My Love @yeonzzzn Tagged Me In This And I Lowkey Got Curious About The Quiz

my love @yeonzzzn tagged me in this and I lowkey got curious about the quiz

tags: @glitterjay @kwiwin and whoever wants to do it <3

Alright time for that uquiz I promised (I spent a lot of time on this so y'all better appreciate it). It's just assigning you a horror protagonist trope. Some are a little mean, but it's all in good fun :). Anyway use the little picrew, add your results and tag your mutuals!!

So here's the quiz and here's the picrew. and here's mine:

@justanotherenbyhere, @helinedmightbehere @namelessgodblr-blog @murderandcoffee @rapidlydecayingcorpse @crying-pan420 @sernhuh people I'll probably add later, and anyone else who wants to join!!

Jungwon fluff plz

you're so lucky because I had this on in my lovely drafts, right in time indeed. It starts with angst and ends up fluff <3

Make me your selection. (mario - let me love you) Show you the way love's supposed to be.

ᨓ 。non idol yang jungwon x fem reader ꒰🥊꒱﹕angst and fluff ﹕2.6k contains: one-sided love, mentions of low self-steen and insecurities, cameo of RIIZE's Sungchan as a asshole bc he body shames reader. ┈─★

[三] "Let's just break up; you were just a bet."

You've never felt this way before; all those two years you've spent loving your now ex were for nothing but to be blinded by a whole net of lies that you sadly sensed.

Back to January 2023, you've met Sungchan at a party due to the infamous game "Seven Minutes in Heaven," where you two obviously kissed after some conversation in the bathroom. You spent all the party with him and realized you had a lot of things in common. You were inexperienced, and Sungchan was willing to take it slow with you, which he did for a whole year of your relationship. Kisses, make-out session, some touches, until he has sex with you.

After that, you've met a whole new version of the boy—a darker one.

In February 2024, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher what had changed in Sungchan. At first, you brushed it off, thinking maybe it was just a phase or stress from school. But as time passed, the darkness seemed to consume him more and more.

His once gentle touches turned forceful, and his loving words were replaced with harsh criticism. You tried to reason with yourself, convincing yourself that maybe you were overreacting or misinterpreting his actions. After all, you loved him, right? You didn't want to believe that the person you had spent so much time loving could be capable of hurting you like this.

But the signs were there, becoming harder to ignore with each passing day. The different perfumes you smell when you hug him, make-up that wasn't yours in his place or car—even the stories were getting faker every time.

Even after all that, you couldn't let go of him. Because who will love you the same way he did? You had your insecurities, growing each time Sungchan pointed at something he knew that you were insecure about, and later combining them to say, "You can't take a joke."

You found yourself tiptoeing around him, afraid to say or do anything that might set him off. Your friends began to notice the change in your demeanor, expressing concern over the bruises that seemed to appear out of nowhere, especially Jungwon.

Yang Jungwon had feelings for you—feelings that were hidden from you. He was tired to see you cry for someone who wasn't even worth it to touch your lips or receive your kind words of support, but what he must hate the most is the fact that Sungchan made you look like yourself from his point of view, making you feel worthless. Unlike his, Jungwon saw you as an angel, his beautiful angel who deserved all the love and support from earth without a single blue day. That's what he wanted, and that's how much he deeply loved you.

The school day ended. You looked for Sungchan until you saw him in his locker. You went there and gave him a smile, which he didn't return like usual.

As you approached Sungchan at his locker, his expression was unreadable, his eyes devoid of the warmth they once held for you. You tried to muster up a smile, hoping to break through the cold barrier he seemed to have erected around himself.

"Hey, Sungchan," you greeted him, your voice laced with a touch of uncertainty.

Sungchan barely spared you a glance as he continued rummaging through his locker. "What do you want?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest. "I just wanted to talk," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm gently.

He jerked away from your touch as if your fingers were coated in poison. "I don't have time for this," he snapped, finally turning to face you with a cold glare.

You felt a knot form in your stomach, the familiar pang of hurt and confusion washing over you. "Sungchan, please," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. "What's going on? Why are you acting like this?"

He let out a scoff, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk. "Do you really not know?" he mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Or are you just that naive?"

Your heart sank as his words hit you like a ton of bricks. "What are you talking about?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Sungchan's smirk widened into a smirk that sent shivers down your spine. "Let's just break up," he said casually, as if he were discussing the weather. "You were just a bet, anyway."

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating you with their cruelty. You felt as if you had been punched in the gut, the pain radiating through every fiber of your being. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to process his words. Students that were in the halls saw you both and decided to stay for a closer look, but you just felt so bad that you didn't even have the voice to make them look away.

"I… I don't understand," you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion.

Sungchan's expression remained indifferent, unaffected by your distress. "There's nothing to understand," he replied coldly. "You were a game, a challenge. It was a difficult one, I must say. I just needed to sleep with you, and you just couldn't. And now that it's over, I have no use for you anymore. And I partially appreciate it; I can definitely leave you with seeing your belly jumping around instead of your tits. If I ever slept with you, I would have nightmares!"

The tears spilled over, cascading down your cheeks in hot streams as the weight of his betrayal crushed you. You stumbled back with your arms covering your body, feeling as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath your feet.

"You never… loved me?"

"Who in his right will love a loser like-"

You looked up to see Jungwon lunge forward, his fist connecting with Sungchan's jaw with a resounding thud.

Sungchan staggered back, caught off guard by the sudden attack. But instead of backing down, he returned the blow, his own fist colliding with Jungwon's cheek.

The hallway erupted into chaos as students gathered around, some cheering on the fight while others tried to break it up. But you remained frozen in place, the world spinning around you as the truth of Sungchan's betrayal sank in. A teacher broke the fight, and, since the school year has finally ended, you were sent home.

