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How would Sanemi react if Maeda made a uniform similar to Mitsuri's for Sanemi's girlfriend?

❕Sanemi’s reaction to your new uniform.

That perverted kakushi strikes again… how will Sanemi react?

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

(Sanemi is very angry, there’s just a paragraph of him cursing, you have a worse uniform than Mitsuri’s)

Sanemi was staring at your uniform you were wearing. Your chest was straining against the fabric and almost spilling out of the hole in the center. Your skirt barely covered your bottom, your panties peeking out ever so slightly. You felt incredibly uncomfortable and kept pulling your skirt down, trying to cover yourself up.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

His voice was incredibly deep and eerily calm. Sanemi wasn’t yelling or insulting the kakushi that made this, wich was somehow even scarier than him being openly angry. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover up the your chest-hole, wich he’s been staring at. That made him look into your eyes.

“Maeda was his name? The kakushi?”

You nodded quietly. Sanemi took his cropped haori off and unbuttoned his sleeveless uniform, wrapping it around your shoulders and buttoning it back up. He sensed how uncomfortable you felt in your poor excuse of a uniform.

“I’ll take care of it. There’s hakama pants in my closet. Go change.”

Sanemi was still calm as he grabbed his katana and headed out, his footsteps heavy and fast. He was rushing past the other kakushi and hashira, intentionally bumping into a few of them to make them go out of his damn way. He has a kakushi to murder after all.

“Sh-Shinazugawa-sama…!-“

Maeda was already shaking once he saw the wind hashira standing in his doorway. He seemed to be absolutely fuming, gripping the handle of his katana. The kakushi already fell onto his knees and slammed his forehead onto the tatami as a gesture of deep apology. He wanted to start begging for his life, but Sanemi interrupted him before he even started.

“You worthless piece of shit. You’re absolute FILTH—lower than the dirt I scrape off my blade after shoving it down a fucking demon’s throat. The fact that you breathe the same fucking air as the other kakushi, WHO PUT THEIR OWN FUCKING LIVES IN DANGER TO SAVE OTHERS, SOMETHING YOU COULD NEVER EVEN DREAM OF DOING, is a fucking insult to even the worst kakushi and the corps as a whole! You were too pathetic to become a slayer and save others and kill the scum of the earth, so instead YOU BECAME A FUCKING PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT.”

Sanemi was yelling his throat out, his hand trembling and itching to just use his sheathed katana to beat Maeda into a pile of broken bones.

“You’re worth NOTHING! Your mother would be fucking ashamed of you if she knew what a fucking pervert you are. I should be fucking killing you or feeding your worthless body to a fucking demon, even though YOU’RE PROBABLY NOT EVEN WORTH EATING, you fucking piece of shit.”

Sanemi stepped his foot onto his head, pushing him down. Maeda was shaking and sobbing, frantically apologising, but Sanemi just kept screaming at him. He took a deep breath at took his sheathed katana out of his belt, about to slam it against the kakushi’s back, before his arm got dragged out of the room and pulled into the hallway.

“Shinazugawa-sama, you should control your anger more. I’ll make sure to send a crow to Ubuyashiki-sama and make sure that this kakushi will be appropriately punished. Please let me handle this.”

Gyomei’s words were calming. He removed his arm from Sanemi’s bicep and returned to his usual gesture of prayer, rubbing his hands together. Sanemi was still shaking and seething in anger, itching to punch something. He quietly eyed Gyomei, then the kakushi

“You better make a normal fucking uniform. It will be done by tomorrow. I’ll be picking it up personally.

Sanemi grunted at him. Maeda wet himself while he was screaming at him, fearing for his dear life, shaking and sobbing, but frantically nodding ans apologising over and over. Gyomei started crying quietly.

“Your perverted actions are disrespecting the Demon Slayer Corps itself. You will soon learn your lesson through Master’s punishment.”

Sanemi glared at the kakushi one last time and then turned to Gyomei to mumble a quiet “thanks”. He stormed off, making his way back to you and his estate.

How dare he disrespect you like that? At least Sanemi now has an excuse to make you wear his clothes for even longer. That’s the only positive thing about this situation. He hopes that Kagaya will punish this excuse of an kakushi properly. If not, Sanemi’ll make sure he’ll never be able to make another uniform like this ever again.

