Spoonfuls Of Ice Cream [brother's Best Friend!Eunseok]

Spoonfuls of Ice Cream [brother's best friend!Eunseok]

“I’m beginning to think you don’t like me.”

Eunseok smirks from where he’s standing, hips against your kitchen counter as he digs deeper in your Ben and Jerry's Marshmallow pint.

You roll your eyes at Eunseok's teasing tone, the corners of your lips curling down into a scowl. "Oh, don't flatter yourself," you reply with a grown, watching as he takes another generous spoonful of ice cream. "I just don't appreciate you raiding my freezer every time you come over."

Eunseok laughs, the sound rich and deep, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in closer, his cold breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Maybe I just like getting a rise out of you." His voice is low and intimate, full of promises you know he shouldn't be making.

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the sudden heat pooling in your stomach. "Well, find another way to entertain yourself, because this one's getting old," you retort, stepping away from him to put some distance between your racing heart and his intoxicating presence.

But Eunseok is relentless.

With a wicked glint in his eyes, he sets down the ice cream and closes the gap between you in a single step. His hand reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering longer than necessary. "I never get tired of pushing your buttons, I just love it so much" he murmurs, his gaze holding yours captive.

You feel your resolve crumbling under the weight of his intense stare, the air thick with unspoken desires. Your heart races as his hand moves to cup your face, his fingers gently tracing your bottom lip.

"And I think I know what you like," he says huskily, his lips inching closer to yours.

Your mind is screaming at you to push him away, to run from this dangerous game he's playing. But your body has other ideas, leaning into him as if drawn by some unexplainable force.

And then his lips meet yours in a searing kiss, sending sparks shooting through every nerve in your body. The taste of him is addictive and you can't resist deepening the kiss, running your hands up his chest and tangling your fingers in his hair.

Eunseok chuckles against your lips, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes. "I knew you couldn't resist me," he says with a smug grin, bending down to lick at the corner of your lips teasingly.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide the effect he has on you. But Eunseok can see right through you and he pulls you closer again, whispering in your ear, "Just admit it, babe. You like me."

You shake your head stubbornly, determined not to give him the satisfaction. But Eunseok doesn't back down, peppering kisses along your jawline and neck until you're breathless with need.

Just as the world around you fades into the background and you lean in towards him, a sudden clatter of footsteps interrupts the moment. Your heart leaps in your chest as you recognize the familiar sound of Wonbin coming down the stairs. Eunseok quickly steps back, a mischievous grin still playing on his lips as he grabs the spoon and playfully shoves it into your mouth.

You're left reeling from the abrupt disruption, the cold metal of the spoon contrasting starkly with the warmth lingering from Eunseok's touch. Wonbin enters the kitchen, oblivious to the charged atmosphere that lingers in the air between you and his best friend.

Your fingers wrap tightly around the plastic cup of melted ice cream, and you yank it from his grasp. He lets out a deep chuckle as you storm off to your room, your hair in disarray and lips puffy from the “spoonfuls of ice cream”.

"You guys still fighting?"

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i hope the victim gets the justice they deserve and are surrounded by people who can support them. i’m genuinely horrified and i hope they’re resting okay. if anyone is at all concerned by the themes of the incident, my dms are always open! pls stand with the victim before you complain ab taeil leaving the group, yes ofc it’s upsetting, but this is something far serious and beyond just a “kpop scandal”. this is a crime and he’s being held under law.

oh my god ⁉️⁉️

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"Let's go pretty girl, I found some canned peaches, we're gonna eat good tonight"

The sound of footsteps echoed through the ruined streets of the city, broken by the occasional shriek and howl of the undead as they roamed aimlessly. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie orange glow on everything it touched, highlighting the dust that had collected.

You nod silently, allowing Wooyoung to lead you back into the zombie-infested city, your heart still pounding in your chest from the encounter. His words offer a small distraction, and you cling to them as you follow him, taking comfort in his presence.

As you walk, Wooyoung keeps a watchful eye around him, glock in hand, ready to defend at a moment's notice. You manage a small tired smile, grateful.