Whish led you to you being at Jungwon's home cleaning his wounds with all the supplies he had around the house. It is good to have parents who are doctors.

"Jungwon, don't do that again."

"I will if he talks to you like that again." He hissed when you put some cream into the open wound in his lower lip. What he said made you bite your own lower lip to contain the tears. You looked down to see a bandait, Jungwon's hand interrupting you from doing it to lock your eyes with him.

A tear fell down your eye, him cleaning it with his dumb and taking his time brushing tenderly your cheek.

"You can cry, you know."

"I can't; I need to take care of you." His other hand passed past your lower waist and made you comfortably sit in his lap. You slowly touched his shoulder.

"You can cry," and just like that, you did it. For him, it didn't matter the pain all over his body or the cuts he had; his number one priority would be your well-being, and comforting you at that time would make you feel at ease at the moment.

You buried your face into Jungwon's shoulder, letting the tears flow freely as he held you close, his arms providing a sense of security and warmth that you desperately needed in that moment. His soothing words and gentle caresses helped to ease the pain that threatened to consume you, and his presence was a comforting beacon of light in the midst of the darkness that had engulfed your world.

As the tears subsided and you finally lifted your head, you found yourself lost in Jungwon's gaze, the depth of his eyes reflecting an endless reservoir of love and compassion. In that moment, you realized just how much he cared for you and how deeply he had been affected by seeing you hurt.

"Thank you," you whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath.

Jungwon smiled tenderly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to thank me," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, soothing your wounded heart and filling you with a sense of hope that you thought had been lost. In Jungwon's embrace, you found solace and strength—a sanctuary from the storm that raged outside.

"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly.

Jungwon's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You'll never have to find out," he vowed, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "I'll always be by your side, through thick and thin. I love you."

The words hung in the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace as you gazed into Jungwon's eyes, feeling the depth of his love wash over you like a gentle tide.

"You know I can't love you right now."

"I have waited three years; I think I can handle a few months."

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me that you liked me?"

"Because you liked Sungchan. I didn't want to take away your smile, even if you weren't smiling for me. But he fooled all of us, I've never felt so dumb. " He pulled out a string of hair behind your ear.

"This is how you planned to confess?" Jungwon looked around, and a smirk creeped on his face.

"No, it was more like this. Help me out." You stood up, and you helped him do the same. There was a record player in his room, and after a few seconds, a melody filled the room.

He extended his hand to you, taking it, and he once again pulled you close. Your ear is touching his chest, and you are listening to the accelerated beating of his heart.

"I want you to listen to my heart so you know I'm 100% truthful. I'll confess to you. Okay?"

"Jungwon, you can't dance. Come on, get some rest."

"Please, let me do it." You returned to your position, and you felt his chest go up as he deeply breathed in. He started to move slowly to the sound of "Can't Take My Eyes off You" by Engelbert Humperdinck, still embracing your figure so tight that you felt so loved.

"Every since I laid an eye on you, I just knew you were going to be a missing piece in my life. Your radiant smile and the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you love instantly captivated me. It's like every moment spent with you is a treasure, and I find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with you." He took one of your hands, making you spin until your back touched his chest, his arms hugging you.

He gently put his chin on top of your head, and you closed your eyes, the emotions being too overwhelming.

"You bring so much joy and happiness into my world, and I can't imagine my life without you. You have this incredible ability to make even the simplest moments feel magical. Whether we're exploring new places together or simply sitting in silence, just knowing that you're by my side fills my heart with an overwhelming sense of contentment." Now his arms were placed on your shoulders, the tears falling down your eyes as you caressed his arms.

"I find myself constantly daydreaming about our future together. The adventures we'll embark on, the laughter we'll share, and the love we'll nurture. You're my best friend, my confidant, and the person who makes my heart skip a beat every time you walk into a room. It's like the world disappears when I'm with you, and all that matters is the connection we share." You turned around, facing him to reveal your wet cheeks, his lips trying to stop the other tears by kissing them. You cleaned your cheeks with the sweater you were wearing.

Once again, visual contact was made, and for the second time, Jungwon's hands stayed on your cheeks.

"But I also hate myself for not being brave enough to say how much I loved you before all of this happened. Because I know that if I had done it, all the tears you dropped for him due to the pain, the insecurities, the cheating, and many more things could've been prevented if I just did it. I'm so sorry." He now interlocked your fingers with his, a kiss being deposited in each of your hands, lifting your chin later since you looked at your shoes.

"Are you really serious?"

"I will never lie to you, especially with my feelings involved. You complete me in ways I never thought possible. I'm not going to force you to love me, and I'm going to work hard so that you forget him and heal of all the damage, because that's my priority now and should be yours too."

Tears continued to flow down your cheeks as Jungwon's heartfelt confession washed over you. His words resonated deep within your soul, stirring emotions you had long buried beneath the pain and betrayal of your past relationship. In that moment, you realized just how much Jungwon truly cared for you and how his love for you transcended any obstacle or hardship.

You reached up to cup his face in your hands, your thumbs gently wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks. "I don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Jungwon's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he gazed down at you, his expression filled with hope and longing. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "Just know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what. And I'll wait for you for as long as it takes."

His words filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort, a feeling of security that you had never known before. In Jungwon's embrace, you found solace and strength—a guiding light to lead you out of the darkness that had consumed you for so long.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss filled with all the love and gratitude you held in your heart. It was a promise—a silent vow—to stand by each other's side through thick and thin, to weather the storms together, and to emerge stronger than ever before.

