to know that something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong,” you whimpered with your eyes still closed, still trying to hold your tears in.

“Y/N...” he calls softly. You let out a loud sigh before turning around to face him. You buried your face into his stomach and began sobbing. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Hey...” he cooed while patting your head. “Don’t cry.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” you whimpered into his stomach.

“Okay, okay...” he comforted, rubbing your back.

“Can you hold me?” you practically begged as you sobbed into his shirt. Mark crawls into bed with you, automatically wrapping his arms around your small frame. You buried your face into his chest, still crying. He holds you tighter as your sobs grew louder.

“I’m here...” he whispers into your ear. “I’m here.” Mark gently lays his forehead on yours. “Shh baby,” he whispers again, trying to calm you down. You pulled away from him slightly to look up at him. He gives you a small smile before wiping your tears away with the back of his hand. “What’s wrong, princess?” he asked softly with his forehead still on yours. You shake your head softly. You couldn’t let him know. He could never know. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

a little note from jennie: imagine mark holding and comforting you while you cry cause that’s what his new video got me feeling. i just want one god damn week of 2021 where i’m not crying about got7. don’t get me wrong though, i’m happy for them. i’m crying because i miss seeing them together already and i hate not knowing when the next comeback is. does anyone feel the same? please tell me i’m not the only one feeling this way...

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years

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lately i feel taehyung is a straight man and his vibez is much more masculinity i mean not to mention taehyung straightly said to jimin he like him most and no offense for me it's just assurance about something etc and i don't feel like in romantic way but much more because he is best friend for life. i mean before you can assume he is kind of gay but lately i feel like he's more focus on masculine way and much more straight man.

Admin 1: Let’s do a little exercise which I think will help us answer this question, as well as showcase why reading it annoyed me so much, especially as queer person myself. Okay, here are nine different men, all of them athletes (why did I pick them? Because idols are basically just as athletic as them and chances of you knowing all nine are low), and now please try to guess which of them (if any) are gay/queer:

…

Do you have your guesses?

…

Okay, as example, if you guessed only the one first row second from the left then, well, you are partially correct. That man is Johnny Weir, former American figure skater, who is, in fact, gay, yes. But you are wrong in saying that out of all the men in those pictures he’s the only one who is queer. Because all of them are. You can read more about them here if you’re interested.

What does this tell us? Easy. The manner in which someone presents themselves (or the vibe, whatever that’s even supposed to mean, that they give off/give you), traditionally masculine, feminine, more androgynous, or anywhere else on the spectrum, has no correlation whatsoever with their sexuality. A gay man can dress in a way that is traditionally seen as more feminine and that’s fine. He can dress and look more typically masculine, and that is fine as well. He can dress and look however he likes and that doesn’t make him any less or more gay, or any less or more valid.

The main thing I would like for you to take away from this answer is this: please do not buy into stereotypical, basically fetishizing, portrayals and assumptions of what constitutes a “gay man” visually and behavior wise. There is no checklist full of boxes a queer man, or any queer person for that matter, needs to fulfil in order to be queer and valid in their queerness. There is no unified look a gay man has to showcase in order to be gay. It’s the 21st century, the year 2021, can we leave finally lay these things to rest?

As for Tae, if you want to know my thoughts about BTS and the LGBT community, I have an entire post about it which you can read here if that’s something that interests you. If we look at how Tae currently looks like, which you’ve defined as more “masculine” (and therefore straight), I will agree that he has gained muscles, if that is what you think is a necessary checkbox for masculinity, but really, all that really tells us is that Tae is healthy, that he looks great, handsome as ever, and that he is an idol of whom it is expected and required to be in a good physical shape, especially with comeback being quite literally just three days away which means a lot of performances, dancing, and hard Bangtan choreographies.

Your taste in fashion and how you feel most comfortable with your body looking like has no direct correlation with your sexuality, and neither does it with Tae’s.

Lastly, how is Tae saying he likes Jimin most on national TV somehow proof of him being straight? What else was he supposed to say? What would he have to say for you to not question his bond with Jimin? Is there a possibility we’re wrong and they’re just platonic, of course, but at the same time, looking at how Jimin said that Tae is a honest person, how Tae basically wears his heart on his sleeve, and how he’s written a song all about falling in love with his best friend, whom we know is Jimin, and we know Tae writes songs based on his own feelings and experiences, I do have a hard time believing that we are wrong. But, of course, we won’t know for sure until Tae or Jimin, or both, tell us themselves.

You are free to believe whatever you like but at least don’t project gender and LGBT stereotypes (most of which have been created and are perpetuated by straight people) onto Tae, and the other members for that matter. Or any queer person really.

Admin 2: I admit that after what I’ve recently observed on various sns platforms, no question will surprise me anymore. In fact, I'm sure I know where this question came from.

The most annoying thing is that despite so many "steps and demonstrations" on BTS' part, there is still an army trying to put people into individual boxes and number those boxes and give them names.

Do any of us have our sexualities written out on our foreheads? Can you see if we are sexually interested in women, men, or anyone else? And how can you know that?

I think a lot of people know Adam Rippon, for example, who is a former American figure skater and Olympic team bronze medalist. Yes, Adam is gay and has a very handsome partner, fiancé actually, who looks like a young god. He's fit, look at his photos on Instagram, Jussi goes to the gym, runs and is even in the process of builds a house himself, like a "real man", a "typical" man ... but he's gay!

If you look at this example, you can clearly see that there are no stereotypes that would indisputably define the appearance of an LGBTQ+ person! Indeed, in the last century, attempts have been made to give "gay" people the weird appearance of only ever being feminized man who are always sassy and the side kick in movies/shows, the stereotypical "gay best friend". It the past century it was designed as such to portray queer people, and especially gay men, in undesirable ways, as jokes and as something "bad", but I thought we grew out of it a long time ago as modern and tolerant people.

Kim Taehyung has to practice and exercise as a member of BTS. That’s a fact. To meet the requirements of their choreographies, whether you like it or not, you must be in an Olympic physical form. Not just him, the entire team must basically be at a near peak physical condition and health. Tae has to exercise, he has to take care of himself, and he has to look great. I have to admit, I've noticed that "gay" men pay more attention to their looks than a normal, unshaven straight guy! (I'm basing this on a joke Adam Rippon once made where he apologized to his followers for looking like an "unshaved straight guy" after he'd just woken up)

What do I mean by that? I want to express the fact that the way you look and take care of your appearance and physical condition are not an indicator of sexuality!

As for the "I like you the most" statement, I'll admit that I've observed many people in many ways trying to use this statement to twist it into whatever those people wanted it to be, instead of taking it for what it actually was, especially since it appears to be something like a thorn in the sides of those who ship other ML pairings.

I'll be rather blunt here now, instead of beating around the bush.

I think this whole question is another attempt at ripping down the Vmin sails and belittling their bond and its possible implications once again.

If we remember how the scene played out, remember Jimin's reactions, his nervousness, how flustered he was, said that things are getting dangerous, and the fact that Taehyung's letter was only for Jimin's eyes. Is that really how "bros" behave? Just a couples of besties?

I doubt that normal best buddies on national TV would feel the need to write mystery letters just for a friend's eyes and tell each other that they like him the most? I'll say more, "boyfriends" don't force their lover to admit that he is copying him in his dance style, only friends do.

It is strange that this "copy" situation was "perceived" as highly romantic, and yet Taehyung's words to Jimin were relegated to "best friends only, nothing else".

However, it doesn't change the fact that Taehyung said what he said, he wrote 95z is love and Jimin confessed that he would love to spend his life with his lovely Taehyungie. Do "only best friends" (best friends that are straight) behave like this?

#answered ask

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bbhyeoliskooks · 4 years

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*♡ॢ˃̶̤̀◡˂̶̤́♡ॢ*‧˚ hello cutie! Do you write a reaction from txt when his gf says bro by accident !! I can't help but imagine YeonJun all outraged jsjsjs ... have a nice day 🥰

໒•७ 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬? ७•໒

➶ TXT’s Reaction to you Calling Them Bro

* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、

Genre: 33 cups of fluff !!

Warnings: None !

(huuu, i really liked doing this !! it was actually sweet and short ! not to mention that it was quite easy too !!)

* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、

.:’ Yeonjun .:’

(SHUT UP GUYS LOOK AT THIS GIF IM SO SORRY FOR THE ATTACK YOU FELT)

.:’;、alright, so im picturing that yeonjun would be shocked for a few seconds and then playfully ignore you because he feels “hurt”

.:’;、you just called him bro when he hugged you, squeezing you a bit too harshly

.:’;、BRO, JUST BRO NOT BABY OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

.:’;、like he’s your boyfriend??? the love of your life??? your baby???

.:’;、totally unacceptable!!

.:’;、he wanted to teach you a lesson by ignoring you for a few minutes/hours

.:’;、he didn’t get very far in time though... why?

.:’;、you gave him the puppy dog eyes and called him baby 10000x

.:’;、we all know he’s weak if you call him baby boy, so once you did that

.:’;、he would forgive you on the spot, melting when you asked for cuddles

.:’ Soobin .:’

(Uhhhh- sorry again 😳😳)

.:’;、the two of you were having fun cooking !! and baking some sweet bread for soobin to eat !!

.:’;、most of the time, he would be dabbing on some flour on your nose so you got frustrated and told him to stop

.:’;、”bRO! STOP!”

.:’;、homeboy would pout right away

.:’;、you always called him your baby, why not now?

.:’;、not to be dramatic or anything, but he had tears in his eyes

.:’;、you noticed the sudden mood change when his back turned on you

.:’;、you figured out soon what you did wrong, giggling a little bit at his childishness before hugging him from the back

.:’;、”oh, i’m sorry baby! I won’t ever do it again!”

.:’;、That little “fight” ended up with a pinkie promise from you not to call him that word ever again.

.:’ Beomgyu .:’

(b-bye... he’s not my bias but like 👁👀👁)

.:’;、visiting the dance practice room where your boyfriend was practicing was simply alluring

.:’;、you could watch him dance all day if he’d let you, but that was weird

.:’;、so when you stopped by to tell him to eat some food after some vigorous training

.:’;、guess what, he didn’t

.:’;、instead he decided to ignore you and perfect the moves that were needed for the next comeback

.:’;、you sighed, wondering how to get his attention when an idea popped into your head

.:’;、”Hey! BRO!”

.:’;、That caught him off guard real quick and he stopped the music

.:’;、”b-bro? baby, what?” he inched towards you with a raised eyebrow at your audacity

.:’;、you only giggled, pulling in him for a sweaty yet endearing hug

.:’;、”That must’ve gotten your attention, right? So baby, let’s go eat now.”

.:’ Taehyun .:’

(RED HAIR SUITS HIM SM OML HE LOOKS LIKE A WHOLE ADORABLE STRAWBERRY)

.:’;、here is someone who would roll their eyes if you called him bro !

.:’;、tbh, he didn’t care much but he wanted to mess with you

.:’;、just for fun yk

.:’;、so he pouted his lips, trying to look extremely sad in front of you

.:’;、when you turned back to ask him a question on your little date,

.:’;、he would be gazing off into the window, seemingly disappointed

.:’;、the two of you sat in total silence while you tried to figure out what was wrong when suddenly Taehyun spoke up

.:’;、”...y-you aren’t allowed to call me bro...”

.:’;、that somehow made you feel butterflies, your heart becoming entranced by how adorable he was

.:’;、you made up with a kiss on the cheek, perhaps even more if you’d let yourself !! We all know he wants more~~

.:’ Hueningkai .:’

(can i be the cloud in the back pleASE I WANT TO SEE HIM PLEASE)

.:’;、he missed you so much

.:’;、so much more than you ever knew

.:’;、it had been a few weeks since you’d seen him due to the schedule so you both pined for each other before you went to sleep

.:’;、finally seeing him on tuesday was the best feeling ever

.:’;、you ran up to him while he picked you up, swinging you around in his arms

.:’;、he was teasing you by flinging you around so you gently hit him in the back as a sign to put you down since you were getting dizzy

.:’;、”hyuka, stop! BRO I SAID STOPP-”

.:’;、”um... excuse me?” he stopped spinning you around in midair, placing you on the ground while you tried to balance on your own two feet.

.:’;、”im babie! Remember Y/N, i’m your baby! Your only baby!”

.:’;、you laughed at the tone of his voice and jumped up to kiss his forehead. “ of course, baby~~ i’m sorry, i guess?”

* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、* Ŏ･;ﾞ.:’;、

Posted: 9/24/20- 10:05pm

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#admin 🍯’s requests #txt fluff #txt angst #txt reactions #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt fic #txt ff #txt #txt fanfic #txt mtl #txt oneshots #txt ot5 #txt as boyfriends

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hqxreader · 4 years

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I-I taylor it just turned into a brain ramble pls accept my sachi x idol reader tots 😔🤲

Saichi going to a shoot for his bab on a day off n he was roped into bein an extra because come on look at him perfect face boi n then they make him do the kabedon or poses where theyre super close on the reader for the photoshoot then y/n is all flustered because its not an actor but her 11/10 boyfie doing it. (BOUNS POINTS HES IN A CRISPY SUIT OOO) Embarassed af and then Sachi is all happy like ‘this my puppy and only I can make her this embarassed hehe’ and the rest of the staff still teases her in the future about it like ‘come on put a ring on him, such a keeper owo’ and she keeps all the photos from the shoot into her phone like its a treasure we must keep and the fangirls start coming in like ‘who is this handsum handsum man? Is he also an idol owo’

Extra: His siblings see it and are kinda jelly like ‘were pro players but baby brother is more popular then us from 1 photoshoot? 👁👄👁’

P.s. Feel free to add anything u think of cause sachi thoughts are /chefs kiss/ immaculate 🥰

P.p.s. ILY STAY HYDRATED U AMAZING INCREDIBLE CUTIE PATOOTIE STRONG HUMAN BEING U CAN DO ANYTHING 😩💖

i’ll always accept them love 💕

this idea tho, i sat and thought about it for awhile cause damn.. Sachi in a suit?? who do i ask to draw that for all the sachi stans?

but anywho~ i did have to look up kabedon cause i didn’t know it was actually called that?? i knew it as the ‘goodbye personal space’ pose lol showing how intelligent i am

p.p.p.s ILY YOU STAY HYDRATED TOO OKAY?? YOU ARE AMAZING, GOT IT?? DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YA OTHERWISE!! OMG I LOVE THE CUTIE PATOOTIE 💕💕💕

okie dokie i hope you enjoy! 💕this got super long oh jeez

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Warnings: Sachi gets a bit dirty sorry folks, embarrassed reader, horrible writing, and Sachi in a suit and tie cause that’s totally a warning

Word Count: 1.1k (holy shit damn)

You were more than happy to learn that your PR team had gotten you an ad photo shoot with a popular clothing line/company/whatever. They wanted to advertise some of their more professional clothes, suits and dresses, yada yada. With a quick kiss goodbye to Sachirou, you made your way over to the photo shoot location.

Arriving there, everyone was rushing around more than what you would consider normal. You heard various people saying, “I can’t believe he got sick, what are we supposed to do today? Should we reschedule?”

Going to your PR team you asked what was going on, confused. They explained to you that the extra who was supposed to model with you got sick, and they were trying to find a replacement. “Well, um,” you started, “Sachirou’s off today, do you think he could work as a replacement?”

Your team knew who Sachirou was at this point, especially after his surprise backstage for you. They eagerly agreed, saying that would be amazing.