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Sorry if this was underwhelming or not according to your liking, and sorry for randomly throwing Gyomei in. I hope you enjoyed anyway!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

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How would Sanemi react if every time he and his crush were about to kiss, someone interrupted? He and his crush love each other, but they haven't confessed their feelings yet, so whenever they're alone, someone interrupts their romantic moment! 💚

Being interrupted while you’re trying to confess… again.

Note: Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Sanemi x hashira!reader

You wanted to unwind after a long day of gruelling training and finally relax in the hotsprings for the rest of the evening. After removing your sweaty uniform and putting it aside, you stepped into the water

You let out a soft sigh after letting yourself get submerged. There’s no one else but you around, so you can swim around and splash in the warm water as much as you want.

But after finally setting down and leaning against the cooling rocks, you heard someone else enter the water. You lifted your head to glance at the person that joined you, only to find the wind hashira staring back at you.

Oh, great.

Sanemi was staring back at you with wide eyes. He slowly submerged himself into the water, hiding his naked body from you. His face flushed and his whole body stiffened.

You averted your eyes and looked the woods surrounding the springs, trying to ignore the hashira’s presence all together.

But surprisingly, Sanemi sat down right beside you. He crossed his muscular arms across his chest, not sparing a glance at you.

The tension was palpable and it was fairly awkward between you two.

“Do you come to the springs often?”

Sanemi spoke up, not looking at you, staring at the skies above. It felt like he was trying to avoid looking at you.

“Sometimes.”

You turned to look at him but glanced away quickly again.

“Great.”

“Mhm.”

Silence fell over both of you until you felt the water move around you. Sanemi turned to look at you, quietly. He opened his mouth to say something, but kept quiet. You glanced back at him.

Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Your glistering skin was glowing and the warm light of the lanterns illuminated you in the most gorgeous way possible. You were looking at him through your lashes. You know what you’re doing to him, aren’t you? Sanemi’s face began to heat up and the words got stuck inside his throat again. He fell for you after watching you train for the first time but never admitted his feelings out loud to anyone. You’re probably going to reject him anyways, so why even try?

Gods, Sanemi has the body of the most refined warrior, you thought to yourself. Scars decorate his skin and his muscles are so tense and pronounced. His forearms were so large and defined, if Sanemi wanted to, he could easily toss you around. Not that you would mind. You have been crushing on him for a while now, just admiring him from afar. You were too nervous to act on your feelings.

You two were just staring at each other, admiring your bodies.

“Sanemi… I- uh.. wanted to tell you something. F-For a while now.”

You tried to seem as calm as possible. You and Sanemi were in this exact situation before two weeks ago. After you two were training and sparring together, you were just about to open up your heart to him when Kyojuro’s booming voice interrupted you, asking if you two would like to join the other hashira to go out and eat in a newly opened restaurant. You were so disappointed that you couldn’t confess to him that day…

But now, your heart was racing so quickly, you almost feared you’ll die on the spot before being able to confess. But you needed to get this off your chest for the sake of your sanity.

“Yeah?…”

Sanemi’s eyes widened slightly. Are you about to confess to him? That would be too good to be true, that way he doesn’t have to do it himself. Oh, please confess to him. He subconsciously leaned towards you and rested his weight on one arm. He felt your breath on his face.

“Uhm, I-I actually-“

“You two are here too!!”

The water rippled around you and Sanemi as the love hashira moved towards you two. Sanemi moved away from you again, turning his head away from you two. She joined sat down beside you. Mitsuri had a bright smile on her face, practically beaming at the both of you.

“I never knew you two liked it here!! I come here almost every night! The water is very good for your skin. I heard it even helps healing scar tissue, Shinazugawa-sama!”

Mitsuri leaned over, glancing at Sanemi and his scars. He was not looking back at her.

“‘m leaving.”

“Whaaa? Already? Did I interrupt something?”

Sanemi grumbled and moved away from you and Mitsuri, towards the exit. The love hashira pouted and glanced at you.

“What’s up with him?”

You just shrugged. Is the universe against you confessing your love to Sanemi for some reason?

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Ohhhh I liked writing this a lot! This was fun! Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed reading it!