As you pulled away, a sense of peace washed over you, the weight of the past finally lifting from your shoulders. With Jungwon by your side, you knew that you could overcome anything that life threw your way. Together, you would heal the wounds of the past and build a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

And as you nestled into Jungwon's embrace, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of serenity, you knew that you had finally found your home, your safe haven, in the arms of the one who loved you unconditionally.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Thank you so much anon for giving me this opportunity to post this, hope you like it 🦋

this post: "sit back down"

me: "I AM SAT NOW"

— car sex

⭒ bestfriend!heeseung, afab!reader, car sex, unprotected sex (consensual) + semi public sex, breeding kink, riding, possessive heeseung (kinda), cussing here and there, suggestive content under cut (mdni)

⭒ c's note: hmmm, i feel like this is not good at all... but i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless

heeseung who had been your best friend ever since you started your first day of middle school. heeseung who was there when you got your first period. heeseung who went through the numerous break ups and hook ups throughout your years in highschool. heeseung who was still by you now in college. heeseung who was jealous of them all.

how was he meant to not fall for you when you went to him first about everything? it hurt him in the gut when you'd ask him for advice about how to do a proper blowjob. why couldn't it be him? what was the difference?

yet there he was, giving you a ride back home after you called him to pick you up from a party. you didn't drink at all. you didn't think you needed to be drunk to have fun, which was one of the many things heeseung loved about you.

it is true that the blood in his veins boiled at the thought of others seeing you in that short skirt, but who was he to complain? nothing but your mere best friend. "had fun?" he asked. you shrugged. "it was okay, i guess."

he hummed softly, leaving the conversation there. he turned a corner — a little too hard — which caused you to grip the seatbealt tightly. heeseung, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to lay his hand on your thigh. "sorry about that," he apologized and kept it there.

you could feel the blush on your cheeks. for some reason his hand felt nice and warm, almost way too comfortable. and for some odd reason, as if your hand had a mind of its own, you put it over his, slowly dragging it up more.

heeseung's breath got caught on his throat. he was driving, he had to pay attention to the road. but how could he? his mind was starting to go crazy. were you really doing this? right here, right now? there was no way his mind was letting him believe it. not until he saw it himself.

so he pulled over to the side of the road. he looked over at you with big doe eyes. his hand was gripping your thigh a lot harder, but not enough to hurt. it was evident he was confused yet excited. "it wouldn't hurt to try, right?" you asked.

it was the perfect green light for him. all the times he felt like a loser jerking off in his room after hanging out with you were thrown out the window. his lust took over him, and in one swift move, he was kissing you passionately. maybe it was time to accept your feelings. it was time to stop hiding.

his lips were hard yet sweet against yours. you could taste the flavor of gum he always chewed. his favorite. his hands were quick to unbuckle your seatbealt and put his own seat back. also unbuckling his own.

he pulled away, seeing you stare out the window in clear embarrassment. "come here," he said, patting his lap. the idea of being on top of heeseung made you clench over nothing. only in your wildest dreams did you ever think of this situation. maybe wishes do come true after all.

you gladly took the spot he was inviting you to take. your skirt rid up as you positioned yourself on top of his crotch. your panties were so thin you could feel the outline of his cock as if you were naked.

heeseung's hands were fast enough to greet your thighs again, rubbing them up and down. the gesture made you throw your head back, making heeseung's dick twitch under you. you were so goddamn beautiful. there was no way he would let this opportunity go.

"you're so fucking sexy... but you'd look even better bouncing on my cock."

"and what's stopping me?"

if the heeseung that realized he had feelings for his best friend for the first time heard of this, he'd call it bullshit. you were both desperate, trying to get to the deed as soon as possible in such a tiny place.

you positioned yourself so that your entrance was right on his tip, and you slid down carefuly, letting yourself and your best friend adjust to the feeling. "you feel so goddamn good. just as i expected."

he was quick to start rolling your own hips onto his shaft, sighing loudly at the feeling. "fuck... i might not be able to hold myself." you held onto his shoulders for dear life, resting your forehead there as well. once you felt ready enough, you started bouncing up and down.

heeseung kept grunting and groaning, music to your ears. not only was his voice beautiful when singing, but fuck did he make pretty noises when moaning. his left hand left your hip to pull your hair back. "let me look at that pretty face of yours."

not only did his words make it to your head, they also made it to your core. his adams apple was a lot more visible now. as if you had never rubbed your thighs while looking at it move as he spoke.

your movements started getting sloppy, which heeseung noticed fast enough. the hand on your hair was long gone, back to its original position on your hips, helping you bounce harder and faster on him. "go on pretty girl, cum all over me."

and you did. you let out all that was in you at that very moment. your moans were almost pornographich, making heeseung curse under his breath. "i- haagh- ah! i can't hold it." he said. you took his face in your hand, forcing him to look at you as your eyes started to tear up at the overestimulation. "cum in me heeseung... please!"

that was all he needed. fuck was it all he wanted. with one quick thrust up, he was releasing all of his seeds in you while also holding you down on him. the warm feeling made you cum a second time, plopping back on his shoulder. "you're so mine now. so so fucking mine."

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I saw the notif that you followed me so I kinda stalked your acc (it's so exquisite btw 🤌🏽) when I saw that "mi real" I had to follow in a heartbeat JAJAJAJAJ

¿qué veo? A NEW REAL?!?!?! thanks for the love sweetie, trust me I stalked you too (the aesthetic?! yes) let's be good moots/friends <3

So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her? (mitski - my love mine all mine )

ᨓ 。nishimura x fem reader ꒰🌙꒱ ﹕fluff w/slight angst ﹕+1.2k

[零] The vast majority of the time, Ni-Ki wasn't a big fan of romance, preferring to watch couples from a distance and see the smiles of others at the niceties they did for each other as he left the clutches of HYBE for his well-deserved vacation after countless promotions and such.