Walking to a more quiet corner of the studio, you gave your boyfriend a call. “Hey Sachi?” “What’s up Puppy?” “How would you like to be a model for a day?”

And with that, Sachirou made his way over to the studio, excited for the shoot.

When you introduced him to the photographer and she was very happy with him, even mumbling, “maybe even better than our sick idiot.”

And with that, they sent you both to the changing area to get all dolled up and such for the shoot.

You were dressed in a dark red sleeveless dress that rested just above your knees with black heels. plus your hair and jewelry was all nice and fancy i’m not getting into that sry.

Leaving the changing room, you saw Sachirou wearing a black crisp(y) suit, a white dress shirt with his tie matching the color of your dress. His hair was slicked back unlike his usual wild hair. You couldn’t help but let your jaw drop, when the hell had your boyfriend become even more handsome??

“Like what you see, y/n?” Sachirou walked over to you, smirk on his face. You felt your face warm up at his comment. “’Cause I’m loving what I see.” Cheesiest ass line ever

Before you could respond with a comeback, the photographer called both of you over to discuss what you’d be doing for the shoot. “So y/n, I’d like you to stand with your back against the wall, Hirugami, I’m going to have you put your arm next to her head and lean over her, like a kabe-don pose, okay?”

You simply nodded and Sachirou gave her a thumbs up. Taking your hand, he walked you over to the set where the were two walls set up, one for you to lean on and the other for the background.

You leaned against the one wall, getting situated before Sachirou placed one hand next to your head and the other slid into the pocket of his black dress pants.

Your cheeks warmed up to what felt like a blazing temperature from the close proximity of your faces. Sachirou’s face was only what felt like an inch or two away from yours.

You both maintained eye contact. His lips turned into a smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes along with something else. “Is my puppy being a good girl? A good little model?” he murmured in a husky voice, and only you could hear his words. sorry ima go now

Your eyes widened at his comment and your mouth formed a small o-shape. “Y-yes, I’m being a g-good model.” You couldn’t help but stutter over your words, embarrassment seeping through your body.

The camera went off various times, the photographer capturing the moment between you two. “’Cause I have the best little puppy, don’t I? She’s very smart and beautiful, knows how to follow directions, yeah?”

All you could do was nod, your legs buckling a bit underneath you. Sachirou moved his free arm on your thigh, keeping you stable. “Does my puppy need some support?” Gasping at the sudden change of position, you couldn’t help but cover your face with your hands. More shuttering sounds were heard as the photographer continued to take photos.

“No, no, no, puppy. Let me see your beautiful face, don’t hide it from me.” You slowly moved your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, one hand messing with his tie. “There we go, there’s my beautiful puppy.”

More shuttering.

“Okay guys, I think that’s pretty good! Nice job to both of you!”

Sachirou pushed off the wall, taking a step back. He grinned, the former horny teasing attitude gone. “Nice job, love! I’m sure the people will love it!”

You continued to stare at him in shock, how in the world did he go from whispering dirty words in your ear to this energetic man? “Y..yeah the people will love it, Sachi,” you said slowly.

“Alright well, I’m gonna change and head back home, see ya in a bit?” You simply nodded with a small smile and watched him walk back to the changing rooms.

Still leaning against the wall, the photographer chuckled at you. “You’re keeping him right? I sure do hope so, you don’t find guys like him very often.” Your smile grew and you wholehearted agreed, “He’s a keeper, no doubt about it.”

“When you gonna put a ring on his finger? Huh, y/n!”

You glared at your manager for a moment before giggling, “soon,” you whispered. Finally moving away from the wall, you walked off to the changing room while they uploaded the pictures to the computer.

Giving one final kiss goodbye to Sachi as he left, you walked back out to the studio to see everyone huddled around the computer. “Did they come out good?” you asked, walking over to everyone to see what the big hubbub was about.

“Oh y/n, they came out amazing.”

Peering over to see the screen, you were astonished by how well they came out. They looked like a natural kabedon between two people, not something fake that would’ve happened with the sick actor. “Can you, uh, send those to me? Please?”

Everyone smirked at you and the photographer agreed to send them as soon as she could.

A few days later, you received them all, and you put your favorite one as your home screen background.

A month later, the best photo came out for the ad and your fans couldn’t stop buzzing about it.

“Who is that? He’s really cute!” “Isn’t that her boyfriend?” “Is he an idol too? That’d be crazy!”

You never heard the end of it from Sachirou.

Extra:

A few days after the ad was released and everyone started going bonkers over Sachirou, said man got a phone call from his siblings.

“How?! How are you more popular than us!? We’re pro-volleyball plays that have been in sports magazines!”

“Well big bro, I guess I just got the good genes.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed horny sachi 💕

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kim-seungmine · 4 years

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dream the night away

title: dream the night away

characters: (fem) reader x hwang hyunjin of stray kids

genre: slice-of-life, romance, angst, best friends to lovers au, idol au, idol!hyunjin, hyunjin centric, inspired by 3racha’s cloud 9 but not really?

warnings: minor character death, sometimes heavy, slow burn (aka i wanted it to be but i wasn’t patient enough), i tried to proofread, i gave up trying to format text convo on tumblr, i think they kiss a lot.

word count: 11.6k i’m so sorry

synopsis: one night, hyunjin wonders how he long can stay floating on cloud 9 before he loses his balance and falls all the way down to the pits of hell. After that, nothing feels right.

disclaimer: this is idol!hyunjin so i just wanna say that this is not how hyunjin is in real life and im not trying to convince you that he feels the things in the story. some parts are inspired by the things they’ve said but everything that happens here is pure fiction... which actually goes without saying since this is a fanfic, but i just feel the need to say it. for my personal long ass author’s note, you can read it below.

Hyunjin is met with darkness when he steps into the dorm. It used to be more packed, it used to be messier, and it used to be really loud. Now he only shares the dorm with the 00z who are surprisingly quiet if you think about it. Seungmin sleeps early, Felix has his headphones stuck to his ears and plays games until the sun rises, and Jisung is snugged somewhere watching movies. On busier days, Seungmin and Felix are at the company for lessons and Jisung spends the night at the studio with Chan and Changbin. Hyunjin, meanwhile, usually has some photoshoots.

However, tonight feels unnaturally quiet, especially since Hyunjin has just won his first Bonsang as a solo artist. He switches the lights on, and his friends are soundlessly huddled together by the fridge, Jisung holding a small cake.

“Surprise!” Seungmin exclaims rather flatly as Hyunjin drops to the floor out of shock, shouting profanities. Felix proceeds to grab some candles from the kitchen counter and lights them up. “Come on, blow the candles."

Hyunjin lets out an amused sigh, rising to his feet before blowing all the candles out. “Please tell me these aren’t those candles that stay lit n—what the hell.”

He continues blowing, his friends giggling while Seungmin groans. “Why did you have to curse? I was about to post that on Instagram Story!”

“Why are we doing this anyways? We’re not 18 anymore,” Hyunjin protests half-heartedly. He can’t really remember the last time they gave each other a proper surprise. It feels like ages ago. Jisung scoffs, searching for a knife inside one of the kitchen drawers. Slicing the cake, he retorts, “Your dramatic ass loves surprises, stop denying it.”

“Anyone has anything to do tonight? The hyungs want to come over,” Felix informs while typing on his phone. Hyunjin’s vibrates after a few seconds; everyone on the Stray Kids group chat must be congratulating him.

Seungmin opens the chat, frowning. “Where’s Jeongin?”

“He hasn’t been replying since hours ago. That brat probably fell asleep. Just ask his bro if he’s home,” Hyunjin suggests, about to reply to Chan’s message when another message pops up.

y/n: sorry i couldnt watch the show

y/n: but i saw the news! congratulations!!

y/n: so proud of you, as always!

Hyunjin’s eyes light up at your messages. It’s been months since he saw you; he’s been busy with his solo debut and you’ve been busy with school. When both of you were children, you often pictured how life would be. Hyunjin would be a famous soccer player for Manchester United and the captain of South Korea national team. You would be studying to become a doctor.

He finds it funny that you’re doing the exact same thing while he’s doing something he never even imagined before. Hyunjin is always amazed at how well you planned your whole life and executed every single plan, albeit not always instantly.

After all these years, though, he dares to say that both of you turned out okay. Amazing, even.

“Order whatever you want. I’m eating outside but I’ll be back soon,” Hyunjin tells his friends, bombarding you with messages before you turn your phone off, the thing you always do when you’re about to cram.

Seungmin arches an eyebrow. “Y/N?”

“Yeah. I asked whether she wants to eat gopchang with me.”

“You should really be careful.”

“Everyone knows we’re best friends. No one will make a weird rumor or anything.”

Jisung clicks his tongue. “Well, do you?”

Whenever someone talks about you, it always leads to this very conversation. Hyunjin decides to let Jisung’s question (sarcasm) hang in the air, but he knows the answer. Yes, he knows you and him are just best friends. Does he like it that way?

Hyunjin knows the answer to that too. He only pretends that he doesn’t.

You’re already slurping your soup when Hyunjin says hi to the restaurant owners, Mr and Mrs. Jang. “Oh Hyunjinnie, I just watched you on TV. You won something, right?” he asks. His wife ushers him to sit down, putting extra servings of kimchi on the table.

“Why didn’t I get extra kimchi?” You pout, shooting a jealous glare at Hyunjin who’s busy explaining what a Bonsang is to the owners.

“You did a good job, then,” Mrs. Jang coos. “You don’t need to pay today. It’s on us!”

You quickly put your spoon down. “What about me? I barely sleep thesedays, and I’m not as rich as Hyunjin!”

“Aigoo, you started eating before your friend came then demand for free food. You’re lucky we love you as much as we love Hyunjin.”

The couple laugh at your reaction, jokingly scolding you for being whinier than Hyunjin when it used to be the other way around. He smiles, remembering all the times he forced you to eat his eggplants for him and the times when he begged you to help him study because he needed to beat all of his friends.

“Eat,” you scowl. “You only have half an hour to brag. I have a night shift.”

Out of the times you’re being petty towards him, you were only seriously petty once: when he beat your English score in ninth grade although you were the one teaching him. He had to bribe you with a week’s worth of Haribo jellies before you stopped ignoring him.

Hyunjin giggles. “When’s your exam? Tomorrow?”

“Next week,” you whine. “But I have so many things to do! And I think someone stole my notes, I can’t seem to find them anywhere. Do you even understand half the pain I’m going through right now? All I need is one solid hour of sleep.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

You widen your eyes, eyeing Hyunjin from head to toe. “Sometimes I forget you’re Stray Kids’ Hyunjin.”

He pretends to stab himself on the chest. “That h-hurts,” he fake-groans. “Then who do you think I am?”

“My neighbor,” you answer. “—who doesn’t even live at home anymore.”

“To be fair, you’re practically holed in hospital now.”

“Yeah but I go home every two weeks? You go home twice a year.”

“Excuse me?! I went home on your birthday… in the middle of a tour! I could’ve been sleeping or practicing, but I came home!”

He always “argues” with you until both of you are out of breath, clutching your chests because it somehow feels hilarious. You drink the last few drops of the soup right from your bowl, setting it back on the table and empty your glass in one go.

“I don’t have enough energy for this,” you sigh dreamily, prepping your head on your arm. “Tell me about everything. Your first Bonsang.”

Hyunjin can still hear his fans’ voices chanting his name and cheering for him as he delivered his speech while sobbing (this is what he hates from solo promotions, nobody else is there to stop him from crying or taking over the mic from him so he could calm himself down). He remembers every single word he said and the proud faces of his fellow artists. The thrill, the triumph, the satisfaction, the love… it’s making him emotional all over again.

He grabs a tissue to blow his nose. “I was surprised when the company said that I was invited. Our group hasn’t made a comeback this year, and although my song did chart quite well, I never expected they would even invite me.”

“They gave me a 5-minute stage! I was so happy, I sent you my rehearsal videos, right?”

You nod, imitating one of the moves in his dance break.

“Everything was even more amazing on stage, with Stays watching me. I think I was possessed during the performance… I was goddamn nervous though.”

“Yeah, I watched it on the way here. You kept licking your lip, I don’t care if your fans think that’s hot. To me you’re just a nervous mess…”

Hyunjin has started to pout when you add, “… who did a very great job nevertheless! It’s just that I’ve known you so long. You can’t hide anything from me.”

He notices how you’re holding your breath, waiting for him to respond. After years, Hyunjin thought he would take negative comments much less seriously, but apparently it didn’t become easier. It became harder, so hard that he had to take a 3-month hiatus last year.

With you, everything is different. You can tell him that he sucks big time and he’ll take it seriously, but he never gets offended. There are a lot of times when people treat him like he’s made of glass (or a snowflake, Seungmin once said), but you treat him the way you’ve always treated him and he loves it. None of his other friends understands, but your honesty is priceless. It’s what keeps him going; he knows you’ll never cherish him less no matter what you say about the way he dances and raps, or the way he looks and behaves. And he’s sure that his honesty also means the world to you. You are each other’s toughest critic, but it will never change anything.

“Hyunjin.” You place your hand over his, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. It just slipped out of my mouth.”

He chuckles, flipping his palm to squeeze your hand. “You idiot. You just stated the facts.”

You squeeze his hand back before pulling away. “I’m looking at Hwang Hyunjin of Stray Kids who sold over 100.000 copies of his first solo album, who won Bonsang for the first time, who gets worshiped by everyone he locks eyes with—except for me of course. I’m a very proud friend.”

“Stop it.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, but unable to hide his smile once he sees you grinning like a happy child. “How much time do we have left?”

You glance at your phone, sighing when a reminder for you to study pops up. “5 minutes. I have to go back to the hospital soon.”

“Can you even study during your shift?”

“I have to,” you mumble. “Anyways, thanks for dragging me out. I did miss you after all.”

“I missed you too,” Hyunjin says, probably too quick for his own good but he doesn’t regret it.

“I’ll be going now.” You stretch your limbs, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “Any last words before I go to war?”

“I should be the one asking you that.”

“Oh, right.”

Chan is the only one awake by the time Hyunjin gets back home. He huffs in regret, knowing that the hyungs decided to stay over to celebrate his Bonsang win. The leader greets him with a bear hug, carefully avoiding Felix and Minho who are fast asleep on the floor. “We’re so happy for you!” he whisper-yells. “How was Y/N?”

Hyunjin returns his hug with an even tighter one. “Thanks hyung. You composed the song after all! And sorry I came back too late.”

Chan shakes his head. “Nah, it’s fine. At some point we forgot why we were here and just started playing mafia.”

“Y/N is fine, anyways, just tired.”

“She’s always tired, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. It turns out that medical students are probably more tired than us.”

Hyunjin leads Chan to his bedroom. Each of the 00z has their own bedroom now. It’s much more convenient and they can arrange their stuff however they want to (they avoid entering Jisung’s room as much as possible), but Hyunjin misses the mess at times. The old dorm was cramped, either too hot or too cold, and way too noisy, but it was home for quite a long time.

Chan seems to be having the same thought. “We miss you kiddos sometimes,” he laughs. “But we fixed that sliding door. It closes properly now.”

“As long as Changbin hyung keeps opening it with too much force it will be broken again in no time. Trust me.”

Both of them are lying on Hyunjin’s king size bed, staring at the sideboard table he dedicates for his music show—and now, music award—trophies. “The kids don’t really say it but they’re all so proud of you. I’m proud of you. I raised you well, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you kinda did.”

“Kinda?!”

“I’m joking.” Hyunjin scrunches his nose. “You raised all of us. We raised Jeongin. And we raised each other.”