Make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care if yourselves!

cw: nudity , suggestive 16+ , fluffy , fem/wife reader , mentions of insecurities/self-hatred , making out

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"you're so beautiful nemi," you whisper, lips pressing against the scars on his chest.

in normal circumstances, you would never have been given the chance to sit upon the wind hashira's bare torso this early in the morning.

you were both usually up and out by now, only having time to chastely kiss each other goodbye after running off to your daily training. and by the time you both stumbled back home and into bed, you were too exhausted to do anything.

but you reckon there was a silver lining to being out of commission and needing time to heal. it allowed you to have time to truly appreciate sanemi's beauty.

your husband had two strong hands planted on each side of your waist and eagerly rubbed up and down to just below your bare breasts and down the curves of your waist, resting on your hips.

occasionally, he'd stop just under your soft mounds, fingers teasing the underside and gently brushing over your sensitive nipples. he relished in the way you gasped against his skin, and your even breath stuttered.

your lips continued, following the path his scars had engraved onto his chest. your heart ached knowing the hardship and loss sanemi had faced. but his scars were proof that he was strong, that he was worthy of life.

emboldened by the surge of emotion running through you, you sit up and move your hands to gently hold your husband's face. he looks up at you in confusion, noticing the light shine in your eyes. his eyebrows furrow, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt.

"you're gorgeous, my dear husband," you say, the conviction in your words going straight to his heart, goosebumps starting to form on his skin.

he's never thought himself to be much to look at, and with the scars on his face and littering his body, even less so. but god, through your words, does he wear them with pride. he finds himself looking down at his scars, and a tiny part of him sees the beauty you speak of, buried between the layers of self-hatred and insecurities.

sanemi's speechless underneath you, and you barely have time to appreciate it before he's flipping you both and pressing his lips urgently against yours. he loves you so much he doesn't know what to do with it sometimes. it fills him to the very tips of his hair and then some, overflowing and enshrouding him.

you're still holding his face as he reaches up to hold your jaw, angling you to push his tongue deeper into your mouth. his bare chest presses against yours, and you can feel the roughened skin of his scars deliciously stimulating your hardening nipples. your moans are licked up and swallowed by your husband; he devours every single little noise like it's his last meal.

sanemi slightly pulls apart, spit-soaked lips still resting on yours. you're trying to catch your breath underneath him, and he can't help but groan at the sight of your lust-filled eyes and desire written all over your face.

"not as beautiful as you, my little tempest."

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i love watching seventeen when they do dumb shit and then the camera zooms out and there is woozi in the corner folding in half laughing his ass off

i love that little thing so much he is my happy pill

I was watching Sanemi's training episode and thought about this ask."Sanemi was training the hunters,his wife called him and all the hunters to have lunch with the delicious food she made,but when the hunters saw Sanemi's wife they were enchanted by her beauty and kindness,how would Sanemi react to seeing the hunters enchanted by his wife's beauty?" (Sorry for my bad english)

❕Sanemi’s reaction to his trainees being enchanted by you

You were kind enough to prepare meals for Sanemi’s students after a long and gruelling training session. They absolutely adore you! How will your husband react?

Note: Thank you so much for requesting. Your english is very good, don’t worry! I have another request in my inbox I’m planning to write and publish today. Sorry for not being very active today.

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

— Sanemi has been letting his assigned slayers suffer. He beat their ass with the wooden training katana until it broke, or until the slayer passed out. If the wooden katana broke before the trainee did, Sanemi made sure to continue with his fists. Is this even proper training anymore? Striking or even coming close to this maniac seemed impossible!!

— You knew that your husband is not holding back with his assigned slayers, and so you prepared beforehand: You had a fully stocked pantry and medical closet. You made sure to grab extra medicine and bandages from the butterfly mansion even before the first slayers arrived, wanted to make sure everyone is surviving Sanemi’s training.

— While Sanemi was taking on his trainees, you were cooking some veggie miso soup with a side of steamed dumplings. While that was brewing, you were making a small batch of ohagi just for Sanemi. It’s also very tiring for him, and you’re sure he’d want something sweet to eat during his break.

— Shortly after pouring the soup into the bowls and arranging the dumplings on side dishes, the first starved and badly bruised slayers arrived. Well, they more likely crawled towards the scent of food.

— While they wolfed down their bowls of veggie miso soup, you carefully tended to their wounds while they were distracted. You dabbed on an ointment and wrapped some bandages around their torso’s, arms and legs, speaking encouraging words to them. After the slayers ate and managed to rest up for a while, they actually realised from who they got all this caring attention from.

“Mrs.Sh-Shinazugawa! You’re an angel! Our saviour!”