Great was his surprise when he felt his heart flutter for the first time (or at least he thinks so) when he collided with you on the skatepark on one of his nightly walks while carrying a whole bag of snacks. Maybe it was your beautiful eyes full of the brightest stars a person can have, your worried face after the little accident, or how you acted fast to help him before he fell completely to the ground, his chest touching yours due to the force you applied and holding the prettiest rose in one hand. He could feel a slight heat crawling to his cheeks the moment you looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm truly sorry. I'm in a hurry right now, and I couldn't see you." The tone in your voice could be described as a warm embrace to his heart, the small hint of concern making its presence known in that sentence while you still checked his whole body for any injured parts.

He did not remember to move on his own and was left in a trance for a brief moment. He felt nervous; his heart was racing, and he thought his voice had gone since not a single word came from his mouth.

"Are you okay?" He moved his head up and down as an affirmation, you gave a bow, and then you left while still saying several apologies and one beautiful smile. The state he was in must be described as starstruck and he growled on the low when he realized how stupid he looked to you, with his lips parted and his eyes looking at you in a daze. His sight traveled to the sky bathed in stars of all sizes, the moon positioned at the top, and peace reigned for a second in his body for such a beautiful midnight that was happening.

He placed the palm of his hand right where his vital organ was still beating at a great speed, making him clap his hand with his chest slowly. Due to his job, he got to see multiple girls, all of whom were beautiful to his innocent and lovely eyes every time he interacted with them on stage, at fan events, or even outside taking pictures with the HYBE building with their merchandise, but the reaction he had right now was different. Very different.

He could swear that the moment lived a few minutes ago began to bring him certain hallucinations when he saw you again, this time without the smile you wore before when you said goodbye to him in sorrow and the beautiful flower that was embraced by your fingers, now without any petals left. The moonlight was dazzling, and she saw nothing wrong with overshadowing her little companions. The blossom gave directly to your trail as if it were a reflector, a path of tears forming on the cheeks of others.

You, on the other hand, were so excited to see your partner again after several weeks. His constant classes for that test that all Korean students must take, not to mention all the extracurriculars, had taken time away from your relationship. After the incident with the tall guy with cute moles and the most attractive eyes you could ever see, you ran to the meeting place you and Jinsik had agreed to be at.

You understood him, you really did, but you couldn't get it through your head that he had cheated on you to go with someone else when you saw them kissing. You had to face him for your own peace and hit him with the rose you cared for and made grow with so much love in your grandmother's garden.

The tears finally rolled down from your eyes once you were away from the sly smile and empty words of the boy who wasn't worth it, ending up in the same park as before. The rest of the flower ended in the nearest trash can, and you let yourself out for a few minutes in the empty park.

Ni- Ki didn't know exactly what to do. Does he need to go next to you? That was probably mostly weird. Or should he just go back to the dorms?

The bag next to him started to look alarming, and he took out the big marshmallow covered in chocolate that was for Heeseung once he got back. One lie won't be so bad. The same thing happened. Heart pounding to the point it was banging on his chest, with his very slight sweaty palms and random thoughts coming to his head, he went for it.

The presence beside you was very obvious; you raised your head and your breath stuck in your throat. The tall guy you talked to before saw you with all your make-up running down your face, which you tried to hide with your hair, which was completely useless.

A snack was placed in the middle of you both, and the face of the unknown boy gave you the go-ahead that he was sharing the candy. The sweet stopped at your hands, and you gave a short bow. You looked pretty pathetic; you were not going to deny it or even look at yourself because you just knew it. It was your first breakup, and you didn't think it was going to end this way.

"Bad noon?"

"Oh hell, it is... I just got my heart broken" of course it was. The only area in which he has no clue and would not help at all is if he used all he learned about love and breakups from coming-of-age movies.

"I'm probably the worst person to tell you something, but don't hold the sadness for too long. It will only make it worse to forget him or her, especially if he hurt you. Heal yourself from this and wait for the right person again because love will always come at any time, sooner or later."

You made eye contact again and decided to capture his features, or at least the ones that the face mask didn't cover. His messy brown hair and blonde highlighter were messy, and the beanie he was wearing didn't help, but he pulled it off completely. His feline eyes and gorgeous brows made your heart skip a beat. Your mouth gaped to respond to him, being interrupted by the vibration of the boy's cell phone; his eyebrows furrowed, and he put it away again after answering. He took the black shopping bag in one hand and bowed.

Ni-Ki didn't want to leave; he felt the strange necessity of staying by your side to comfort you, something he wasn't allowed to do due to his rookie contract.

"Just think about it..."

And he left, hiding the feeling of punching himself when he realized he didn't ask your name or at least saying his to you. He really wanted to at least find her again and would pray to all the gods above because a small part of his brain and heart told him to trust destiny, because if destiny put them together for a small moment, they would join them back since love must come and go.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: this is my very first post over here and hopefully you guys like it 🦋

0.01: | 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕smut with plot ﹕+ 5.8k contains: voyeurism, balcony sex, oral (male and female), praise kink, boob guy Heeseung, Heeseung has a lip ring (IT'S IN FACT A WARNING), doggy style, ballet dancer, face off, teasing, phonecall sex, petnames (sweetheart and princess), hair pulling and a surprise towards the end. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here]

intro || tuesday

You don't remember moving an inch after your little slip in the living room generated by your roommate, who eventually went to the building opposite his best friends, Sunghoon and Jake. For your great fortune, your sister's call that she would go to the apartment with food along with her girlfriend a few minutes after she left made you sigh calmly, knowing that you were going to have free grace therapy for your two favorite girls.

You decided to wait on the balcony of the place, breathing deeply in the fresh air of the afternoon. The sector you guys were in was remodelled, in fact the whole place, and in that you thanked your parents for lending you a significant sum of money for it by investing it in your comfortable home (because that was another thing you both shared, and it was being economically stable but wanting to be independent).