“3racha are almost finished choosing the final songs, you have 2 weeks to relax then we’ll start production right away. Our next tour won’t start until May, so we have plenty of time to prepare everything.”

“Ohhhhh I can feel my bones breaking already. We’re getting old,” Hyunjin whines.

Chan pats his thighs, cracking his knuckles before jumping out of bed. “You’re getting old,” he teases.

“I’m glad, though. Everything finally works out the way we wanted to. I guess we can say that we’re doing well now, right?”

Chan doesn’t wait for Hyunjin to answer and leaves the room right away. The latter ponders the rhetorical question for a while, recalling the goals they have reached for the past few years. Entering the Melon chart (and staying on Top 20 for a week), having one of the most successful world tour, winning prestigious awards at prestigious music awards, 3racha getting acknowledged as the industry’s top composers, 00z winning music shows for their unit debut last year, Jeongin getting drama roles, and last but not least, Hyunjin’s successful solo debut.

Feeling nostalgic, he scrolls through his phone, looking at old photos and silly videos. Looking at the lyrics he wrote on his note app. Then he goes through @realstraykids’ posts on Instagram, from when Jeongin still had braces until tonight. The latest selcas on his own official account are still getting likes, the fans showering him with praises.

Hyunjin has ticked off everything from his wish list. He has reached every goal he set a few years ago. They are doing well. He’s doing well.

He looks at his surroundings, immersing himself in the space and peace of his room that he once craved desperately. He’s supposed to be at peace now, but his mind won’t stop buzzing, asking himself what to do next.

For the very first time, Hyunjin realizes that he’s now floating on Cloud 9. Everything is perfect, he’s living his dream life. But at the back of his head, he can hear the clock ticking, ready to push him over the edge the moment he loses his balance, watching him fall all the way to the pits of hell.

Everything is perfect, but why does his heart feel so empty?

Hyunjin’s brows furrow as he tries to catch some comments the fans are posting. When he was a rookie he couldn’t get used to how fast the comments come in, and it’s something that doesn’t quite change. Probably he got used to it at some point, but they kept gaining fans that the comment section is always extremely active.

“Hyunjin oppa,” he pronounces the words slowly. ”Spo-spoiler please!”

He lifts his head to give the viewers a secretive smile. “Nope.” He wiggles his forefinger. “You have to wait for the teasers!”

“Ohhh the comments! You guys are so excited I can’t keep up!”

More comments flood in, and Hyunjin has to press his phone screen in order to read the one comment he’s been trying to read. “Recommend me a song, please!”

“Uhhh—” He takes some time to think of the songs he’s been listening to, tapping his fingers against the surface of the table while the comments keep coming in, but this time he spots words that stab him right on his gut. With trembling hands, he lifts his phone, clicking the report button as subtle as possible. His vision grows blurry as he reports every single comment that has the word “fuck you”, “die” or “talentless” in it.

The pause has become too long and too awkward, so he stops himself from reporting more and stares at the lens. “Ah, song recommendation!” he exclaims. “I have quite a lot but thesedays I’ve been listening to 00z songs a lot. We had so much fun promoting together.”

Hyunjin feels his other phone vibrating in his pocket, probably his mother checking in. It gives him a boost of energy, and he tells his fans he’ll stay with them for 10 more minutes. “When we’re just talking like this, I’m always reminded that we’ve come so far,” Hyunjin says, a smile on his face. “It feels good to know that all of you are making time for us, for me, after your busy day. And no, I’m not sleepy. Don’t worry, everyone!”

He reads some more comments, mostly cheesy pickup lines to cheer himself up as his brain is still trying to get all the hurtful words out of his system. “Ah, I think I have to go now,” Hyunjin announces lowly. “I have to go back to practice, if not Chan hyung will barge in and drag me back to the practice room.”

“What? You want me to get scolded by Chan hyung? Why are you so mean?!”

Hyunjin ends up staying for 20 more minutes before finally ending the broadcast. Conversation with his fans is something he values a lot; it gives him strength and makes him laugh. It makes him feel loved and he wants his fans to feel the same.

But it’s equally tiring. He has to brace himself for some less-than-nice comments, sometimes they are way too severe for him to handle that the company sues all the commenters. You’ve told him over and over again that those people aren’t his fans.

Everything could’ve been worse. Hyunjin still considers himself very lucky that he has much more fans than haters. Still, he often imagines how it will feel if he has no hater at all, since he does have some friends who seem to only hear pretty words.

Hyunjin stays inside the room for a few more minutes, replying to Seungmin’s messages and assures him that he’ll be back soon. He idly plays one of their songs he hasn’t heard for years, the song that was always included in their setlist before being replaced by some other songs. Hyunjin initially thought he wouldn’t need that song anymore, but tonight, he needs it. Maybe he needs it more now than before.

After making a mental note to ask the other boys to add the song back to the concert’s setlist, Hyunjin leaves, cursing himself for taking too much time to regain his composure.

Should I stop or not? Should I give up or not?

“Hwang Hyunjin, stop coming into my room without my permission! You literally trespassed into someone else’s property!”

Hyunjin groans into his pillow, instantly regretting his decision to pick up your call at midnight. “I didn’t!”

“Don’t lie to me. You took Gureum with you!”

He takes a quick glance at the rabbit plushie he placed on top of his pillow. Last night, he did go home because Kkami (everyone calls him old man now) got a little sick. “I miiiiight have made a quick detour next door when I was about to leave.”

“You’re pathetic. You got soooooo many plushies and toys and cute headbands from fansigns and you stole my Gureum.”

“Stop guilt tripping me! I missed Gureum, okay? Why didn’t you take him to your dorm?”

Hyunjin senses your hesitation as you clear your throat. “Well, sometimes seeing Gureum only makes me miss everyone more, so I just left him at home.”

Now he feels guilty. Your parents are currently staying overseas to take care of your sick little sister. He pictures you coming to an empty home every two weeks, exhausted and not having anyone to welcome you.

“Do you want me to come over?”

“Our superstar isn’t busy?”

“I am, but I’m willing to sacrifice my precious time for my best friend.”

You scoff over the phone, but telling him to hurry up before ending the call. Hyunjin packs his clothes and toiletries, along with Gureum—his birthday present for your 11th birthday. You almost never sleep without it, yet the plushie still looks brand new.

Unable to hide his smitten smile, Hyunjin grabs his keys.

The apartment complex where Hyunjin lives has changed a lot over the years. The soccer field he used to play at is now a playground. The little bookstore you loved so much is now a bakery. Now there’s a big shopping mall right across the building. After saving up for a while, Hyunjin asked his parents whether they wanted to move to a bigger place. He kind of hoped that they wouldn’t want it because he wanted to stay close to you (although coming home is a real challenge for him). Luckily, his parents said no.

He enters your door password leisurely, recalling the time when your parents told him to take care of you.

So far, you’ve been the one taking care of him.

Hyunjin heads straight to your bedroom, opening the door and sees you curling on your bed. The mattress he sleeps on whenever he stays over is already laid on the floor.

“Gureum!” you yell when he throws the squishy rabbit to you. Hyunjin drops his bag and settles himself on the mattress, staring up at you.

“How’s your sis?”

You scoot towards the end of the bed, showing him a photo on your phone. Your sister is smiling; she looks much better than before, but still very pale and thin. “I haven’t called her,” Hyunjin admits. “But she got the albums I sent to her. Sent the ones signed by the others too. That kid loves Jisung, do you know that?”

“I got her into Jisung.”

He sits up, looking almost offended. “Your bias is Han Jisung?”

“This world doesn’t revolve around you, superstar.” You flash him a cheeky grin. “I wanted to ask you to let me go to the backstage again last tour, but I restrained myself. As your kind best friend, I shouldn’t abuse my privilege.”

“You know that he never cleans his room, right?”

You hum, “Nobody’s perfect, Jinnie.”

“Oh come on!” Hyunjin protests. “If it’s Jeongin I understand although he also never cleans his room. But Jisung? And you’re calling yourself my best friend!”

“He’s funny!” you argue. ”He has a nice voice—it’s really sexy when he raps, he dances well, he wrote all my favorite Stray Kids songs, and he actually had the balls to fight you. A real champ.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, making a gesture to snatch Gureum away from you. “And at the end of the day, you love him,” you add. “He makes you laugh too.”

Well, it’s a fact he can’t refute. You ask, “Do you think I should hit on him or something? Will people call me out? Does he have someone?”

“We are not having this conversation Y/N. I don’t care if both of you are my best friends, you’re not dating Han Jisung. What happened to that ‘hot senior’ Jung Jaehyun? The last time we called, you were so in love with him.”

The mention of Jaehyun’s name causes you to slump into your bed, covering yourself with your thick blanket. “I sort of blew it up,” you mumble. “He asked me on a real date and I said no.”

You seem to hit realization that’s way too late, and now you’re hollering, “I said no to Jung Jaehyun! Oh my God Hyunjin… I’m such an idiot!”

Hyunjin can’t contain his giggles. Relief washes over him; you and Jaehyun seemed rather serious and while he wished you well, the thought of you being with someone else always pains him. He knows he’s not allowed to feel that way just because you’re best friends.

Most of the times, he can’t help it.

“He’s a real gentleman and he said he was into me. ME. Everyone would throw themselves at him but he came up to me and I flat out rejected him. What the hell is wrong with me?!”

You’re rolling on your bed, whining and kicking at the air. “I tried not to think about it but… it was just a date? Even if I didn’t end up dating him at least I could tell my grandchildren that I went on a date with Jung Jaehyun!”

“Is he really that great?” Hyunjin asks, out of curiosity but laced with jealousy he hopes you can’t see. His words sound distant to his own ears, triggering his fear of losing you.

“Yeah, I guess?”

You nudge his legs when he doesn’t respond. “How about you? Everything’s fine? You don’t look happy thesedays.”

Hyunjin never lies to you. You have a full access to his heart; he lets you in on his happiest days when life feels like the shiniest summer. He also lets you in even after the messiest thunderstorm when he feels that everything is fucked up. This time, he wants to lock you out. There’s nothing to see, there’s nothing to fix.

His heart is empty—he is empty, and he wants to protect you from the bleakness of it.

“I’m fine, just been arguing with Felix and Minho hyung over the song we’ll perform. It feels too monotone for me, but they think it’s perfect,” he explains, not completely lying. “I don’t know if I’m being selfish but somehow I just can’t let it go.”

“Have you tried explaining to them? Not how you feel, but how the song is. You can always go technical, you don’t need to worry just because Minho is more experienced.”

Hyunjin sighs. “I did, but probably it’s just me.”

“Do you wanna talk things out?” You yawn, squishing Gureum into your chest. “Or do you want to just sleep?”

He glances at the clock. “We both need sleep. It’s almost 3A.M.”

“Alright. Good night—I mean good morning!”

Hyunjin stretches his neck to look at you, your eyes are already closed. He relaxes his body and tries to sleep, but his jumbled mind keeps him awake. Hyunjin waits until you’re fast asleep before scooting closer, softly taking your hand in his before closing his eyes once again. He did it a lot when he was younger, holding your hand until he fell asleep. You nagged at him because it woke you up, but you never told him to stop doing it.

Tonight is no different.

“Hyunjin?”

“Sorry.”

You turn to him, “It’s okay.”

He mumbles a thank you, ready to go to sleep when you move to the mattress. Hyunjin gulps at the close proximity, it’s been too long since you slept on the same bed as him.

“Hyunjin, I missed you.”

Hyunjin heard a theory somewhere: 3.A.M-conversations are the most honest. It’s a little over 3A.M now, and he doesn’t how much of that theory is true, but your words fuel something deep within him. The feeling so strong he has to tear his gaze away from you. Hyunjin slowly pulls you into his arms, patting your back in rhythm with the clock.

He grazes his lips on your shoulder, mouthing his reply quietly, “I missed you too.”

You nod against his chest, pulling your hand out of his grasp so you could circle your arms around his torso.

Hyunjin falls asleep almost immediately, succumbing to the warmth and comfort you radiate.

He’s going to be alright.

“Do you think I’ll ever debut?”

Hyunjin takes off his SOPA jacket, plopping onto the bed while you’re munching on a pack of jelly. “Let me sleep for 10 minutes. I have to go to the company after this.”

You slap his thigh. “Why do you always sleep in my room? If I got a dollar everytime you sabotage my bed I’d be really rich now. Get out, you have practice!”

He reaches for your knee, using it as a pillow. Hyunjin feels you soften as you card your hand through his hair. “Is it hard? Are those mean hyungs still bothering you?”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “Changbin hyung told those motherfuckers to mind their own business.”

“Stop cursing!” you hiss. “It’s not cool, and what if you accidentally curse on broadcast later? You have so much to learn…”

Hyunjin opens his eyes and smiles when he meets your gaze. “Do you think I’ll ever debut?” he repeats his question.

“Have you seen yourself dancing? You’re better than most of the trainees I saw at the open showcase. Plus you have so many girls screaming your name. No offense, but that is definitely a plus point.”

You give his head a little smack when you notice doubt flashing through his orbs. “I believe in you, Hyunjin. Don’t doubt yourself,” you tell him softly. “And if you need someone to give those ‘motherfuckers’ a lesson, just call me. I know some people who can shut them up.”

He lets out an obnoxious gasp. “Are you a gangster now?! Your parents are going to be so disappointed in you. Looks like you have to say goodbye to medical school now…”

You sigh, now it’s your turn to look at Hyunjin with doubt in your eyes. “I’ll get in, right? What if I flunk my results later?”

“This is why I hate smart people,” he bemoans. “You rank first in the whole school, stop saying nonsense.”

Both of you a few more minutes lying in silence. When he waves you goodbye, Hyunjin feels like he can soar.

He’s safe with you, and you’re safe with him.

“Hwang Hyunjin, get off me!”

Hyunjin wakes up to you trying to untangle your legs from his. He catches your flailing legs, removing his before examining your face. “It’s almost noon. Aren’t you running late?” you pester, pointing at the clock.

“Lunch?” he asks.

This is supposed to be awkward. Hyunjin can’t recall what happened a few hours ago before blushing—he’s never been that intimate with you before. You two have had a fair share of platonic cuddle sessions, but last night felt different.

“Not yet,” you mutter. “I just woke up. Oh God my back hurts.”

He wants to know whether you feel the same, but you’ve made your way to the bathroom before he could ask anything. “What do you want to eat?” you yell, almost incoherently due to the toothpaste in your mouth.

“You’re not going to shower?” Hyunjin playfully shrieks.

“It’s my day off!”

“My mom must’ve cooked something. Gimme 10 minutes.”

Although he’s done this at least a hundred times, it’s still hard for Hyunjin to leave home. Seeing his he’s never able to stop his heart getting heavier at the sight of bidding his family goodbye until God knows when.

“Please come home more Y/N,” his mother asks you, raising her eyebrow. “Hyunjin seems to randomly pop up whenever you’re here, so please, come home more.”

You smack his back loudly, causing him to let out a choked groan. “I’ll teach him a lesson, don’t worry.”

Hyunjin gives his mother a sheepish smile, knowing all too well what she meant. He pulls you out before she starts grilling him for information, yelling one last goodbye before closing the door. You search for something inside your bag, stopping him from pressing the elevator button.

“You left something?”

“My dorm key,” you answer, walking back to your own unit. “You should just go,” you say. “It’s in the middle of the day anyways, we shouldn’t be seen together.”