The journey to the apartment feels like an eternity, as if time itself has slowed down to a crawl in the face of the horror surrounding you. But finally, after what feels like hours, you reach the building, and Wooyoung leads you to a ground-floor apartment.

As you approach the portal, you feel a familiar sense of relief wash over you. You know you're safe for now, at least for as long as Wooyoung is by your side. You enter the apartment, and he locks the door vigilantly, knowing it is the only thing between you and what lurks outside.

Inside, the apartment is dark and dusty, everything covered in a thin layer of grime. Wooyoung sets down his bag and begins rummaging through it, pulling out cans of peaches and a few other items he's gathered.

You take a seat on the worn couch, a soft sigh leaving your mouth. Wooyoung turns on a small, battery-powered lamp, casting a muted light on the room. He begins to fix a simple meal of canned peaches and other rations, placing the food on a certainly-not-sanitary plate.

He hands you a can opener, and you can't help but notice his hands shaking slightly. Despite your situation, you feel a pang of worry for him; he's fighting his own battle even as he tries to keep you safe. You reach out to grab his hand instead of the can opener and drop a small kiss on his knuckle, a silent way to thank him.

With Wooyoung's help, you manage to open the can of peaches, and he scoops the contents onto a plate. He serves you first, offering the food with a gentleness that belies the harsh circumstances.

“Come sit next to me,” you mumble, a shy look on your face. You don't like how he's sitting on the floor, feeling bad for his tired body.

As you take your second bite, he joins you, sitting next to you, silent for the most part, but his eyes never leave you. Once he's done with his part of the meal, he manages to pull you on his lap, nuzzling his face in your neck. You can sense the weight of his responsibility, and it makes your heart ache for him.

"Wooyoung," you whisper, your voice barely audible against the backdrop of the isolation.

He hums in response, his breath warm against your neck. His fingers interwoven with yours, grounding you in the grim reality that lies beyond the dimly lit room. You feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath you; a comforting rhythm that soothes your anxiety.

"I...," Your sentence trails off unfinished, but he seems to understand, pressing a reassuring kiss to your hairline. You feel like a burden.

"Sshh," he murmurs, his voice no louder than a whisper. "You don't need to say anything." Feeling the vibrations of his voice against your ear, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. For a moment, there is silence. The only sounds are of your synchronized breathing and the faint rustle of cloth as Wooyoung tightens his hold on you.

"I'm grateful," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Grateful I found you." You turn slightly to look at him, your eyes locking onto his. You can see a glint of something in his deep brown eyes. Vulnerability? No, it was more than that. It was love.

His confession hangs in the air like a well-spun web, delicate and intricate. A few moments pass before you respond, bringing up a hand to gently brush away a loose strand from his face.

"I'm grateful too..." you murmur back, meeting his intense gaze with a sincere one of your own, "more than you know."

Wooyoung's full lips, slightly parted and glistening, gently press against yours. His eyes are closed, his face relaxed and full of tenderness. His lips are warm and slightly salty, the taste of the peaches lingering on your tongue. The soft sound of his breath as he kisses you, the slight smack of his lips, all combine to the quiet hum of contentment coming from deep in his throat.

The taste of him overwhelms your senses, locking your attention solely on him, and you find yourself lost in the affection. You offer no resistance as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer into his embrace.

As you lean back, his grip tightens and he lets out a low moan of protest. Unable to let you go, he pulls you towards him, his lips moving against yours with a near aggressive drive.

Half-lidded eyes meet yours and in them, you see your own feelings mirrored back at you — raw, profound, and endless,

“I love you.”

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Because of NCT's collaboration with Starbucks, a lot of fans have decided to boycott it and trend #SM_BOYCOTT_GENOCIDE

And today Taeyong posted 'boycott' on his Instagram story

This just proves that companies/groups see the backlash they are getting and just choose to ignore it

hey just a reminder that ily <33

im in the middle of my midterms and i just downloaded tumblr back after deleting it for months AND FCGVHJBLICJBE I MISSED U SM!!!!!