It had two armchairs with the perfect size for the average balcony, a small table in the center, and some padded high chairs that complemented everything harmoniously. This gave a perfect view of the urbanization and was at the same level as Heeseung's friends' window (unfortunately), but it was nothing from the other world. I only managed to appreciate the colored lights they installed each time they threw a massive party or just played on the console located in the room, although both buildings were quite close despite the street.

You observed from your position that in the opposite room, the three boys were receiving a boy announcing his entrance with some pizza boxes, and by the outfit, you could quickly recognize that it was Park Jongseoong. You had met each of them when Heeseung held a "small meeting," and Jake had come into your room believing it was the bathroom and coming back a few minutes later to talk to you because he was bored.

You still remember how the boy, whom you firmly believed was the personification of a golden retriever, pulled you out of your cave to join the party. Even though you wanted to wrap yourself in the sheets of your bed, you couldn't rest with all the noise; all you did was make sure you left your room safely and interacted against your will.

In your eyes, the four of them were quite different. Jake was quite friendly, and you could say that he was playful. Jay had shown himself to be a quiet extrovert but also a joker. Sunghoon was a pretty new case for you. In what you were sharing with the two foreigners, Sunghoon remained silent and only gave little smiles for education; all were interesting in their way, and along with Heeseung, you didn't avoid realizing how well they complemented each other, and you didn't doubt that their friendship was as you thought, "those that almost no longer exist."

The sound of the door being opened frightened you for a moment until you remembered that you had given the entry key to those who were coming. You got up excited to greet the couple with joy and relief. However, you didn't have to be a genius to know it would last a while when you dropped the bomb on your sister over Heeseung.

"Hey, are the dishes where they always are?" You shouted in affirmation, not ceasing to embrace Shuhua. She looked around and opened her eyes, surprised.

"How come Heeseung's not here?"

"It's in the boys' place." You pointed to the balcony, and Shuhua took the initiative to go there, so you had no choice but to get up and set the table. It was a routine all three had; Soojin arrived with food, and Shuhua was in charge of closing the balcony doors, although this time it was stronger than the previous ones when he saw Heeseung from a distance.

Shuhua wasn't such a fan of men, especially Heeseung, after your constant complaints about the women he brought home and all. And to your surprise, Soojin liked or hated Heeseung, but she was upset that he had no respect for you, your sister being the main reason Heeseung no longer brought his suitors to the place (or, well, not always).

All of you gathered at the table to eat in silence; only you were silent if we were sincere. The silence on your part made Soojin pay attention; she knew for sure that something was on your mind that was bothering you, and she was going to get that information out of you one way or another. Her direct attitude caught the attention of her girlfriend and yours when she applauded a little.

"What are you thinking?" Her eyes were fixed on you, and the surprise was on your face. You knew you weren't good at hiding your expressions, but you didn't think it was so obvious.

"Nothing."

"You're lying; you look like an idiot."

"Wow, Shuhua, thank you for that cute nickname." Your sarcastic voice didn't affect her; it even made her laugh. You had to tell her what happened, but there were no words to soften the situation.

"All right. You know Heeseung and I are pretty upset, and let's not forget I'm a mouthful. That part's important, actually." With Soojin's accusatory gaze and Shuhua's disgust, you wanted to stop, but you needed some advice. "Let's just say that I was screwing him with the fact that he was disgusting with sex and challenged me to have sex with him for seven days to prove otherwise." — Shuhua was choking on food, and Soojin was doing nothing to the shock of the above, reacting shortly after patting her girlfriend.

The two girls got up, trying to digest everything, and you could only shrink in your place.

"Look, I love you so much, as if you were my sister. And since I love you so much, I'm telling you to come live with us and leave this filthy scoundrel here and-"

"Accept what he proposed." You and Shuhua had a surprise expression all over your faces at what Soojin said after interrupting Shuhua.

"Honey, we're talking about Heeseung. The personification of an undeveloped human being wants to mess with the best creation in this world. No, I refuse." You were flattered by the last part, but you were confused anyway.

Soojin returned to his seat with a calmer appearance, unlike his girlfriend.

"I like Heeseung, if we forget that he used to bring girls to the place, but outside of that, he's a good guy, and you know it. Besides, don't look at it as a punishment like Shuhua does; look at it as a way to get you out of your misery. You've slept with other guys, but how many of them really made you feel good?" She was right. You were never happy with the sexual encounters you had because either they focused on their own pleasure or ended too quickly.

"None of them."

"Also, think things through. I don't like Heeseung, but I have to admit it's a...normal boy." Soojin held a small laugh and nodded at the words of her girlfriend, your hands intertwined with those of your sister, who gave you a warm smile.

"The decision is yours, and if it goes wrong, you have space in our home."

"But if the son of a bitch gets to-"

"Shuhua, please!"

"All right! Think about it!"

The beatings of your heart were pounding in your chest, while your senses seemed to be sharpening supernaturally. It was as if you were tuned to every detail of his environment in an almost animal-like way. You couldn't get Soojin's words out of your mind after they left, and you admitted with some regret that your older sister was right. Despite your reluctance toward Heeseung, there were valuable aspects to their relationship: his attention, his willingness to help you with tasks that were confusing to you, his undeniable attractiveness, and, although it was hard for you to admit, his maturity on most occasions.

Although you didn't want to look desperate, you realized you were looking for some kind of sexual release. Heeseung's offer was insinuated as an irresistible temptation. You weren't a complete novice; you had experiences that could be qualified as experimental. And considering the rumors about your "frenemy" sexual prowess, you couldn't help but fill your mind with bold thoughts. The thoughts of what his tactics would be like at the time, what kind of caresses he would like to receive or grant, and how he would explore their bodies in a fiery dance of desire. The idea of being with him, of giving up on each other in a whirlwind of passion, wrapped you in a spiral of anticipation.