“Can I have another bowl of soup? Pleeeaase?”

“My shoulder hurts, can you massage me a little? Pretty please, Mrs.Shinazugawa!!”

— But one question lingered on their minds collectively: How the hell did Sanemi find such an angel of a woman like you?! And how the hell did you agree to marry him? Were you forced? Paid? Beaten into submission?!

— Regardless, more and more of Sanemi’s poor trainees showed up crawling, sobbing or being carried/dragged across the dirt by their mates. They desperately needed nourishment and tending to their wounds, or there will be fatalities. You didn’t know if you were supposed to laugh or cry at the sight.

— Sanemi noticed how more and more of his slayers disappeared. Are they seriously hiding from him? Idiots. He started stomping through the training ground, following the smell of green tea and miso soup. That’s where he found you and almost all of his slayers.

— You tended to almost every single slayer personally, patching them up and giving them encouraging words. Some of his trainees even started following you around, trying to help you out and leave a good impression. Maybe you’ll give them extra portions of food or kind praises? Your voice sounded like a healing melody in comparison to Sanemi’s constant yelling and insults.

— But the peaceful atmosphere of you giving out some leftover miso soup and holding some light conversation with the trainees here and there was interrupted by Sanemi’s yelling.

“You’re all useless!! Ya think hiding behind my wife is allowing you to skip training, hah?! Back to the training grounds, shitheads!!”

— Yes, Sanemi is incredibly angry about his slayers hiding from him, especially crawling to you for safety and respite. But he’s more angry about the fact how they were all trying to get your attention and affections. Sanemi doesn’t mind when you interact with other people, or even men. He gets slightly jealous when men get too comfortable and start flirting with you,but Sanemi trusts you. He will interfere if things get too much though, just like now.

— Sanemi is feeling very jealous right now. He saw how you tended to the slayers. Your fingers were wrapping bandages around their wounds and bruises, and you were being so incredibly gentle and soft. You were blushing at their compliments and thanked them gracefully when they help you out.

— Your gentle touches should only be reserved for *him when you patch him up after a long night. Your hands should only touch *his skin with such carefulness and gentleness, and only Sanemi is supposed to make you blush with his* praises. Not these… good-for-nothing slayers.

— You are not oblivious, and you realised why Sanemi was really shooing them away. That’s exactly why you prepared the small batch of ohagi, just to show him that in the end, he’s the only one that received special treatment and affection from you. Although Sanemi only stops grumbling and complaining to you about his assigned trainees’ behaviour once you give him at least one kiss and some reassurance. But he still gave out severe punishments afterwards.

“Their annoying asses are getting on my damn nerves. I’m gonna have a fucking headache in the evening… soo… cuddles? Later?”

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Demon Slayer Season 4 Ep.8

The all out war has begun. (so mad they left it on a cliffhanger😭)

HES SO JANGOVIANOV AIRKBOWKOVO

JESUS CHRIST.

HI HI HI HIIIIIIIIIIIIII

pls do sanemi headcannons i beg of you thats my man🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

hiii love!! tysm for being my first ask, ily kathy ! i made it gn!reader, hope that's alright!

without further ado, here you go:

DATING SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI HCS !

starting with the obvious, he has a soft spot for you

not an obvious, mushy spot, mind you, but he's much nicer to you than his colleagues

struggles with the romantic aspect at first

(can you blame him? he didn't have a good example to model after)

he's a bit hard to crack, but when you do...

sweetest boy ever.

takes you out to lunch at least once a month

since he struggles to verbalise his affection, he often expresses it in the form of physical intimacy

tired after a long mission? he's offering you a massage

in pain from a work injury? you're officially on bedrest until it heals.

enjoys cooking for you, even if he's not very good at it.

almost burned the house down trying to make your favourite meal after a particularly stressful mission

once he gets comfortable enough, this man is the king of physical touch. i'm talking hand on your waist, kisses on the forehead, linking pinkies while you walk

he wasn't always like that, unsure and inexperienced in the beginning, but as your relationship progresses so does his comfort level with initiating physical contact and affection.

would actually have an aneurysm if anyone from the corps saw that tho.

when sanemi finally introduces you, genya absolutely adores you and looks up to you like another older sibling

"Y/n, I'm so grateful to have such a lovely future sister/brother in-law!"

sanemi rolls his eyes at that, but two weeks later he's browsing at the jewelry store.

overall he loves you a lot, and you love him too

and who could ask for more?