Hyunjin follows you inside, watching you rummage through one of the buffet drawers. He notices how your shoulders are slumped and the way your eyebrows furrow. As his mind wanders to last night once again, you jab at his stomach lightly. “Hey, you’re spacing out.”

“Oh,” is all Hyunjin can say. He takes a good look of you, something he always does before he parts ways with you. Before he can stop himself, Hyunjin has wrapped his arms around you, letting you hear his erratic heartbeat. He still misses you, even after spending the whole night together.

Eventually, you pull away. “I’ll go first.” You ruffle his head. “See you when I see you?”

“See you soon,” he corrects you.

You smile, taking your bag from the floor and when he blinks, you’re gone.

Hyunjin still misses you now, even when you were just in his embrace a few minutes ago, burying your head into the crook of his neck. The empty space in his heart seems to expand whenever he thinks about you.

It hurts.

Minho ends the dance practice and everyone collapses on the floor the moment the music stops playing. Hyunjin immediately restarts the discussion they had before practice started.

“We used to sing both Grow Up and You Can Stay, why do we have to choose one now?” he demands while all of them are sprawled on the floor. “Our fans miss it too, I think it’s the perfect chance to bring it back.”

Chan takes a deep breath, nodding at Hyunjin. “I can’t see why not,” he says with a chuckle. “I don’t even remember why we abandoned it in the first place.”

Hyunjin does, and he knows Chan does too. It was simple, really. The song that once gave them comfort turned into this big monster made out of their worst nightmares. Each member had cried to the song during some of their concerts, and now performing it in front of everyone always brings back the painful memories.

“Yeah, we should sing it again,” Felix adds, kicking Jisung’s leg so the latter would sit up and voice out his opinion. “Well.” Jisung scratches the back of his head, “I’m cool with it.”

The rest of the group mumbles similar answers and Chan claps, giving Hyunjin a thumbs up. “Hyunjinnie is all grown up,” he praises before gathering his things and leaves. Hyunjin snorts at the leader’s compliment, but his sparkly eyes can’t fool anyone.

He pulls out his phone to relay the happy news to you, but the sparks in his eyes quickly fade when his messages from hours ago are still unread.

“What time are we leaving tomorrow?” he asks.

Seungmin checks his phone. “5A.M.”

Hyunjin wipes his sweat, chugging his water. Their American tour starts in a few days, and while he’s ecstatic because they’ll be performing at LA Staples Center for the first time, he also feels uneasy.

He takes out his phone, opening his contacts and stops when he sees your name. He stares at the number he remembers by heart.

“You okay?” Seungmin asks. “If you’re worried about District 9’s formation change, don’t. You nailed it today.”

“District 9…” Hyunjin trails off. “We’re getting too old for District 9.”

Jeongin grunts in agreement. “Whenever we finish my head always spins for like a minute. It’s been too long.”

“Yah,” Seungmin scolds him. “You need to get it checked. What if there’s something wrong with your head?”

The youngest does an exaggerated head banging, earning a kick from the puppy-like boy. Hyunjin chuckles at the two’s antics; some things never really change, and he’s grateful that this is one of those things.

Seungmin throws a playful punch at Jeongin’s stomach one last time before focusing his gaze back on Hyunjin. “Seriously though, did something happen?”

Hyunjin’s brain has a lot of template answers to questions like this, but the cliché words on tip of his tongue feel burning. His friends wait patiently as he fumbles for words, blinking his tears away when he fails to find the right words.

“I don’t even know if there’s anything,” he finally concludes. “It’s just—ever since Bonsang, it’s been hard. It’s been… nothing. Empty.”

Seungmin and Jeongin only nod, as if they understand how he feels. They probably do, Hyunjin thinks. Maybe he’s not the only one. Maybe all of his members have experienced it at some point, although at different times. Hyunjin feels slightly relieved at the thought. I’m not insane.

When he was a trainee, he thought everything would be fine once he debuted. It was, to some extent. But he was young and naïve, and when things beyond his control happened, Hyunjin barely managed to stay afloat. People told him how to handle stress, how to voice out his concerns, how to manage his body, mind and soul. He knew how to survive, theoretically.

No one actually taught him nor the other boys, and for an 18 year-old boy, feelings got intense quickly. After some trials and errors, everyone figured that it was best not to bottle up their feelings. Once again, it sounded easy in theory. In reality, with so many things happening at once, most of them eventually created a space in their own heads to seal everything in. They endured.

Jeongin looks at him with hesitation, rubbing his hands together. “It happens,” he reassures him. “It’s okay to worry about it, hyung. But worry about it with me, please!” Jeongin raises his tone. “You can barge into my room anytime. You can annoy the hell out of me, but stop suffering alone, will you?!”

Seungmin can’t miss the chance to tease the maknae. “Says the one who cried alone all night long in the bathtub after losing his voice.”

“If I hadn’t found you, you would’ve passed out,” Hyunjin adds. Jeongin lifts his hands in defeat. “Whatever. But I meant what I said.”

“Our Jeongin is so dependable,” Hyunjin coos.

“You say that all the time.” Jeongin rolls his eyes. “And then still baby me.”

Seungmin takes Hyunjin’s phone from the floor, passing it to the owner. “Call Y/N.”

Hyunjin panics a little. “Why?”

Seungmin shrugs. “Better days start after meeting the person you want to see the most!”

“Speaking of you and Y/N,” Jeongin quips. “You guys aren’t in high school anymore, stop flirting with each other and date already.”

Hyunjin gets a surge of bravery and dials your number, but immediately regrets his decision with each passing minute. He almost ends the call when you finally answer. “Hyunjin?”

“H-hi,” he stammers. “Busy?”

“Kind of... What? What happened?”

“Can we meet? I only need a couple of minutes. You’re in Seoul, right?”

“I am. Hyunjin, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

It’s scaring me too.

“I want to tell you in person. Where are you? I’ll come to you.”

Hyunjin isn’t sure when the lines between best friends and something more started to get blurry. The worse thing is, he realized it way too late and things got complicated before he could do anything about it.

“It’s too late to back out,” he mouths to himself while opening the stairwell door in the hospital you’re currently at. You’re sitting on one of the steps, dozing off as your head hits the wall every now and then.

Hyunjin runs his hand through his hair, guilt consuming him. He sits beside you, pulling your head to his right shoulder. The two of you always attended the same school until high school, when he decided to enroll in SOPA instead of a regular school. Since then, he never really knows what’s going on in your life. You told him about your close friends, the small fights, medical students’ inside jokes, the good looking boys, all the knowledge and experiences you’re grateful for despite the never-ending suffering and constant lack of sleep. You told him everything, but he’s never actually seen you in your world.

You’ve seen enough of his world—you’ve gone to his concerts, awards shows, even fansigns (as a prank because you wanted to see him getting all flustered while pretending not to know you). Hyunjin never has the time or makes an effort to do the same, and while it’s completely understandable due to the nature of his job, he feels like he’s going to lose you.

As he brushes your hair out of your face, Hyunjin asks himself whether he’s good enough for you.

“Whoa,” you suddenly whisper, straightening your body. “Did I fall asleep?”

Hyunjin stops you from getting up. “You must be tired.”

“So are you.” You remove his hand from your head. “So tell me. What’s going on?”

You’re here, sitting beside him, only wanting truth to come out of his mouth. Hyunjin bites his lip, the urge to just let go is eating him up, his soul begging him to get some answers. The familiar hollowness is back, and tears start to roll down his cheeks.

This isn’t the first time he cries in front of you, so you just pat his head, waiting for the tears to stop. “I’m sorry,” he groans. “I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You lift his head, eyes looking straight into his. “What for?” you mutter. “Hyunjin, please tell me.”

Hyunjin makes a silent plead at himself to toughen up, but it’s hard when you’re staring at him like this, wide eyes filled with raw concern and sincerity that never fail to touch the deepest part of his heart. “Hmm?” you prompt, still patting his head ever so softly.

“It’s been hard,” Hyunjin sniffles. “It’s hard to look forward to the future. I feel restless all the time. I have nothing to fight for. It’s…,” He makes gestures with his hand in attempt to explain it better. “… empty.”

You wipe his tears with the sleeve of your white coat. “Do you know why you feel that way?”

Hyunjin nods. “We’re doing well, we really are… and that’s probably why. Everything is going too well I don’t know what thrills me anymore. I thought I’d feel content once I reached all of my dreams, but that’s not the case.”

He examines your face, rehearsing the next lines in his head again and again. You cock an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. And the last bit of Hyunjin’s defense crumbles with every blink of your pretty eyes.

“And you… I miss you all the time. Even when you’re right here with me, I still miss you. I have to hold back whenever I’m with you because I don’t want you to run away from me. I love you, Y/N. I don’t know when it all started but maybe I’ve always loved you and it hurts me not being able to tell you that. The emptiness… it gets worse whenever you tell me we shouldn’t be seen together or that you have to go or when you have other boys like Jaehyun who are clearly better for you than I am because they can be there for you. I love you so bad you don’t know how hard it is to go through days without you, without kissing you good night, without hearing you laugh for me. I keep thinking, ‘what if you’re suddenly gone?’ Maybe you’ll leave me someday, maybe you’ll tell me that you can’t be my friend anymore, but I need you, Y/N. I love you and I need you here with me to keep going. I—”

Hyunjin watches you slowly—very slowly—retract your hand from his head as words fail him, and he feels as if his guts are being hammered to pieces. He can’t read your eyes, can’t even try to define what your gaze means.

You eventually stand up, pulling him up with you. “I’m not the answer, Hyunjin,” you mutter. “You can’t expect that you’ll never feel empty again once I say that I accept your feelings. It’s just—it’s not fair. This isn’t just about us not being together.”

“But—”

“I know,” you cut him off, your body start shaking due to all the tension. “I know. That’s how you feel, and I can’t dictate you what to feel and not to feel. Think about it like this…”

You pause to check if he’s still listening to you. He nods, weakly.

“… you spent years working your ass off to get recognition from everyone, and you did it. Don’t ever forget that, I’m begging you. So all of your dreams have come true and you feel lost now… it’s okay. You have a lot of time, Hyunjin. You can always have a new dream, you can have a thousand more. Don’t make me the answer to everything just because you haven’t found any other answer.”

You wait for him to respond, but Hyunjin is frozen to his spot. His world is now upside down, and he doesn’t know how long it will take to fix everything.

Your phone rings, snapping him out of his trance. You look at him apologetically. “I have to go.” Those damn words again. “Ask Seungmin to help you ice your face, you don’t want to show up at the airport with swollen eyes, do you? Call me before you take off, okay? Hyunjin?”

He can only nod, trying his best to give you the most reassuring smile. He feels everything all at once: shock, shame, sadness… but mostly regret because you’re right.

You always are.

“Have fun on tour! Send me all the photos you take!”

Now it’s turn for Hyunjin’s phone to ring as you make your way out, leaving him alone. He’s about to press the green button when the door opens once again. Hyunjin lets his phone ring, watching you fidget with your hands.

He’s still pretty much tongue-tied, but forces himself to ask, “Did you ever… love me? As more than friends?”

To his surprise, you take quick steps towards him, tiptoeing to press your lips on his. Your eyes are closed, your hands are tied to your sides and it takes Hyunjin his whole willpower to refrain himself from pulling your body closer, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the life out of you. He closes his eyes and just stands there, accepting whatever you’re willing to give him because there’s nothing he yearns more than your love and trust.

Hyunjin almost whines when you pull away with red cheeks and teary eyes. “Come back to me when you’re ready. I’ll wait for you. Only you.”

It’s Hyunjin’s 10th (or 11th? He can’t really remember) visit to New York, but he’s still as excited as a kid with his lollipop. After years of traveling from country to country, Hyunjin realizes that he just doesn’t get bored, ever. Each place holds a special memory he keeps close to his heart, something sentimental that motivates him to go back every chance he gets.

“Stand there,” he motions at Seungmin—the only one who’s willing to accompany him walking around the Empire State Building for the nth time—to stand at the spot he points at. Seungmin follows his instruction, smiling when Hyunjin starts counting. They examine the result and Seungmin shoves his leg. “I guess you finally learned something.”

Hyunjin feigns hurt, setting his camera’s focus on a group of kids, holding his breath before pressing the shutter. “As if you taught me anything.”

He glances at his bandmate who’s busy taking photos with his own camera. Photo hunting with Seungmin is always in Hyunjin’s “limited free time” itinerary. They’ve strolled around so many cities together, sometimes it takes the whole day if time allows them. Strangely, Seungmin never gets bored of it either and although it’s no surprise since he loves photography more than anything else, Hyunjin is grateful.

“You never say no whenever I ask you to take photos with me,” Hyunjin states. “Why?”

Seungmin frowns. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just wondering,” Hyunjin mumbles. “We do pretty much the same thing everytime. Sometimes I force you to go to the places we’ve been to… don’t you get bored?”

“It’s always different everytime, I thought that’s why sometimes you take photos at the same place? It’s never exactly the same, don’t you think?”

Hyunjin goes through the photos he took in New York last year, smiling at some of them as he recalls the funny anecdotes behind them. When he slips his phone back into his jeans pocket and lets his eyes wander… yes, nothing is exactly the same.

“You truly are a photographer. When’s your next exhibition, Photographer Kim?”

Seungmin snaps his finger. “Ah! Exhibition! I forgot to ask you, why don’t we held a joint exhibition this time?”

“You want to show your photos along with my photos?”

“Why not? Yours are amazing too! And you’re my best friend, it’ll be fun.”

Hyunjin imagines having his photo framed on the wall. Small placards pinned underneath, containing the words he constructs to explain each of them. The fans will come to feel how it feels like to be here behind the lens. Maybe people who don’t even know him will come too, and get a chance to actually know him.

He reaches his phone to relay the idea to you, smiling to himself when he finds messages from you instead.

y/n: [sends a picture]

y/n: ahreum finally woke up today! isnt she pretty?

me: everyone is prettier than you

me: you must be happy!!

y/n: ??????

y/n: oh. she asked me to recommend boygroup songs

y/n: i made her listen to every single skz song

y/n: and your solo songs!!!!

me: awwwwwww

me: and you cant be doing this for free right?

“Is that your best friend slash girlfriend?” Seungmin is suddenly standing behind him, reading over his shoulder. “You guys are so cute it’s making me feel sick.”

Hyunjin sighs, gazing at the busy street upon him. “We’re not dating. At least not yet.”

“What happened? Just realized that I never really asked.”

“She asked me to come to her when I’m ready.”

Seungmin looks at him quizzically, but decides not to press him further. “Are you ready now?”

They’re flying back to Seoul next week, and while he thought he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the tour, he truly did. He thinks of all the good things that have happened: the sold out shows, the happy tears, his improvement, the upcoming exhibition with Seungmin, and lastly, you—the one who’s patiently waiting for him.

There have been a lot of times when Hyunjin feels like he’s everywhere but nowhere at the same time. It sounds scary, but now he realizes that he only needs to admit that he’s indeed everywhere, but never nowhere.

“Almost.”

The instrumental of Grow Up starts to play and all the boys rush back to their designated positions. The atmosphere turns a bit more sentimental as the bridge approaches, they’re just looking at each other while Minho is singing his part. In the past, they often teased each other during this very part, afraid that they would break down if they let their emotions overtake them. Hyunjin averts his gaze to the audience, watching the beautiful color of their lightsticks light up the huge stadium. As he gestures at some of the fans to stop crying, Hyunjin thanks himself for convincing the others to add the song back to their setlist.

The song comes to an end, and Chan gathers everyone to make a circle. Hyunjin feels pats on his head and back, Chan’s voice drowned by the fans who are still singing. He can’t resist the urge to turn around, so he does just that, and what he won’t trade what he sees for anything.