"Damn it!" A cry of frustration emerged from your lips, suffocated by the pillow on your face. You sat on the bed, and your eyes sat on the clock table.

It was 1:28 a.m. Monday.

You could feel the need to take over, and he knew right away. You needed to release that tension that was invading you. Without further delay, you took a set of pajamas for the morning, hoping to cool off under the water of a shower. But the thought of Heeseung and the possibility of fulfilling his promise accompanied you as an insistent shadow, infusing his actions with a touch of anticipated electricity.

Looking for a break, you opted for a red fruit tea, confident that it would help you to reconcile your sleep without difficulty. For the second time on the day, you went to the balcony, a space that looked like an oasis of tranquility at that time. You leaned on the railing, letting your elbows sink into it, while your eyes rested on the streets that were illuminated by the faint light of the lighthouses. The day was routine, which meant that the urban landscape was calm. With your eyes closed, you gave in to the delight of that moment. The taste of the drink permeated your palate, giving it a sweet touch in the morning. You and the moon were the main actors in that serene moment. The cup emptied faster than expected, which led you to turn around and deposit it on the center table.

You were shocked to see Heeseung's figure approaching you. The boy was also slightly shocked before he burst into laughter at the fun scene. Heeseung stood before her, tied in one of her many loose black shirts, combined with her omnipresent grey joggers, which seemed to be an essential part of her wardrobe. You turned your back on him, trying to calm the accelerated heartbeat that the boy's mere presence caused inside you. After all, you had made a decision, and you weren't willing to take it back.

You were determined to follow the game Heeseung had proposed, to embark on those seven days that he promised so much.

You felt Heeseung's tall body settling next to yours, and your eyes turned to meet his. You noticed her staring at you, a little smile playing on her face. At that moment, they shared a moment charged with a mysterious attraction, as if they were two magnetic forces approaching inevitably.

"How come you're not asleep?" Heeseung began the conversation, breaking the silence. His voice sounded soft and slightly snoring, which only intensified the connection that was beginning to take shape between you two.

"I'm not sleepy. I slept a little in the afternoon after Soojin and Shuhua left." you answered, noticing Heeseung nodding in understanding. His eyes were placed on your profile—an action you didn't realize, but that stole his breath and left his mind momentarily blank.

For Heeseung, you've always been the most beautiful girl of all.

Your features were perfectly balanced, and your figure not only aroused his desire to explore what was under your clothes but also the desire to embrace you and never let you go. Your personality, an amalgam of strength and softness, created a balance that made you stand out wherever you went. Heeseung had been attracted to you from the moment he saw you smile brilliantly as you entered your apartment at that time, touching with emotion all that was within your reach.

At first, Heeseung thought it was just a passing infatuation, a superficial whim. That's why he went on with his way of life as a womanizer, unaware that you were becoming the missing piece in his life's puzzle.

"Sorry about today," Heeseung said again, bringing his voice closer to you. You looked at him, slightly confused by the apology. "What I said this afternoon was inappropriate. If you're uncomfortable and you need room, I can ask the boys to let me stay with them."

Moonlight did not favor you at all; in fact, its brightness allowed Heeseung to observe how your cheeks would acquire a lovely crimson tone. It was hard for him to contain a smile in front of that scene that I never imagined. A prolonged silence was established among you. What am I supposed to do now? Say something else.

Heeseung decided that his wishes were no longer worth hiding.

"I accept." you whispered suddenly, taking Heeseung by surprise.

"Do you accept me leaving?" Heeseung asked, bewildered.

A soft laugh sprang from your lips, making Heeseung even more confused.

"No. I accept that you show me how good you are." Your words resonated in Heeseung's mind, falling like pieces instead.

"I won't do anything you don't want." Heeseung said, his promises of respect and care being in contrast to the situation.

His words softened your heart a little, and you decided to venture even further. You brought your body a little closer to Heeseung's, enough to dare bite Heeseung's lower lip, adorned with a piercing in the middle, giving him a sigh that resounded with delight. It was a daring act under the moon, a gesture that sealed his complicity at that intense moment.

"Make me feel good, Heeseung." You challenged, your voice full of desire and longing.

"I'll show you the fucking clouds, sweetheart" he answered, letting his words carry a burning promise. Finally, both lips were found in a long-awaited and contained kiss for a long time. Heeseung's body leaned against the balcony railing, and his arms surrounded you, placing it in front of him without breaking his kiss.

You didn't stay behind; your fingers got tangled in the boy's platinum hair. The two were on the verge of a pact with Rati, a single movement to plunge into a whirlwind of fleshly desires. At that moment, they hid their true feelings, wrapped in a fire of passion and longing.

Each caress seemed desperate, a reflection of the months in which they had been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. Your hands left Heeseung's neck, exploring the boy's wide shoulders before firmly squeezing his biceps, an expression of the contained desire that was finally being released. Heeseung followed your example, your fingers playing with the soft satin fabric of your pajamas shirt that you were wearing at the time. Every touch of their warm hands under your shirt sent chills of anticipation through your skin, intensifying the passion that burned between them.

With a firm grip on your waist, Heeseung attracted you even closer, as if he wanted to merge their bodies into a passionate and unwavering embrace. The tip of her tongue subtly outlined your lips, causing a wider opening and an exchange of breath that culminated in the encounter between her tongues. The sweet taste of the cherry you shared in the tea accentuated the sensuality of the moment. Heeseung's hands gently walked the way from his abdomen to your bare breasts, making your skin stand before his touch.

His thumb and index fingers caressed your nipples, generating a moan that escaped from your lips and mixed with the boy's sigh. That sound sounded like music in Heeseung's ears, who smiled laciously at your answer. You were already lost in the pleasure he gave you, and in an instant of skillful movement, Heeseung's shirt disappeared from his body, revealing his skin in the moonlight.