I’m sorry..

exbf! Sanemi who immediately regrets every harsh word he said to you after he sees your eyes well up with tears

exbf! Sanemi who refuses to admit his mistake and remains silent when you tell him you cant do this anymore

exbf! Sanemi who stares at his feet as you gather your things and leave his house

exbf! Sanemi who spends the next few days drowning his sorrows in alcohol, even though he hates the way it tastes

exbf! Sanemi who spends his days bar hopping with his friends, refusing to let his feelings get to him

exbf! Sanemi who looks at every girl that approaches him with disgust, and tells them he’s spoken for

exbf! Sanemi who later realises he’s lost the only person he’s wanted throughout his life

exbf! Sanemi who feels miserable without your sweet presence around his home

exbf! Sanemi who cant help but regret every horrible thing he’s said to you, and cringes as he replays the memory of your last argument

exbf! Sanemi who kicks himself for going ahead and fucking up his perfect relationship with you

exbf! Sanemi whose heart drops at the thought of you moving on and finding someone else, someone better than him

exbf! Sanemi who cant stomach the fact that you’re really gone from his life and won’t be coming back unless he does something about it

exbf! Sanemi who decides that he’s not gonna let you go, and he’ll do anything to be worthy of being your boyfriend again

exbf! Sanemi who’s willing to do anything it takes to stay by your side and be a part of your life again

exbf! Sanemi who shows up to your house a few days later

exbf! Sanemi who hugs you as soon as you unlock the door

exbf! Sanemi who lets a few tears roll down his cheek and onto your shoulder as he mutters apologies into your neck like a broken record

exbf! Sanemi who feels all hope leave his body as you pull away and sob about how sad and angry you’ve been because of him

exbf! Sanemi who eventually sobs with you and promises you he’ll do better and begs for your forgiveness

exbf! Sanemi who cups your cheek, wipes your tears away and kisses your forehead

exbf! Sanemi who feels ecstatic as you allow him into your home and heart once again, and swears to himself that he’ll treat you better than ever before

bf! Sanemi who spends the next few hours holding you in his arms and stroking your head, promising to cherish you forever

sanemi sometimes finds himself thinking about wanting to hold hands with you. he’s obsessed with how your fingers perfectly lock in his, like two pieces of puzzle that complete each other. the feeling of your small hand intertwined with his big one gives him a sense of joy and comfort that he’s never felt before. the sensation drives him crazy in a way that can’t be put into words. he hasn’t been really aware of the significance of holding hands with the one you love the most until he meets you, and now he wants nothing more than to hold that precious hand of yours and never let go.

“hoon, which one is the best?” you ask jihoon, showing him two hoodies, one is black with a white heart pattern embroidered on the side of the heart which looks like it would fit you perfectly, and the other a dark gray oversize one, printed.

jihoon takes both hoodies in his hands and examines them. finally, he lingers on the gray. “this one would be good on you.”

“okay.” you thank him with a smile. you put the black one back in its place. you guys leave the store after paying and make a few trips to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and fruit then return home.

— a week later.

“babe? have you seen my new hoodie?” you search for the item of clothing in question, practically making a mess of your closet.

“which one?” jihoon just came out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. they just finished filming god of music choreography video today and jihoon went straight home afterward.

“the gray one, the one we bought together last week.”

this isn't the first time you've lost one of your hoodies. they always end up disappearing mysteriously and you never see them again. you sigh in frustration.

“i don't know. maybe you put it in the washing machine.”

“impossible. i washed it as soon as we got home that day and i've barely had time to put it on since.” you resign yourself to cleaning out your closet, not having found the slightest trace of your hoodie.

you sigh in defeat and flop onto the bed, you give up. you will never find it again, just like its 8 predecessors.

— three days later.

jihoon can hear their new music, god of music playing through the house speakers from his home studio.

“LEE JIHOON!!!” he then hears you scream his name in anger from the living room.

“oops.” he gets up from his chair at the speed of light and double-locks the door to his studio. closing his eyes, he prepares himself for the hurricane that will soon break over it.