Their fans are standing there, eyes focused on everyone on stage as they sing each syllable perfectly. Changbin follows his gaze, and soon all of them are facing the audience again, listening to every wish, every hope, and every message relayed through the lyrics of the song.

Hyunjin lifts his mic, eyes darting to Chan who gives him a nod of approval. “Thank you,” he begins. “This is our last stop for this tour, and I can’t be any prouder and thankful to all of you.”

He lets the translator translate his speech before continuing, “I had a lot of worries before the tour started. I honestly thought I wouldn’t be able to go through everything.”

“You made our dreams come true,” Hyunjin continues. “You made my dreams come true and I naively thought that was the end of everything. But I learned a lot during this tour, and once again, you made this happen. All the pretty words you told us, they mean a lot. They always will. I realized that this will always be my dream, no matter how many times this has come true. I want to make you, who stay with us throughout everything, happy. I want to be here for a very long time. I want to be with you, to be with the members and our family, for a very long time.”

He stops when he feels he can’t continue anymore, letting the others take the spotlight. He gives each of his bandmates with a loving gaze, stopping at Minho who lets tears roll down his cheeks this time. Jeongin is giggling beside him, walking over to wrap the tsundere hyung in a firm hug.

Hyunjin thinks they’ve really come a long way.

Being back home usually gives Hyunjin a peace of mind, but when he sees no notification on his phone, he feels weird. He dials his mother’s number, his heart grows even more anxious when she picks up.

“Oh Hyunjin-ah, did you just land?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you come over here? Or do you have an important schedule?”

“No, we get 2 days off. What’s going on?”

“Y/N’s sister passed away. Sorry we didn’t tell you sooner, we didn’t want you to panic.”

“Eomma! How could you?”

“I’m sorry. This is Y/N’s request as well. She’s been here for 2 days and no one can make her eat anything. Can you take her home?”

“I’ll be there soon.”

“You’re going to live in Germany! You’re such a lucky kid!”

The little girl smiles bashfully as you pout at her. “The luckiest girl on Earth,” you add, fixing her messy hair.

“If you’re so jealous of me, why don’t you come along?”

“Are you kidding?” you exclaim. “I’m on my way to be the greatest doctor in this country. You can’t change my mind.”

“Alright, it’s time to go,” your father interrupts, giving you one last hug before whispering things into your ear. Hyunjin steps back to allow you say goodbye to your family, tearing up at the painful sight. Your father, a doctor, accepts an offer to work in a hospital in Germany and takes the whole family with him since your sick little sister needs more intensive treatment.

But you’re staying to become a great doctor like your father, hoping you’ll get a chance to cure your sister later.

“Please take care of her, Hyunjin. We trust you,” your mother tells him. Hyunjin nods, enveloping your hand in his. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here monitoring her every move and drag her back home whenever she spends too much time at the academy.”

Your sister laughs, bowing to Hyunjin. “I also want a boyfriend like Hyunjinoppa! Please take care of our unnie.”

You yank your hand away from him. “He’s not my boyfriend!”

Hyunjin seems unbothered by your statement, bowing to your family to annoy you more. “Our family will take care of her, you can trust us.”

Your sister’s smiling face greets Hyunjin as he enters the funeral home. He stares at the photo then closes his eyes to pray, whispering strings of apologies that’s always too late. I’m sorry I never visited you. I’m sorry I failed to take care of your sister. I’m sorry I didn’t call you enough.

He bows to your family, the first bow since years ago, and he wishes he could turn back time. Hyunjin turns to you, gazing into your tired eyes. Your mother pulls him towards you. “She hasn’t eaten at all. Can you please bring her home, Hyunjin? I hope you’re not too busy. I’m sorry that we meet like this.”

“Hyunjin just landed in Seoul. How could you force him to come here?” you snap, returning his gaze. “Go home. I’ll call you later.”

Hyunjin almost yells in frustration, but swallows everything before dragging you out, only tightening his grip on your wrist when you try to pry his hand off of you. You keep shouting at him, yelling at him to stop, but Hyunjin doesn’t budge. He drags you all the way to his car, opening the passenger door for you.

“Get in the car, Y/N.”

Without waiting for you to move, he lifts your body and sits you down, fastening your seatbelt. “Please don’t push me away,” he pleads. “Why do you always tell me go home, go back to practice, to leave… why?! I promised your parents to take care of you. I promised your sister, why aren’t you letting me do that?!”

“I never asked you to do that,” you mutter through gritted teeth, causing Hyunjin to grip your shoulders.

“You only said that to hurt me,” he replies. “Even now you’re still trying to push me away. I want to be here Y/N. Don’t you want me here?”

You avoid his eyes, keeping your gaze on your clasped hands. “Tell me,” Hyunjin challenges. “Tell me that you don’t want me to stay with you, and I’ll leave.”

He waits for you to respond, letting out a relieved sigh he doesn’t bother hiding when you shake your head. “Want you here. Thank you.”

“Have you cried?”

After your sister was born, you were told not to shed tears in front of her. Your parents always scolded you if you started crying when you saw her in pain, and after some time, it became a habit. A habit that Hyunjin absolutely despises since it makes you suppress your feelings, as if punishing you for having feelings.

“I don’t know… maybe I haven’t.”

“You lost your sister, you can cry. Your parents cried a lot too, it’s fine.”

You nod, resting your head in the crook of his neck when tears start to well up. Hyunjin presses a kiss on your temple, finding himself tearing up the moment you start sobbing, something he has never witnessed although he’s known you for almost his whole life.

“Is this your Armani suit?” you manage to voice in the middle of sobs and snorts. He takes you into his embrace, chuckling, “Yes, but you can ruin it however you want. Another privilege as my best friend.”

“Can I abuse this privilege?”

“Ruining my expensive suits?”

“No,” you laugh airily. “Crying when you’re with me.”

Hyunjin cups your wet cheeks, gently pushing your hands away when you want to wipe your tears away. “Anytime. You can cry, laugh, curse, get angry, get drunk… you can do anything when you’re with me.”

And that’s all it takes before you start sobbing into his suit again. Hyunjin is standing there for the longest time, sandwiched by the passenger seat and door of his car with you in his arms. He doesn’t care, he will do it all over again, and he will do much more. For you, and only you.

“Where are you? It’s past midnight already!”

“Hwang Hyunjin, you’re lucky I’m willing to go home when I have a morning shift tomorrow,” you scold him over the phone.

“It’s my birthday! Wait, it isn’t even my birthday anymore!” he whines in an obnoxious tone that never fails to upset you. He giggles when he hears you huff, the sound of the elevator signaling that you’ve already arrived.

“You asked me to buy you a cake right before I left,” you hiss. “Now open the door, I’m outside.”

The call ends and Hyunjin rushes to the door. You’re carrying the red velvet cake he requested, the candles already lit and Hyunjin tries not to melt at the way you look at him. He did ask you to buy him a cake and “surprise” him at your apartment, but he is nowhere near ready to see you like this: all smiley and cheery for him despite sounding annoyed over the phone.

“Happy birthday,” you sing song, your smile growing wider as he blows the candle. Hyunjin returns your smile before taking the cake from you, pulling you towards your room. “Go get changed, I’ll slice the cake for you.”

A few minutes later, both of you are seated on your couch, talking about every little thing while enjoying the cake. Hyunjin tells you about Stray Kids’ upcoming comeback, a very special one since Minho choreographed the title track. You tell him about various cases that happened in the hospital while wondering if you’ll ever finish medical school and actually be a doctor.

Everything feels the way Hyunjin expects it to be, until you put your empty plate on the table and look at him straight in the eyes. “Hyunjin…”

He quickly swallows and places his plate on the table as well, never breaking eye contact with you. “What?”

You gulp. “Do you remember when I asked you to come find me when you’re ready?”

“Feels like yesterday.”

“Well,” you murmur. “I’m just wondering if you’re… ready.”

Fire lights up in his stomach, and before you can continue, Hyunjin is already trapping you between his body and the couch. “I am,” he says. “Are you?”

You brush his fringe with your fingers. “You were waiting for me?”

“You told me to start dreaming again, so I did,” Hyunjin recalls. “And I realized that all of my dreams are right in front of me—you, my family, the hyungs, Jeongin, the fans… keeping you guys with me is something I’ll always dream of although all of you are already here.”

You pout at him, but Hyunjin doesn’t miss the proud gleam in your eyes. “Then what’s taking you so long?”

He pinches your nose. “I waited for you to be ready, as you said before, it wasn’t just about us being together. I don’t want you to choose me only because you feel like you need me. I want you to… want me… to love me with a clear head. Just like what you wanted me to do. I want to give you the world, but only if you allow me to.”

You circle your arms around his neck, sighing happily, “You gave me the world, Hyunjin. You listen to me, you console me, you give me a shoulder to cry on. You’re the only one I’ve ever waited for, and I’m so glad that you came back to me.”

Hyunjin is sure that his whole system has stopped working, the words you just uttered feel like the strongest, yet the sweetest liquor he’s ever tasted. He is drunk on the love you offer; he’s drunk on your touch, your smile and everything you want to give him. You’re driving him nuts, completely nuts, but it’s the only thing he wants to feel. You are the only one he yearns to feel.

You seem to sense his burning gaze and start nibbling on your bottom lip. “So this is the part where you kiss me…”

“This is the part where I kiss you…”

You shake your head. “This feels weird. You’re my best friend.”

“You kissed me,” Hyunjin reminds you. “It’s not like we’ve never done it before.”

“No, but—” You pause to let yourself breathe. “I kissed you. This is different, I’m not going to survive you kissing me.”

“For the love of God Y/N, just—”

You point at your lips. “And I still have my lipgloss on!”

Hyunjin is caressing your reddening cheek now, trying to destroy the last bit of your defense. “And what’s wrong with that?” he asks softly.

“It’s sticky! Our lips will get stuck and it won’t be romantic.”

“So what do you want to do? Go into your room and wipe it off with a cotton pad or something?”

“Yeah, let’s do—”

Hyunjin doesn’t let you finish as he finally dives in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that set both of you on fire. He hums when he feels your body relax in his hold, allowing him to savor you with so much longing and want. Hyunjin lets his heart take the lead, kissing you harder whenever you tug the ends of his hair and making him putty under your touch. It never feels enough, it feels like he only gets hungrier everytime you return his kiss, the feeling of your lips moving against his almost destroys him.

Nothing is stopping him now, he came back to you and you welcomed him with open arms. Hyunjin leaves one more open mouthed kiss on your lips before pulling away with a loud pop, taking in the sight of you trying to breathe. You slowly meet his eyes with flushed cheeks, eyes mirroring his own and Hyunjin tries to remember every single detail. “God I love you so much,” he hears himself whisper.

You smile, lifting your hand to trace his face delicately. “I love you.”

“Are you mine now?” Hyunjin knows this is childish, but he wants to hear it. He longs to hear it.

Thankfully, you’re willing to play his game tonight. “Only yours.”

“No more mourning over Jung Jaehyun?”

“Jesus Christ, do you need to stoop that low.”

“Yes.” Hyunjin pecks your nose. “He doesn’t listen to K-pop, right? Introduce him to me.”

You roll your eyes. “I love you, why the hell are we talking about Jaehyun now?”

“Then what should we talk about?”

“Since we’re on a competition to ruin the mood, lemme burst your bubble: my parents are moving back in next week so we need another place to do... this.”

“Okay,” Hyunjin answers. “What are we gonna do now?”

You wrap your legs around his torso, making him gasp. “I don’t know, kiss me again? I’m gonna tell you this just once, but I, along with thousands of other people, have always wanted to kiss you. It made me feel pathetic, but it is what it is.”

Hyunjin blushes, but refuses to lose to you. “You tried to make me not kiss you a few minutes ago and now you’re desperate to kiss me. Was I that good?”

“Hmmm I guess so,” you hum.

He swiftly lifts your body, grinning when you tighten your hold around his neck. “Well, I’m yours to kiss now,” he teases, trying to walk into room without knocking into things. You leave soft kisses all over his face, prompting Hyunjin to walk faster so he could just kiss you already.

When your back hit your bed, Hyunjin stops to admire your face. “I kissed you a long time ago, don’t you remember?”

Your eyes widen. “You? Kissed me? With those plush lips? When?!”

“You don’t remember? But it was our first kiss!”

You spend the next few minutes racking your brain before nodding. “Ah, it did happen a long time ago.”

“It’s okay, maybe you wanted to forget that moment. It was your darkest time, and I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

Shaking your head, you run your thumb along his lip. “Thank you for staying with me all these years.”

Hyunjin closes the gap between you once again, hoping to chase away all the sorrow inside your soul. You pull him closer, making him practically lying on top of you, feeling your chest rise with each touch of his lips on your skin. “Thank you,” a kiss on each of your eye, “for,” a kiss on the tip of your nose, “making me,” a kiss on your lips—this time he lets it linger, “dream,” a kiss on your chin, “again,” and a kiss on your neck.

It took Hyunjin so long to understand the world, and now he still hasn’t understood even half of it. But in the middle of his journey, he met you. He learned to dream, he learned to love you.

And he learned to love himself.

The door opens with a bang, revealing an incredibly panicked Hyunjin. He just finished training when he received a call from you, who said nothing but, “I won’t let you walk home alone.” You wouldn’t end the call throughout his way home, but refused to say anything else and almost making Hyunjin dash to the police station.

Hyunjin sees your shadow, letting out a small scream when he spots you lying on the floor in the dark. He runs to you, about to carry you back into your room when you stop him. “I feel like crying,” you rasp, choking on your saliva. “I can’t stop it.”

It’s been a month since your family left, and while you’re trying your best to be a big girl and live the way you always do, it’s not easy. Hyunjin lies beside you, eyes locked on the tears rolling down your cheeks. You never cry loudly. You never sob nor wail. You just cry silently, mostly in the dark so you can’t see yourself crying.

Hyunjin takes your hand in his, hovering over you before tracing your tears with his lips as if it can stop them. He pecks every wet spot, slowly getting to your lips. He leaves a chaste, barely-there kiss before wrapping his arms around you, whispering comforting things until you start falling asleep on the hard floor.

Hyunjin hopes you’ll allow yourself to cry however you wish to someday.

a/n: i was so happy writing this that i almost cried when i finished because i know i’m going to miss writing this one. this story feels so sentimental, happy and sad at the same time and probably that’s why i feel so attached to it. ive wanted to write this since last year, even before “give my heart a chance”. i always wondered what would happen after we reach our dreams and i hope you’ll feel a little better after reading this (especially if you’re experiencing the same thing). this story is a long journey, but i hope you’ll enjoy it.