Heeseung's skin was almost angelic in the darkness of the night. His figure, slightly worked, appeared in its maximum splendor without restriction of clothes. Her pants, lying suggestively down, implied that she was not wearing underwear—something that didn't go unnoticed for you and that fed your desire even more. However, the opportunity to admire his figure quickly disappeared as his lips looked for yours again with eagerness.

Heeseung explored your skin with his lips, charting a path from the back of his ear to your clavicles, following the same path you had walked seconds before with his shirt. Your breasts were released from their confinement, and Heeseung watched carefully as the cool evening wind hardened the nipples, generating a tempting and exciting image. His hands captured your breasts again, loving them delicately and firmly, causing you to tilt your head back, letting slip a sigh of pleasure that resonated in the atmosphere full of desire at the moment of feeling Heeseung's tongue giving little licks on them, gathering them to duplicate the pleasure it gave you. Each action lit fire between them, and the passion became more intense with each touch of their bodies.

Time seemed to expand at that moment of burning connection. After a while, Heeseung turned his attention away from the top of your body, and his hands slipped towards the back of his thighs, lifting you up easily. Together, they took a seat on one of the chairs, with you on top of Heeseung. Your knees were beside him, but you didn't sit completely down, wanting to prolong the moment of anticipation.

You let yourself be carried away by the frenzy of desire while their bodies were entangled in a dance of passion. In Heeseung's eyes, you looked like a goddess, and he worshipped you with every kiss he laid on his naked waist and the lines he drew with his lips. Every caress was an affirmation that what they were living was real, and your beauty in the moonlight stunned them.

Your lips took Heeseung's in another passionate kiss, but soon you parted with him, taking his hands to stand before him. The intensity in the air was palpable, charged with anticipation. Heeseung was momentarily baffled by your action, but his surprise quickly turned into grunting content when you got rid of your shorts and underwear. Kneeling in front of him, you looked him in the eye as your hands went up through Heeseung's covered thighs.

One action was enough to get rid of the only garment that covered his deepest desire. Your gaze focused on Heeseung's semi-erect limb. It was neither extremely thick nor venous, but its length caught your eye. The tip, dyed in a subtle red, shone with the pre-semen that emerged. Without looking away from his eyes, you let your tongue run through the liquid with a little tongue that stunned Heeseung.

"Damn, you're perfect for me." You were motivated by the comment and started with slow and sensual movements, caressing its length with your hands and applying the right pressure at the right time.

Heeseung's body reacted with soft movements, and the sight combined with the increasing humidity that could be seen in your pants generated a soft moan that escaped from his lips. You could see a grin on Heeseung's face before he closed his eyes, succumbing to pleasure.

Heeseung's hands encountered yours on his limb, gently removing them before you could continue. You raised your body to stand in front of him, and he sat you down so that his chest would touch your back. Your legs were opened by Heeseung, who placed his dick between your folds, no penetration whatsoever. Keeping the erotic contact and the tension.

Heeseung's fingers explored your clitoris, causing your body to shake and your hips to spin in small circles, both trapped in a whirlwind of desire. But the sweet nickname he used at that intimate moment highlighted the contrast between sin and affection, generating your lower part to beat in anticipation.

"Let me help you, sweetheart." Heeseung's digits explored your body, finding the way to the moisture that enveloped them both. Your moaning increased in intensity as you were carried away by the pleasure that took hold of you. Although you tried to keep quiet, the desire grew uncontrollably, pushing you to express yourself more and more. Heeseung surprised you by inserting a finger into you, and the contact made you bow your back while you were making a drowning moan.

The feeling of fullness and the touch of your skin with Heeseung's filled you with intense excitement. The second finger joined the first finger, shrinking and causing a tremor throughout your being. Your hands clung to Heeseung's thighs as your hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers, looking for more of that intoxicating sensation.

You couldn't deny that the moment of passion was like being in an uncontrollable flame that threatened to consume them completely. You opened your eyes, clouded by pleasure, and met the intense gaze of Heeseung, who had been watching you with a mixture of desire and worship. However, he didn't seem willing to let you take the reins any longer.

You looked ahead to give Heeseung your neck, and you didn't know if it was the moment that was making you hallucinate, confirming that it wasn't a mirage when you decided to focus completely, leaving pleasure on one side.

Sunghoon was watching everything from the balcony of his respective department through his circular lenses, and by the expression he carried, he had been surprised by the situation. The girl gradually stopped her movements, getting Heeseung to let go of a grunt.

"Is everything okay? There's something wrong?" — With no reaction from you, Heeseung followed your gaze, and he couldn't help feeling a little surprised when he saw his best friend with his favorite cup in his hand, without looking away from them. Sunghoon, seeing that he was caught, began to fix his surroundings until Heeseung threw a whistle, drawing his attention. At no time did Heeseung's hands move away from you, forcing you both to stand up and stand in front of the railing, your breasts completely exposed to Sunghoon and his free hand on your hips, his lips touching your right ear in a tempting way. "Do you like Sunghoon watching you? "See how you fuck yourself?" —the squeeze your walls gave his fingers confirmed his doubt.

You were ecstatic with the simple fact that that shy boy had now sat like an obedient child in a chair that they also had in their place in front of Heeseung, ignoring both of you by looking at his phone.

"Do you want to give him a little show?" With courage, you nodded. Heeseung left you for a moment, searched his pants for his phone, and returned to you. The screen clearly showed how Heeseung was calling Sunghoon. They both saw Sunghoon take his cell phone, and with a little doubt, he answered the call.

"Hyung, I'm sorry. I will go to my-."

"Don't go it, Sunghoon; we like being watched. Enjoy the view and the audio. Also, if you want to jerk yourself off, do it." You could see Sunghoon's eyebrows going up in surprise, and later on, he was sitting in front like he was before.