“open this door!!!” you punch aggressively non-aggressively the door while jihoon leans against it, on the verge of bursting out laughing. he knows he's in trouble and even more so if he decides to leave his studio.

the reason of your anger: while watching the choreography video, you noticed that jihoon was wearing a hoodie that was a little too familiar to you.

turns out he was the mysterious hoodie thief.

this is just something quick, i don't know if it's good enough, my brain is a little fried due to lack of sleep.

take good care of yourselves lovelies!

dark protector - TEASER

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “When I’m balls deep in your pussy, watching you writhe under me, listening to your pretty sounds- that will be the cherry on top of this birthday,” he explains. “Thank you for wanting to make me feel good, but- usually, baby, I like to be the giver.”

tw/cw. mentions of past relationship abuse/trauma/cheating, alcohol, bar fights, Cheol gets grazed with a knife, unprotected sex, dry humping, hand job, blow job, pussy eating, fingering, pleasure dom!Cheol, breast worship, dirty talk, praise, size kink/manhandling, multiple reader orgasms, groping, Cheol is a big muscled tattooed man, creampie, birthday sex, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 14.2k

🍭 aus. tattoo/motorcycle au, nurse!reader, soulmates, etc…

☀️ mlist + an.  The tarot deck used in the prologue is ‘The Wild Unknown Animal Spirit Guide Deck’ by Kim Krans. I had so much fun exploring a more spiritual-themed plot, the idea of soulmates and spirit guides and such :)

Seungcheol gives you the space to unwind. He doesn’t pester you with questions about the altercation with your ex at the bar, and you’re grateful for it.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asks finally.

You shake your head, your eyes dopping to his hands. “You’re hurt though.”

“Just bruised knuckles,” he assures you. 

“There’s blood,” you insist. “I’ll-”

“Tell me where your first aid kit is and I’ll grab it.” 

You direct him to the cupboard in your bathroom, and he returns with it, setting the case onto your coffee table. 

“How’s your shoulder?” you ask as you take out the tools you’ll need.

“Almost better, I heal fast,” he says softly.

It feels good to focus on his wounds rather than your own, and you gently clean the scrapes on his hand. His right fist is pretty badly bruised, and you do your best to treat it. Then you begin to slowly wrap his knuckles, taking your time. Two wraps around his wrist, diagonal across the top to his pinky, under the hand, to the pointer, diagonal- 

It’s a nice repetition of motions, and when you’re all done, you lift his hand to your lips, gently pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “All better.”

You look up at Seungcheol, and he stares back.

Then, he slowly moves in, carefully watching your expression. He stops just an inch from your lips, and you can feel his breath on your face. He’s waiting for you to make the final move, for you to be the one with control.

With one last look at your beautiful, dark protector, you close the distance.

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What are your thoughts on woozi dating someone he thinks is "out of his league" bc i think he's a natural softie and pursuing someone is him stepping way out of his comfort zone...

How i see it is He'd do things he wouldn't do just to woo that person or try seeking their attention ( something just told me the hoshi type of attention seeking but on an tamed level)

Also, why do i think that even if the person acts annoyed, he will push it just bc he likes them and shit 😭😭 he needs to stop screaming, lover boy, b4 i kiss his little forehead

Okay bye love you🎀

okokokok i think genuinely he’s the kind of person to not even pay attention to u unless he finds u interesting. like not in a rude way??? but he just genuinely finds it hard to socialize w ppl he has nothing in common with.

THAT BEING SAID. he is such a fucking simp when he does like someone. literally u say a single word to him n u can see him swooning hardcore. i don’t think he’d go Super out of his way to do anything to impress you,,, but just small things like sending u demos he’s proud of and also. send ing y ou gym pic s. FUCK. he would so do that but he’d feel weird abt it, or on the off chance he didn’t feel weird he’d do it to get your approval/attention.

i can’t really see him pushing it tho. like if you showed that you were annoyed w him bcs of this he might push it a little bit but if ur still upset he’d pull back and apologize so fast.

i made some simp jihoon texts bcs uh….. yeah.