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chaeryybomb · 4 years

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JUNE COMEBACKS REVIEW

BLACKPINK: HOW YOU LIKE THAT

ngl I’m kinda sad bc a lot of y’all don’t like the song ;-; but I can’t do anything about it since it’s your opinion so

but I hope that people know the difference between hating and giving criticism saying the song sucks and that it’s trash music is straight up music

I can get why people are disappointed with the song since everyone wanted almost the same thing, “jennie getting a rap part”, “jisoo saying blackpink in your area” and a high note from rosé

personally I really like the song, to me it’s not the same as dddd and ktl tbh I think it’s different

plus I kinda expected it to be like that bc their songs usually follow that yg style ya know the only songs I say that don’t follow that stereotypical yg style is “love scenario”, “stay” and AKMU’s songs

i mean if you compare the song with other yg artists song, they all have the same vibe to it because of the “yg style” we always say

the song also gives me nct and skz vibes too, like specifically “punch” and “side effects” bc of the heavy edm and also bc their songs has been called noise before dhshd

but enough of that

I really like how the song starts calmly in the beginning and then it starts to be more aggressive

also I like the fact that each of the girls get a chance to say “how you like that”

lisa’s rap????? y e s

personally I feel like this time it had more of a fairer distribution, including lines and center parts

like jisoo actually gets some center parts in the dance break and chorus

i also really like the outfits this era, especially the modernized hanboks! though I have mix feelings about the pink wig dhshdh

speaking of hair, jennie!! she fucking dyed her hair!!!

and rosé is no longer blonde dhsjdj

the parts I found weird is when rosé says “look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane” i have no idea how that fits in the song so

and the “dumdudurum” part at the end, it sounds out of place, like especially after it the song ends

i also think that this is their best choreography! right next to don’t know what to do

overall, I really like the song, if you don’t it’s fine! hylt has the most aesthetic mv’s I’ve seen and the outfits are so much better and it has been said that BLACKPINK’s old stylist left the company in January no not maeng

lisa’s fur coat outfit reminds me of yeji’s outfit in wannabe

would I say that hylt is their best song? no, I think playing with fire was their best song but it’s not a terrible song either

another I like is jisoo owning this era, say what you want, hylt is Jisoo’s era period.

STRAY KIDS: GOD’S MENU

what even is a concept anymore

we all thought it was going to be some street racer concept

buT NO

it’s a kung fu panda concept dhshdh

felix!!! my baby has lines !!!!

his demonic voice is bACK

hyunjin’s blond hair 😭😭

what the fUCK

the way he tied it up in a ponytail, like sir that is diSRESPECTFUL he really is jaebum’s son huh

okay okay on to the song

it honestly shocked me so much, like the rap parts were so aggressive like and the vocals are kinda angelic???

i really really like the pre-chorus, seungmin’s voice is just so !!!!! i also like seungmin+i.n’s little duet after felix’s part

spEAKING OF FELIX’S PART

“looking like a chef I’m a five star Michelin” bro that part is lowkey demonic looking in the dance

like mans pulled his knees up and put his hands through them while looking directly at you

does that not look demonic to you??? my friend said it reminded her of a spider dhshdhr

also the “dududu” part instantly reminded me of bp’s dddd dhshd like can someone edit a part of bp going “oh wait till I do when I hit you with that” and cuts to skz “DUDUDU”

the fact that no one has done it yet astounishes me

also what the fuck is that chain thing on Chan’s face, who put it there and why dhshd

bless whoever gave changbin dual contacts lens

AND WHO GAVE JEONGIN SLEEVELESS SHIRTS WHO ALLOWED THAT DHSHD

at first I found the choreography a bit funny bc they added like cooking gestures to it dhshd, like stirring the pot in the chorus but my favorite part of the dance is changbin’s part

the entire album was a bop okay, the fact that “god’s menu” wasn’t even the title track and they decided to change it, the fact that jyp has so much TRUST in bang chan also we get to see chan and sana being best friends uwu

“pacemaker” is literally “my pace” 2020 ver dhshd it even has the “nananana” part!

my favorites from the album is “TA”, “blueprint” and “haven”!!

also “easy”,,,, chan what did u do that it can’t be performed in shows

TWICE: MORE & MORE

wow girl groups are really being criticized this month huh

if y’all don’t know what happened with twice, a lot of people are criticizing twice for not singing live during their encore stages

a lot of them are especially going after momo

I’ve watched their encore stages and I don’t know why people are saying they sound bad???? maybe they need a better vocal coach but the fact that people are taking advantages of the situation just to hate on them smh

a n y w a y s

the song definitely gives a whole lot of “dtna” vibes bc of the tropical concept, its like “dtna” but the mature version

if “dance the night away” had an older sister, it would be “more & more”

also I really like the eve & adam concept, “more & more” is also another “creepy”ish song that is hidden behind a catchy tune, like “yes or yes” where ppl think it’s a cute song but the lyrics says otherwise

okay actually writing this out, it’s mv has “dtna” vibe but the song is so much like “yes or yes”

if you read the lyrics, the girls are basically saying that “no matter how hard you try to hide, you’re going to be mine again”

even in dahyun’s rap she says “I’m naturally selfish, I’m sorry if you didn’t know” and “you will fall for me, you can’t say no no”

it’s almost the same as her part in “yes or yes” where she says “there is no letters n and o” dhshdh sorry this becam a whole theory

back the real song review, I’m so glad that momo got a dance break! I think that this is their fairest line distribution yet. jeongyeon got her lines, dubchaeng got their rap parts and momo has a lot of center parts!!

and the girls look so much happier during their promotions especially tzuyu! she was smiling so much, maybe it’s because mina is with them and I’m so happy they get to perform as nine again

i really like their choreography and the part where they do the chest bounce is really satisfying idk why dhsdh

plus jeongyeon got better outfits this era cough feel special era cough

overall, I really like this comeback and it’s nice that nayeon got the high notes this time instead of jihyo

IZ*ONE: SECRET STORY OF THE SWAN

oh boy this is definitely my favorite song of this month

it’s so much different than their other songs!!!

and there’s so much to go on about!

wonyoung, minju, sakura and hyewon literally improved so much. im so proud of them !!!

hyewon, nako and sakua getting to sing the chorus??? y e s

chaeyena rap parts????? y e s

chaeyeon getting a dance break AND a high note???? Y E S

my favorite parts is eunbi+chaewon pre chorus wow I have a thing for pre choruses don’t I dhsh

i will say that this song vies the girls the chance to show how much they’ve improved throughout the eras, especially the j-line and visual line since a lot of people said they didn’t belong in izone

wonyoung and yujin's expressions are really on point as well

and yena's hip move dhshdhs

it's also rlly cute how eunbi throws confetti at her part dhshd

it’s refreshing to see how the girls improved

unfortunately, izone will be disbanding this year ;-; this is why I never liked the produce series

but we do have some ideas what will happen to the members though, we all know yena will be added into everglow, i having a feeling that eunbi and chaeyeon will be debuting as a soloist, they have so much potential plus the radiate chungha energy

nako, hitomi and sakura would most likely return to Japan, although I see sakura staying in korea to pursue an acting career and hitomi as a producer since she wrote some of izone’s songs

yuri might debut as a solo or debut in a new girl group as main vocalists, the same goes for chaewon

i see minju and hyewon going into acting careers and CF contracts, the same as kang mina, especially since minju is now an mc for music core

whereas for wonyoung and yujin, their both still young so I think they’ll finish school before re-debuting in groups plus yujin will be attending sopa

especially wonyoung, we all know that she’s actually really smart and is good at academics, i also think she might do modeling work, she fits the criteria

i also kinda see yujin pursuing an acting career because she will be in the theatre and film department in sopa. unless starship is going to debut a new girl group, I hope that yujin can debut as a soloist instead

WEKI MEKI: OOPSY

*inhales*

LUCY AND LUA FINALLY GETTING THE LINES THEY D E S E R V E D

I’m so happy dhshdhhs

also lua fits the short hairstyle so much, I’ve literally fallen for her help I can’t get up

as much as I love yoojung, it’s nice to see lucy rapping

the song is very catchy, I especially like rina’s part in the second verse of the song

i also love the “wolf & hunter” concept for the album

like the pictures were very beautiful, I also like how they use white for the wolves and black for the hunters, it’s like painting the hunters at the bad guys and the wolves as the good guys

I am in love with Lucy, Lua and Sei’s “nonono” part in the chorus

and the choreography for the chorus too

as much as I love elly’s blue hair, she slays in black hair dhshd I

I really love their outftis this era, i like how it’s all pants for the girls too

my favorite outfits are the black outfits from the gif

overall, this is definitely their fairest line distribution cough tika taka and dazzle dazzle cough

NATURE: GIRLS

this is my second favorite song of the month

I love the whole horror concept and I also like the fact that they released the uncensored version of the mv

it’s give the song much more of the horror vibe

I’m new to Nature and as far as I know, a member is stuck in China and another member sat out due to an injury. please correct me if I’m wrong

the outfits might be simple, but it fits so right with the song, I prefer the white dresses over the black ones

it kinda gives out the feeling that the girls are like asylum patients ya know, whereas the black dresses gives out that the girls are rich daughters that were sent away

I really like LU and Haru’s parts

the dance is also kinda a simple but it looks great!

overall, I hope that Nature will do this concept again, actually I hope to see more groups do this kind of concepts more

WAYV: TURN BACK TIME

did this comeback scare me? yes yes it did

bro the teasers were so scARY

yangyang was literally laughing like a mANIAC

MANS WAS IN AN ASYLUM OKAY

their teasers gave me so much suicide squad vibes

also, why the fuck were 4/7 members not wearing shiRTS

sm do you have a shirt shortage??? I’m sure nctzens are more than happy to donate some shirts to you

okay anyways, I’ve always liked wayv’s sci-fi concept, I don’t know if the mv’s are connected or not but I think they are

“take off” is them basically flying away from earth and they landed in space in “moonwalk” and it seems they have been captured in “turn back time”

very inch resting dhshd

listen, I may be chinese but I can’t understand 70% of the song because of how fast it goES

so with that saying, yANGYANG DID NOT COME TO PLAY

his rap was amazing !!!! he is definitely one of sm’s best rappers along with taeyong and mark

my favorite part is lucas and hendery’s rap parts and then it switches to xiaojun and yangyang + kun, ten and xiaojun getting highnotes

the dance break is so satisfying to watch too

“stop, rewind, turn back time” and “5432” part is so satisfying

also I’m really impressed with how fast LabelV responded when fans pointed out that some of the outfits had offensive phrases in them, they took the time to edit it out of the teasers and the mv, cheers to them

also! i find it funny that wayv released the Korean version of “turn back time” but all of us were much more shocked at the fact that Ten got another cat dhshd

SEVENTEEN: LEFT & RIGHT

first of all, dokyeom looks so gOOD IN THE MV

second of all, vernon and wonwoo’s “hana dul set” will forever be iconic

third, seungcheol is back 😭😭

just like twice, they get to perform as 13 again dhsjdsn

AND THEY LOOK SO HAPPY DURING THIS ERA TOO

LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN WONWOO?? HE’S SUCH A SMILEY BABY with his orange mic dhshd

also if y’all don’t have tiktok, svt has been doing the “left & right” with so many other idols including chungha and apink’s naeun!

haha joshua hong and wen junhui being real disrespectful with those sleeveless shirts

bonus point we got svt x nct china line + mark and joshua interaction at music bank

their choreography looks so fun too dhshd

the entire comeback is so cute and colorful

my favorite parts are vernon and seungcheol’s rap parts

also vernon be rocking that greaser style

their new album is so versatile, like, “fearless”, “left & right”, “kidult” and “my my”?? who’s doing it like seventeen

i love their new songs so much especially “kidult”

overall, I really really love this comeback

WJSN: BUTTERFLY

I couldn’t find a group scene gif pls forgive me

let me say, I am absolutely in love with the concept, the outfit concept for this is so creative, I don’t know if any other groups have done it before but !!

their outfits evovle like a butterfly!!

at first, the outfits were plain pastel colours but they slowly become more detailed and colourful throughout the stages, like a caterpillar to a butterfly!

center yeoreum!!!

and dayoung looks so pretty in short hair 🥺

and again, as far as I know, the Chinese members are in China, two of them are apart of the Chinese group Rocket Girl and I think Chengxiao recently returned to Korea

I really like their ending pose where their hands are in the butterfly gesture and the “wings” are slowly flapping

and how their arms represent their wings during the chorus

by far one of the moor creative comebacks in my opinion

also, it’s nice to hear soobin doing the high note instead of yeonjung, let yeonjung rest her voice once in a while ya know

SUNMI: PPORAPPIPAM

THE QUEEN IS BACKKK

also wonder girls reunion uwu

the teaser gave me so much "barbie: island princess" vibes so the entire mv was not what I expected

at all

the mv literally describes sunmi a lot, she basically does whatever the fuck she wants like when she posted that pic of jyp on instagram dhshdhs

it’s so funny especially the scene where sunmi is wearing the teletubbies head

and at the end when she wakes up and goes back to sleep is just a mood lmao

something about the song really gives me a lot of “siren” vibes but happier???

i really like the way she pronounces “pporappipam” it took me one week to finally pronounced it dhshd

idk why but I really like the instrumental, especially the intro, it’s very melancholic

also she wears converse while performing the song bc she has to step on the dancers at one part !!

speaking of that part, it’s so cool!!! the way she climbs up the dancers like stairs and then she just trust-falls into their arms

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thorniest-rose · 4 years

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Got this ask about my fic “All that glitters”: regarding your latest fic about richie winning an emmy: he's okay with eddie modeling for bev until the pictures feature in a magazine and bill buys a copy to support his friend eddie :)

And I’ve been cackling about it for the last day because I can just imagine this happening, and Richie going absolutely bananas.

Just picture this: it’s been a couple of months since the Emmys, and Bill has invited Richie and Eddie over for dinner. And Richie reluctantly agrees: he’s been in good spirits since winning his award and the Netflix series has started shooting. And they actually have a nice evening; there’s wine and lots of chat and Audra makes a banging gnocchi, and since Eddie has started enjoying food a lot more since being with Richie, he gets to watch Eddie happily munch his way through dinner and clear his plate. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” Richie whispers to him when Audra and Bill step into the kitchen, hand on the back of his neck and rubbing a thumb along his jawline as Eddie flushes.

Like a true gentleman, Richie offers to help Audra clear up in the kitchen, leaving Eddie and Bill to catch up in the dining room. Afterwards, Audra asks if they’re in the mood for dessert which is an obvious yes, as Richie knows what a slut Eddie is for sweet things these days, but when he pokes his head into the dining room to let him know, Eddie and Bill have disappeared. Richie tenses; Eddie should know better than to go somewhere without telling him first. He starts searching for them, checking every room in the house until he hears soft laughter coming from the room at the end of the hallway: Bill’s study. He pushes the door open and sees Bill and Eddie standing by Bill’s desk looking at a piece of paper. They’re laughing and Eddie’s got his dimples out, god fucking dammit.

He’s about to loudly interrupt their cosy little chit chat, when something glossy catches his eye. And that’s when he sees it: the most recent issue of Vogue, the one that has Eddie’s photoshoot in it, and it’s in Bill’s fucking study.

“What the fuck?”

The two men turn and see him looming in the doorway.

“Hey Richie, I was just showing Eddie a scene from my new book,” Bill says.

“Uh huh, whatever. The hell is this?” Richie asks, grabbing the magazine off the coffee table. Eddie looks at it and his eyes go dinner-plate wide.

“Oh, it’s the issue of Vogue with Eddie’s photoshoot.”

“I know what it is, Bill, I bought 200 fucking copies of it. Why do you have it?”

“Richie,” Eddie hisses, glaring at him behind Bill’s back.

Bill just laughs. “You bought 200 copies?”

“Yeah, and I’m getting the picture of Eddie in the cream silk shirt blown up and framed above the fireplace in our living room.”

“No, you’re NOT, Richie.” And Eddie’s making that angry kitten expression of his, which usually Richie can’t resist, especially when he gets to fuck it off his face, but he can think about doing that again later when they’re at home.

“Well I only bought the one,” Bill chuckles, “but Bev told me about the shoot and I wanted to show my support for Eddie.”