Your jaw was taken by Heeseung and placed so that your sight was fixed in Park. Heeseung again explored your intimate area, and at this point, you could feel your legs shaking as your orgasm was postponed. You could see Sunghoon shaking his leg from top to bottom with shyness, but his eyes would not move away in any way, coming into visual contact with him. You saw a little bit down, noticing his dick being marked in his pajamas. Heeseung pulled out his fingers, causing you to complain of dissatisfaction and look over your shoulder. But your complaints became a louder moan when you felt his penis pressing against your entrance. Your bodies were connected in a way that exceeded any expectations, and now you were leaning against the bar and with your ass at the perfect angle for Heeseung to enter in a delicious way, feeling the warmth and firmness of your torso while he held you with his arms. The phone in your hand was close to you, and you just knew how needy you sounded to Sunghoon.

Your movements and Heeseung's were reflected in Sunghoon's glasses; he couldn't keep his eyes off both of you. Every sigh, every touch, and every gesture of pleasure they shared had an effect on Sunghoon. You could see the desire to sprout in Sunghoon, his dick creating a tent in his pants. You placed the phone loudspeaker closer to your lips, sliding your hand through your own body, caressing your abdomen, and stopping in your clitoris.

"Sunghoon, touch yourself with me. Please."

Passion was burning in the air as the movements of the three of you began to synchronize. Sunghoon finally released his penis and wrapped it with his hand. The pressure he exerted on it was reflected in the veins that emerged from it. Heeseung filled and caressed you from within, and you could only lift your hips desperately, looking for that overwhelming feeling that only he could give you at that moment. Heeseung's hands went around your back, your hips, and your breasts, as if he wanted to touch every inch of your being. You let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure, your moaning filling the whole place and ear of Sunghoon as his movements became more frantic, screaming from time to time. You felt Heeseung's palm groaning your ass, the sting making you scream ecstatic.

In an act of impulse, you opened your eyes (which you didn't realize you had closed), noticing how Sunghoon was beginning to unbutton his shirt, allowing his skin to come into contact with the fresh air of the night, and his movements had increased speed, looking for his orgasm.

"Sunghoon, will you cum with me?" You saw Sunghoon throw his head back, and both you and Heeseung heard a grunt followed by a chain of groans.

Sunghoon's hand continued to move, occupying every inch of his swollen penis; his movements were almost as equal as yours on the next balcony. The sight of the Sunghoon was making you feel like you were going to explode at any moment.

"Shit, Heeseung, I'm cumming." Heeseung wasted no time, and it was his turn to stand in front of you. Taking your left leg, he made you wrap it around his hip with his hand right on your buttocks.

"Let me see you while you're doing it." —and once again, he came back with his unbridled movement. Now the speed of his action was fast; you both were looking like animals, but Heeseung was more focused on making you have the best orgasm in your life.

Your breasts were bouncing in front of him, your lips half open, leaving free high moans mingling with Heeseung's own sighs and listening to Sunghoon's whimpers. "Heeseung, Sunghoon, I'm close." —your grip on Heeseung's shoulder for support intensified when you felt that familiar knot in your belly, your moans being silenced by Heeseung's lips, who was also reaching his release before the exquisite feeling of your entrance by not wanting to let go.

Pleasure was built within you as an unstoppable storm. You could feel the contractions of your body approaching the edge, making your grip on the phone harder, and Heeseung was on the verge of losing control. The moans and whispers filled the space between them; every touch, every kiss, and every caress pushed them beyond their limits. 

"You're perfect for me, sweetheart. You squeeze me so tight. Fuck." The climax finally reached both of you—an explosion of sensations that enveloped your bodies completely. You clung to Heeseung as the waves of pleasure dragged you and were heard by the two boys, your body trembling in its ecstasy. Heeseung followed you, his release triggered by the burning union of their bodies. Both fell into a sea of satisfaction and exhaustion, their entwined breaths as they recovered their composure. You looked at Sunghoon, having the perfect view of how he let himself be carried by the wave of pleasure that ran through him, his hand and thighs covered by the uncontrollable jets of his semen, getting you to squeeze Heeseung's penis at the sight of the boy, who was now submissive. You felt a void when it finally came out of you. Heeseung moved the hand that had the cell phone to your lips.

"Come on, talk to Sunghoon, sweetheart." You swallowed dry and took off the speaker. You could clearly hear Sunghoon's sighs and feel his eyes across the balcony.

"Sunghoon?"

"Hey," Sunghoon's agitated voice returned your greeting. Your eyes deviated to his body because he was an athlete; he had a dream body, and you couldn't deny that you wanted to kiss that mole he had on his collarbone. You couldn't stop looking at his figure. "If you want, I'll send you a picture."

"Don't worry about it, just- " You took a leap into the air, feeling Heeseung's lips sticking to your vulva. You breathed a sigh down to see Heeseung. "I'm sorry"

"Is he licking you clean, princess? You must be dripping; Heeseung has that privilege, but it would have been better if you have two people."

"Really? How would you do that? Fuck, Heeseung." Your sensitivity was growing as the boy cleaned both of your fluids. Your hand went to his hair, pulling it slightly.

"Why don't you look?" Your eyes stopped the boy in his glasses, he got settled in the chair he had, and his middle finger and ring took a quantity of semen that remained on the tip. Shortly after licking that, you opened your eyes with surprise.

Was that the guy who didn't even look at you weeks ago?

Heeseung sucked out your clitoris, confirming that he actually made you touch the clouds without stepping on the sky; he had brought the sky to you. A final kiss was deposited that made you moan one last time. He looked at his cell phone in your hand and hung up on Sunghoon.

"One of seven, get ready for tomorrow, sweetheart. I'll show you what devotion is."

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