“Oh Bill, you didn’t have to,” Eddie says, still standing way too close to Bill for Richie’s liking. “I haven’t even looked at it. Don’t know how Bev convinced me to do it. It was so embarrassing, having people take pictures of me like that.”

Bill smiles at him softly. “You look lovely in them.”

That damn dimple pops again. “Thanks Bill. Though there was this really warm olive-green peacoat that Bev let me keep, which was nice.”

“Oh, the one on page 26? That was stunning.”

“Excuse me, but what the fuck is happening?” Richie interrupts, voice harsh with anger. “He looked lovely? It was stunning?”

“Don’t mind him, Bill, he’s just forgotten to take his anti-asshole medication.”

“I mean I do it with all the Losers,” Bill replies earnestly as Richie rolls his eyes. “That’s why I went to Stan’s photography show in Atlanta last month, why I’ve got text notifications for Mike’s travel blog-”

“You follow Mike’s travel blog?” Eddie asks as Richie glowers from the doorway. “That’s very sweet of you, Bill.”

“Oh and let’s completely forget the recovering cocaine addict who just made a huge career comeback and won an Emmy,” Richie growls. “Wanna keep up with my recovery, Bill? Want me to pee in a coffee mug for you to test it?”

Bill raises his eyebrows. “I don’t get what the problem is, Richie,” he says, while Eddie makes an unimpressed seriously? face at him.

“The problem, Bill, is that you’ve been perving on my husband-”

“We’re not married yet, Richie! And I think I might change my mind at this rate.”

“No chance, baby,” he says to Eddie before turning back to Bill. “Those pictures are mine to jerk off to, no one else’s,” he says as Eddie buries his face in his hands and groans. “You don’t get to see what Eddie looks like in a peacoat or know what fucking page it’s on. Actually, I’d be happier if you just never looked at Eddie again.” He smiles, all teeth. “That sound good to you, bro?”

“Are you feeling okay, buddy? Do you need to go lie down in the other room?”

Richie’s seriously considering punching Bill in the face when Audra appears in the hallway behind him.

“I was going to say dessert is ready,” she says, her tone chillingly polite, “but if you keep talking to Bill like that, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“You should keep an eye on your husband,” Richie says, waving the magazine at her. “Do you know what he’s been doing when he’s cooped up in here?”

“Oh my god, Richie, let’s go,” Eddie says, mortified. “I’m really sorry, Audra, my fiancé has gone feral, loved the gnocchi though, please send me the recipe,” he babbles as they leave, a tub of leftover gnocchi in his hands and only halfway into his coat before Richie’s dragging him away. “Can’t take you fucking anywhere,” he huffs as Richie bundles him into the car.

#haha #i couldn't resist #reddie #all that glitters #jealous richie #possessive richie #asks #eddie models for beverly!

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yangyeet · 4 years

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Labeling A Relationship is Hard

Pairing: Donghyuck x Mark x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: uhh threesome-ish, SWS (okay i didn’t know this was an acronym but it’s smut with substance), also humor

Word Count: 6.0k

Requested: Yes! (Hope it’s good angel 💚)

If you’d gone back five years to tell yourself about the situation you were caught in, there was a good chance you would’ve shrugged your shoulders and called the cops. But now that you were in it, you were sure you would be very happy and hollering in joy.

It all started off when you met Mark Lee, the picture-perfect Canadian transfer student, who’d joined your middle school halfway through the year. He had stumbled into the room with an awkward half-step and a small chuckle. The nervous boy had introduced himself so enthusiastically, he ended up banging his head on the teacher’s desk when bowing. This caused the teacher to sigh and instruct you, as the star student, to take care of him for the day.

You could still remember the way he hid the tears in his eyes, refusing to cry and smiling instead as you led him to the nurses office.

“I’m Mark,” he said to you, rubbing his hands together and staring at you with his teary doe eyes.

Of course you remembered his name from his unforgettable introduction earlier. “I know,” you had quirked, watching as he laughed shyly. “I’m (y/n), by the way. You have a nice voice.” The blunt compliment had slipped out of your mouth, leaving you blushing. He did have a really nice voice at the time, kind of high-pitched, but still sweet.

“Ah, haha, really?” Cue a voice crack and another giggle. “I don’t know about that, but I think yours is nicer. It’s nice to meet you, though.” He finally had the courage to stretch his hands out for a handshake. You had thought otherwise and laced your hands with his, keeping up with his pace as the two of you walked down the hall.

That day had been fairly eventful from other things you had recalled. After your quick visit to the nurses’ office, you’d detoured to the cafeteria and got several free cookies from the lunch ladies before making your way to the various classes.

As the day had progressed, Mark had gotten more comfortable with you and asked to exchange house numbers, telling you to call him so you could set up playdates. Who were you to refuse him?

The first time you had gone over to his house, you met his older brother and his parents, who were more than happy that he’d gotten another friend in his first week at the new district. They were quick to bring you in the house and tell you a bit about Mark’s embarrassing childhood stories, but Mark had other plans. He had pulled on your arm as a signal for you to stop talking with them.

So as you finished greeting them quickly, you both ran to the neighborhood park to play cops and robbers. He was always the cop, chasing you around with his water gun, but he was a bit slower than you. In fact, it was humorous how you’d always outrun him. To make sure he wouldn’t feel bad, you kept a slow pace and purposely let him catch you, but it was all worth it to see the smile on his face as he caught you.

Observing the curfew his parents had placed, the two of you returned home by seven that day and said your goodbyes, promising that the next time you’d meet, you’d bike on a cul-de-sac near his house.

A few playdates later, you both were over at your place. He stood on your porch looking as angry as a fourteen year old could look, with eyebrows turned inwards and lips in a pout. When you inquired who made him this mad, he said it was his other friend. Upon further questioning as to who this other friend was, he’d just vaguely shrug and say it was someone really annoying. And that was the end of it.

Of course, young-teenager you quickly became jealous of this other friend. Who was that person and why were they taking your friend away? It took you several tries to get his name: Lee Donghyuck, also referred to as the ‘devil’ by Mark. His real name left a melodic ring on your tongue and you had a newfound desire to meet this person.

One day, not too long after you’d learned the mysterious boy’s name, you were sitting on the swings, lazily kicking your legs back and forth watching the small fumes of anger unfold in front of you. Mark had his favorite red cap on and was swinging quite furiously.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” You asked unabashedly. His face was pointed towards the ground, even as he moved fervently.

“Ugh, it’s just...Donghyuck. I swear the kid’s gonna make me regret coming here.”

You sighed. There it was, that name again.

“Why don’t you let me meet him? I’ll square up to him,” you threatened, showing your fists at him.

He shook his head. “Too much trouble. Like, you really don’t want to meet him. Really. He’s such a handful.” To emphasize his point, he stopped kicking his legs and spread his hands apart to show you how much of a handful he really was.

You laughed. “Alright, whatever you say.” The way he puffed his cheeks in frustration nearly had you falling for him. He was really cute when he was frustrated, but you never thought more of it. Instead, you were more annoyed that you couldn’t be there to help your friend when he was irked. This just made you wonder how much of a handful could the boy really be?

In your next year, the final year before you’d go to high school, you finally got to meet Donghyuck, leather jackets and all. He had such a fiery personality that you were surprised you’d never met him before.

You were in the cafeteria drinking your milk and watching as Jaemin, another friend Mark had introduced to you in the past year, snorted pixie sticks jokingly. He sneezed so hard that the remaining dust scattered and flew on Mark, who was clearly disgusted.

“That’s disgusting, man. You’re paying for dry-cleaning,” he complained, dusting his outfit from the sweet powder.

Jaemin shrugged and drank some water. “Only if you pay me.”

You were outright laughing at this sitcom-like scenario and turned to see Jaemin sending a flying kiss (and wink) at you. Obviously, you reciprocated it and slapped your hand on Mark’s thigh repeatedly as you tried to ground yourself from laughing too hard.

You were clearly taken aback, however, when you saw a figure approaching behind the flirty boy, walking with swag that you could only describe as cringey - one hand on his hips as he carried his TMNT lunchbox in the other.

“Mark Lee,” he shouted from across the room.

No one paid any attention to him other than your small group.

“Yah, Haechan,” Jaemin greeted him first, fist-bumping and giving him a bro hug.

Mark beside you took in a deep breath and covered his face to huff in frustration before looking at you. “It’s about time you met him. It was inevitable. Donghyuck, this is (y/n). (Y/n), Donghyuck.”

Said boy gave you a warm smile, a stark contrast to his appearance, and stretched out his hand. “You’re pretty.”

To say the least, you were shocked at his extroverted personality. He exuded confidence, but didn’t seem quite as bad as Mark often described him. At least he called you pretty. Finding the new boy interesting, you met his hand with two fingers forming into scissors, a trick you’d learned from your neighbor, Jisung.

“I know.”

He scoffed. “You’re supposed to say ‘thank you,’ you know.”

“But you called me pretty. That’s a fact,” you responded.

He rolled his eyes but smiled. “Fine. I’ll give you that one.”

Mark just let out a groan as he watched the two of you interact. This wouldn’t end well. And he was right. You and Donghyuck were the perfect combination of chaos and comebacks, but it’d made the friendship dynamic so much more interesting with the three of you together.

The two of you would often tag-team in teasing Mark, the subject of most of your pranks. In fact, you pranked him so much that Mark quickly adapted to accept his fate and would just watch as you two had fun.

In the beginning of your budding friendship, he’d make sure that you two weren’t doing something crazy to get in trouble with the law (“What does spray painting a wall in the abandoned house have to do with the cops?” Donghyuck would quip. “A lot,” Mark would respond, pulling you behind him. It’d taken a while for Mark to convince him that his idea was not brilliant, but dumb.)

Slowly, he let up, but still kept a watchful eye on the two of you even after several years had passed.

He wasn’t always that much of a prude. Sometimes, he’d join in when he thought that the tricks were appropriate, such as putting pink dye in the laundry to turn all the whites into various vibrant shades. The punishment he’d gotten after with the two of you was well worth it after he saw you picking up a pair of pink underwear and placing it on your head for fun.

Unfortunately, you got in trouble for fooling around a second time when Donghyuck yelled loudly at you for not being productive. Mark had been banned from playing video games for a week and Donghyuck spent the week whining about not having his gaming buddy.

Overall, you’d say that you had an enjoyable childhood after the two boys entered your life.

You saw quite a large change as you guys grew up. Mark had learned not to hate his friend as much and began to enjoy his presence much more. He would occasionally get jealous, but he could always be consoled with a hug and a midnight donut run.

On the other hand, Donghyuck had been the missing sunshine in your life. He’d learned about you much quicker than you would have guessed.

Sometimes, it was scary how well he knew you despite having entered the picture a year after Mark. Whenever you were upset, he’d pull up with Mark on his bike and take you on a mini excursion around the neighborhood as he pointed out all the horrible architecture. When you needed a picker upper from a horrible exam grade, he’d always be there with some face masks and chocolates for a self-care day. Obviously he’d end up eating most of the chocolates, but you’d always feel better after being in his presence.

It was safe to say that you loved the two so much that you all went as far as choosing to move in with each other, post-graduation. It was a rather decent living situation with a small two bedroom apartment that could fit a total of four beds (twin-sized, but rather comfortable), a functioning kitchen, a corner office space, and a mini-living area. The three of you had considered finding a fourth roommate to ease the monthly bills, but you knew that the shift in dynamics from a trio would be strange at this point.

Mark and Donghyuck had taken one room and you’d taken the other, happy to have your own space. Having your own room was beneficial since you’d gotten decorative freedom, so you chose to spend the first month decorating your room. Photos taken from high school parties and middle school galas adorned the walls and you could easily see a timeline of how the three of you had grown.

Mark was much taller and leaner now, but you could see the short moustache phase he had in his sophomore year before he decided to shave it off since ‘it looked too weird’. You could also see that his fashion sense had grown immensely, the designer clothes he chose to wear now clinging to his figure nicely. His voice had also gotten deeper, especially when he’d wake up in the morning before drinking his ritual coffee. The sweet, awkward boy you’d known earlier had grown up well and that made you happy.

Donghyuck was still the same childish boy as before, just more mature. He had learned to understand when his pranks would go too far and even learned to apologize whenever he’d cross the line. He had also decreased the rate of his petty arguments with Mark and you were more than grateful to get past that phase.

He always had a fantastic fashion sense, so you couldn’t knock that out. However, he’d gotten much more...sexier? If that was a way you could word it. His eyeliner had gone from post-breakup, MCR vibes to something more accentuated, giving his eyes a half-lidded appearance. Sometimes, he’d catch you staring and lick his lips teasingly, but it never escalated more than that. You just ticked that as one of his personality quirks.

You were fine with that. Totally fine.

As you glanced at yourself in the photos, you found yourself cringing at your middle school phase. Silly bands and beyblades were scattered in the background as you back hugged Mark and threw a peace sign. You had definitely glowed up, 100%. There was no doubt about that. You were a little taller (“Not by that much,” Hyuck often teased you) and so much more happier than before. Your smile was wider and you had become more confident in yourself as the years had rolled by. That was something you could pin on meeting the two best people in your lives.

A sharp rap knocked you out of your thoughts. “Uh, hey, (y/n)?” It was Mark.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going shopping. We ran out of eggs and milk. You want anything?”

“I just want some milk,” you quoted.

“Right...vines. Haha. Anyway, I’ll be back in an hour,” he responded.

“What are you gonna do for an hour? Take a solid dump?”

He looked offended. “No-I-(y/n), absolutely not. I have to be careful about what we’re buying, you know? Anyway, I’ll be back soon. Make sure Donghyuck doesn’t do anything wild.”

You laughed. He was still so cute when he pouted at you. “Yeah, of course. I’ll call you if anything happens. I’m sure you’d love to have some of the action.”

“Eugh-” you heard him fake vomit and walk out, shutting the door behind him. You could hear him give a similar warning to the other boy before leaving.

You sighed and gathered your thoughts as you walked out of the room. You were definitely teasing him when you joked about something happening between you and Hyuck but suddenly, you weren’t too sure about that.

Donghyuck was reclining on the sofa, legs stretched out onto the coffee table in front of him. One of his arms was extending across the back of the sofa and the other was holding his cell phone, lazily searching through his SNS for any updates.

Your gaze accidentally dropped to see that his light grey sweatpants were loose on his waists, revealing a slight v-line that almost had you wanting more. You snapped out of it when he clicked his tongue.

His eyes didn’t even lift from his phone when he began speaking to you. “Like what you see?”

You huffed. “As if.” There was no way you were going to get caught doing anything with your best friend. You couldn’t imagine how Mark would react if he found out you had been ogling at him right after you promised that nothing would happen.

Deciding to be casual in your approach in contrast to your wandering mind, you plopped down on the opposite side of him and lifted your legs up to his lap. He didn’t even flinch.

“Hyuck?” You asked, waiting for his reply.

His sharp eyes flitted up to meet yours. “Yeah?”

“Nothing I’m bored.”

“Not my problem,” he replied, struggling as you kicked your legs slightly. Feeling slightly annoyed, he finally set his phone down on the table and stretched his arms above his head, letting out a groan. The baggy tank top that he was sporting lifted slightly, just barely revealing his (cute) tummy. God, he was acting so innocent and that was driving you crazy.

“I’m bored~,” you argued, crossing your arms. Mark was going to be out for an hour and you were in a teasing mood, so you decided to play with him. “Entertain me.”

He let out a chuckle. “Oh baby, you want me to entertain you? I bet you won’t see this coming.”

You found yourself lying underneath him in an instant, letting out a squeak as he pulled your legs and crawled on top of you. His soft brown eyes were searching your face to the answer of his unspoken question. Feeling a bit awkward, you snorted and moved your hands to rest against his neck.

“This is a nice angle.” That was true. You could see every detail on his face, from the small constellations of his moles to his pouty, pink lips. If you looked below, you would see that his shirt was hanging low enough to reveal that he was breathing rapidly.

“I could say the same,” he replied.

Honestly, you had no idea what you looked like from his point of view, but you hoped that your hair wasn’t too ruffled from his rash movements or reveal the red blush that you could feel was spreading across your face. You found it really sweet that he’d left a small gap so you could back out any time.

One look in his eyes told you what he was feeling: hesitant, but confident. All it would take was one move. That’s it. That was all that was needed to cross the line and he was waiting for you to do it.

A sudden surge of confidence crashed over you, and you found yourself closing your eyes, hoping for the best, and pulling his neck down gently to mold your lips to his. It was almost as if all the tension you’d felt from the past suddenly rush into you and you found yourself wanting more.

He didn’t stray too far from your lips either, pecking and pulling your lower lip with his teeth. You moaned at the feeling and he raised his head in surprise as if he just realized what the two of you were doing. He backed away, returning back to his spot on the couch and let out a cough.

“I...we got carried away.” You could see the way that his ears tinged red and his lips were a little swollen from your mini-makeout session.

Truthfully, you felt a little disappointed at him backing away but you knew what he was doing. He didn’t want to ruin all the years of friendship the two of you had built, not to mention Mark’s trust. The two of you wouldn’t risk going behind his back to hook up.

Clearly, Donghyuck closed the matter and picked up his phone to continue where he left off. You grabbed your own and went on TikTok to distract yourself, but all you found were story times from dates and that frustrated you even more.

Mark came back an hour later just as he’d promised. He’d noticed the tension in the air, but chose not to say anything, instead placing items in the fridge.

Donghyuck leaned against the counter as he did so, watching him struggle to carry the two milk jugs. “Do you even lift, bro?”

Mark just glared at him and tried to scare him by fake-throwing the mini watermelon at him. “I'm the only one shopping around here. At the very least, you could put these things in the storage!” The offender only chuckled and winked as he walked away. The two continued bickering throughout the rest of the night, periodically involving you in the argument. You shut them both up by calling Hyuck the victor leading to Mark giving up and calling it a night.

As you were tossing and turning in bed, you tried to forget about the kiss. You really did. But as you thought about the way that his lips caressed yours so gently, you wanted to feel the sparks again.

A few weeks had passed by and nothing else had occurred between you and Donghyuck. Even Mark pretended that everything was normal and you thought that’d be it. But it wasn’t.

Jaemin’s birthday party changed things up. He hosted a banger with all of his acquaintances (which were admittedly a lot of people - not a strange sight due to his popularity). Not unusual to you, a game of spin the bottle had ensued and he had persuaded your trio to join his group.

The first to go, a guy named Jeno, landed on a pretty girl who he smiled at politely before dragging her to a guest room upstairs. The second was Mark. Pure boy Mark. When he spun the bottle, he shook his head. “I have a bad feeling,” he muttered.

As the bottle finally settled, you found yourself holding your breath. It had landed on none other than your other best friend. Donghyuck looked beyond pleased at this turn of events, smiling and puckering his lips to prep for the kiss. Mark was absolutely horrified beside you. “Can I re-spin the bottle? Choose a substitute?”

Jaemin shook his head. “It’s a game. Better luck next time.” He fanned his face in fake sympathy and then clapped his hands.

Hyuck crawled closer to Mark and signaled you to grab him. You went along and grasped Mark’s flailing arms. His voice comedically began to crack as he panicked. “No, ah, Donghyuck probably isn’t even a good kisser-”

His words did the opposite effect as the boy smashed his lips against Mark’s. He eventually relaxed in your hold and kissed back.

Soon, the two were engrossed in the kiss and you let go of his limp arms, which he immediately raised to hold Donghyuck’s hair. You could see the way he practically melted into the youngers mouth and found yourself getting jealous at the scene.

Feeling a little awkward, you turned to see Jaemin looking excited and hollering at the two. It felt like eternity before they pulled apart and settled back into their spots and the audience settled down slowly. Mark rubbed his neck and rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, but it didn’t take a genius to see how affected he was.

You were stirred by a tap from Jaemin who handed the bottle to you. Accepting it even though your mind was still occupied with the steamy kiss you’d witnessed, you took your chance. It ended up landing on Jisung, your self-proclaimed ‘son,’ so you kissed him on the forehead and moved on with the game.

The rest of the night was a blur and the three of you went back to your apartment, each lost in the events of the party. It only served to strengthen the tension in the room whenever the three of you would be there. Mark would let out a couple of ‘haha’s’ whenever he saw Donghyuck and lick his lips. You would be lying if you said you didn’t do the same.

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A few months rolled by and the three of you had grown busier with your respective studies/work, finding yourselves occupied by day and only having time to meet in the evening for meals before sleeping and repeating the cycles.

It wasn’t until the following summer when classes had ended for the session that you were comfortably able to resume your conversations with the other boys, or at least one of them.

Mark had gone out for another grocery run and you found yourself in the same position as a year ago, sitting across from Donghyuck. This time, your leg was crossed in front of you. He was on his phone again, clearly not paying any attention to it since the two of you had been busy catching up on the latest incidents.

You recalled a personal favorite of yours when a cult of students had set the econ building on fire, resulting in free ‘A’s for the entire class. Thankfully, no one was in the building at that time, but you were never a hater for free grades.

Hyuck was cracking up as he recounted his own story of how the football team at his university had celebrated at the restaurant he waitered at and they liked him so much they gave him tickets for the rest of the season and five additional guest passes.

His eyes were practically sparkling with joy, but you couldn’t find yourself joining him. Seeing him smile reminded you of all the memories that you’d missed out on and threw you in a sudden downhearted mood.

He noticed the change and moved to sit next to you, lifting your chin so you could see him. His breath hit your face in soft huffs, smelling like the peppermint gum he always kept in his back pocket.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He was very gentle in his approach, treating you delicately and fondly. His other hand moved in to hold yours.

You shook your head. “Nothing. It just hit me how much we missed since we’ve been so busy recently. I missed this...no I missed you two.” Your eyes were watering up a little and you blinked rapidly, willing the tears to disappear.

Donghyuck, not missing a beat, moved in and kissed the corner of your eyes where your tears were gathering. “I know you did. So did I. And I’m sure Mark did too.” His hand was rubbing soothingly against your own and you were thrown back into the memory of him kissing you just like this, in the same spot.

You hadn’t even realized when you moved up to meet his lips in a chaste kiss, but when you did, you were quick to pull away. Your eyes widened in shock. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

He interrupted you by leaning in again and pressing against you with more passion than before. The hand that was on your jaw moved in a rhythm only the two of you could feel. His lips felt so silky as he moved against you, noses bumping occasionally. He let out a soft whine when you swiped your tongue against his lower lip and opened his mouth.

You had heard about many people talking about tongues fighting for dominance and all that, but for you two, it seemed so much more natural when you took the lead. There was no resistance and he let you control the pace from here, matching your maneuvers with his own. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle in his mouth when his other hand moved to your waist and rubbed ticklish circles against your skin.

The two of you were clearly beyond the point of caring and Donghyuck seemed to feel your arousal, so he decided to take it a step farther. Carefully, he changed your position so that you were now underneath him, almost like deja vu from the first time.

You sighed happily and glanced at his warm gaze.

One of his hands cupped your jaw and the other slipped under your shirt. “Whatcha lookin at, beautiful?”

You couldn’t help but snort at his cheesy words. “Clearly you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” His hand inched on top of your breast and took a tentative squeeze, waiting for your reaction. You let out an exaggerated moan and batted your eyelashes at him. “Could you, like, do something more?”

He rolled his eyes and moved his head to press against your neck. “So impatient. We have all the time in the world right now.” You huffed and tilted your head to the side so that he could have easier access. He reciprocated by humming pleasantly at your eagerness. Hyuck continued to fondle your breasts as he mouthed against your neck, moving around while biting and licking in an attempt to find your sweet spot. It didn’t take too long and you moaned at the feeling, almost visualizing the way he smirked cockily as he marked you up.

It was starting to feel real good and you were about to raise his head up for another kiss until he suddenly took his hand out of your shirt. You involuntarily whined at the loss of contact until you saw what he did next. Hyuck took two fingers and raised them to your mouth. “Suck.”

You opened up your mouth and swiped your tongue around his fingers sloppily, watching as his eyes blew out in pure lust. His puffed lips slightly opened as he let out a deep groan. “That’s my good girl.” You keened at the praise, finally loving the attention he was giving you.

Hyuck took his fingers out with a ‘pop’ when he was satisfied. “You sure you wanna do this?”

You took his hand and dragged it down to where you wanted him to touch you the most. “If you don’t finger me right now, I’ll kick you out of the room and do it myself.”

He chuckled at your frustration and licked his lips. “Should I?” He mused, rubbing his palm against the cotton of your shorts. You raised your hips at the friction and glared at the teasing. You tried pushing him off, impatient and horny, but he beat you to it and finally slipped his fingers under your shorts.

“Wow, you’re dripping. Can you hear that?”

You strained your ears for a second and you heard the slight squelches as he rubbed into your heat. Slightly embarrassed, you tried to turn your head to the side but he wouldn’t allow that. He moved your chin so that you were facing him and cooed. “Aw, you have such a pretty face. I want to see your reactions.”

Letting out a sigh, you gave in to his request. Instead of covering your face this time, you opted to watch the way his hand was working sinfully inside your shorts. You could feel his hard-on beside you and tried to give him some relief but he swatted your hand away, saying that you were his priority.

His fingers were pumping at a leisure pace, thumb rubbing circles into your clit at the same pace. You were getting impatient, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he let out a little chuckle and turned to the door. “You can come out now.”

You heard a sharp gasp from behind the door and lifted your head to see a blushing Mark standing there, covering his boner as discreetly with his hands as possible. Surprisingly, you noticed that he didn’t look as scandalized as you thought he would’ve been. Rather, he was pretty turned on as evident by the way his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of Hyuck’s hands touching you.

“How long have you been standing there?” You hadn’t noticed his arriving in the apartment at all, but you weren’t mad at that.

He shuffled nervously, eyes still trained on his friend’s hand. “Uh-maybe five minutes?”

Hyuck lifted his other hand and gestured for him to join the two of you on the bed. “You’re our missing puzzle piece. Come over here so we can do this properly.”

The older wasn’t fazed as he walked over and sat down on the sofa beside the other. “This is, like, really hot.”

You hummed in agreement. “It is.”

Oh, and it was definitely about to get hotter, especially when Hyuck used his free hand to grab the back of Mark’s head and lean in for an open-mouth kiss. Mark groaned into the kiss and sucked on the youngers’ tongue. “Fuck, you have no clue how much I wanted to do this.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, adjusting yourself to see the view better. Hyuck stopped thrusting his fingers and pulled them out, shoving them against Mark’s lips. “You know what to do.” The elder obediently stuck his tongue out and licked them clean from your juices.

You nearly came at the sight, watching as the two were having their fun. You decided to have your own and moved so that you were straddling Hyuck’s hips and facing Mark’s hard-on. As you palmed Mark’s tip, you heard him let out a cry. He hadn’t noticed you changing positions and was pleasantly surprised.

“Pants off,” you commanded.

He didn’t hesitate to pull his pants down as he watched you immediately move closer and fondle his balls. At the same time, you swiveled your hips up against the boy behind you.

At this point, the two had stopped whatever they were doing and got washed up in the pleasure, whining as you continued your ministrations.

Hyuck was the first to speak up. “F-feels good.” He rolled his hips back against yours and leaned forward to press kisses against your back, nimbly unbuttoning your shirt and taking it off. You shimmied your arms and then resumed to suck on the hard cock in front of you. Mark leaned his head back at the feeling of your wet mouth on him before he gathered your hair into a make-shift ponytail. He watched you trail against his length and bob your head up and down in a simple rhythm that had his legs shaking.

You could tell that he was holding back from thrusting his hips into your mouth and you purred against him, causing sweet vibrations to shoot through his spine and cause him to let out a deep groan.

The boy behind you cried out impatiently. “Me too~”

Mark laughed. “Can we shift to a more comfortable position? (Y/n), you’re fine with all this, right?” You almost swooned at how caring he was, even in the middle of such an explicit situation.

Nodding, you got off of him, and shyly glanced at the trail of saliva that connected your mouth with his length. Mark let out a soft moan and helped you get up.

“I’m fine with that. But...can we not do any...like dick-inside-me action today? Since-”

Donghyuck let out the loudest laugh at your euphemism. “We’re all virgins here. Yeah, let’s take it slow today.”

Mark sighed in relief and arranged you guys so that you were sitting comfortably against the arm of the sofa and the two boys were arranged in front of you.

“Donghyuck, since you love using that mouth of yours so much, how about you make her feel good?”

The younger smirked, sending a flying kiss to Mark. “I’d love to.”

He laid down between your legs and sucked at your thighs as he took your shorts off. “Commando?” His eyebrows were raised in amazement.

“You didn’t notice earlier?”

“No, I was too busy processing that this is real.”

He didn’t waste any more time in speaking and dove right into your pussy, lapping up all your leaking juices and practically making out with your lower lips. His eyes didn’t dare leave yours, watching as you writhed beneath him.

Mark took the boy’s pants off and grabbed his hard-on, giving a quick twist of his wrists and beginning to jerk him off at a steady tempo while doing the same to himself.

The three of you were quickly lost in your own ecstasy, feeling the long-awaited tension begin to crash down rather quickly.

Donghyuck was the first to cum, lifting his chin to rest against your lower stomach as he moaned and painted the sofas with ropes of his cum as Mark helped him to finish. He lazily slipped two fingers in you to finish you off and you came soon after, seeing white spots dancing in your vision. Mark was the last to follow, crying out both of your names and collapsing on top of you.

“That was really good.”

You weren’t sure who spoke up first, but you agreed with it wholeheartedly. That was the most mind blowing experience you ever had and you were pretty sure that you would be alright with it becoming a reoccurring experience.

Hyuck seemed to agree as he brushed your hair gently, moving upward to kiss both you and Mark on the lips. “So...uhm, what are we now? We went this far.”

Mark chuckled nervously. “Oh, hehe. That’s a deep question.”

“Not as deep as his fingers,” you jumped in. The ‘innocent’ boy looked mortified at your reference and the other high-fived you mischievously. “But seriously, I’d be happy if we could take this further than just friends. It’s about time.”

“Yeah. You’re right. But would we be a polyamorous couple then?” Mark posed the question, but he looked too tired to think about the proper semantics.

You heard a mumble from beside you. “We can figure that out later. But I like both of you guys and I’m pretty sure all of this is reciprocated. So what are we waiting for?”

“I guess you’re right. This could be the start of our new chapter then?”

Mark nodded. “I love you two so much. But Donghyuck if you ever hurt her…”

The threat lingered in the air as he laughed it off and cuddled you tightly to prove his genuine affection. “Never~”

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You weren’t sure when you had knocked out, but you were relieved to know that you had been cleaned up and placed in your bed. Mark and Donghyuck were laying on either side of you, snoring comfortably looking as if they were in bliss. And you quickly realized that you would be content seeing this tranquil sight every day of your life if it meant you’d be with the boys that you loved.

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