9:28 pm

oh to sit beside jihoon while he plays the piano, every so often pressing down keys and making him laugh when he realizes you’re just playing twinkle twinkle little star in whatever key he’s playing in

then he asks what you think of a new piece he’s working on and he sings to you little snippets of it but he doesn’t have all the lyrics ready so some of it is just incoherent humming and nonsense in the form of a melody

so obviously you tell him it’s beautiful and he tells you “i sure hope it is, because it’s about you” and you laugh at him and ask how it can be about you when there’s no words

but then he tells you that he hears you in melodies, finds you in each piece of a chord, feels you when the melody finds resolution… when the melody comes home, because you’re his home

and you sit there and stare at him because what do you say to that? and for the first time, he’s not blushing, he’s not shying away from the weight of a declaration that big because if there are 2 things in this world he is sure of, it’s music and his love for you

hi! if you're still taking requests, may i request a baekhyun angst writing? i'll leave it up to you as long as it doesn't involve sickness or de*th :) thank youu~

a/n: hi, thank you for the request and your patience, as well as your support! i’m not the best angst writer and don’t really know how good or concise this is, so sorry for any mistakes. hope you like it 💕 (i’m also really bad at ending all of my stories so bear with me)

broken promises • bbh [req]

pairing: idol!baekhyun x f!reader

genre: angst

warnings: angst

“so this is it?” he asks, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him. his eyes shine with tears that he is trying not to let fall.

you shrug. “i cant keep doing this, baekhyun,” you sniff, wiping under your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. his eyes stay locked on the floor, as if a solution to fixing your relationship will spew from the carpet.

baekhyun can’t even remember how you two ended up here. one minute, he was walking in the door and the next you were telling him that you wanted to break up. his brain turned off after the word left your lips, and all he could hear was the echo of your voice in his head saying “i’m done”. “done” as in with him, with your relationship, with waiting on him, with waiting for him. simply just done, over it.

he tried to salvage it, begged you to see it through. tried to reason with you that he’d be better, he’d make more time for you, that he loved you. but he’d fallen short on so many of the promises of the past, that his words went in one ear and out the other for you.

you never wanted it to get to this point, but it started to feel inevitable. he was gone a lot—you knew that’d be the case when you agreed to be his girlfriend. you practically signed up for it. and it was fine, you could deal with it as long as he came back to you, and made time for you. he held up his end of the deal, coming right home to you once he was finished with his schedules, reserving time—days—just for you, turning off his phone and ignoring calls from his friends.

he did it all, until he stopped. he got comfortable—all it took was you saying it was fine that he saw some friends once, to let him forget about you completely. those days turned into mere hours turned into quick hellos and goodbyes. you lived alone half of the year, and it started to feel like he was just there to sleep on the days he was back from his schedules. there were barely any signs that he lived with you beyond his clothes in the closest. anyone could come over and assume that you lived alone, and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong.

you gave him the benefit of the doubt every time. you convinced yourself that he’d see you when he got the chance. but he never made time, so the opportunity never arose. it got to a point where you were lucky to even hold a conversation with him for longer than a few minutes.

bakehyun was a stranger in your house. it felt odd to even see him sit in the chair across from you. it’s probably the first time it’s ever been occupied by him.

“y/n, please,” he begs. he doesnt even know what he’s begging for—another chance, reconsideration? understanding?

you shake your head. “no, baekhyun. i cant be with you anymore,” a single tear falls out of his eye and drags down the length of his cheek, curving down his jaw before dropping onto the wood floor.

this day wasn’t supposed to happen. these words were never supposed to leave your mouth. and nothing could have ever prepared baekhyun for it, not even if it was telegrammed to him, or if the signs were always there.

baekhyun sniffs and finally lifts his head to look at you, and feels like crumpling all over again, because you’re no longer his. the woman across from him is now a stranger, somebody he once had and took for granted.

he wants so badly to touch you one last time, to hold and to kiss you to commit to memory. he needs something to hold onto, to remind himself it wasn’t always like this, but maybe it has been and he’s been too blind to see it. “i can be better,” he sniffs, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

you shake your head. you once had better, had the best from him. it’s hard to believe that he could ever be that same man again. “baekhyun, it’s over,” and it kills you to keep saying it, because every time the words leave your lips it becomes more real. your life with baekhyun is unfolding in the worst possible way.

it’s helpless now. any words he says will be like grasping at straws, and he’s run out. he’s run out of chances to make things better. and he’ll curse himself forever for losing the one thing in his life that meant the most, all because he couldn’t read the signs that were right in front of him.

DATING SEUNGCHEOL INCLUDES…. — sfw

• sugar daddy or boyfriend? (the answer is both.)

• the definition of a REAL MAN. no one has ever treated you with as much respect or given you as much love as seungcheol has.

• you're his pretty little passenger princess and he's your personal chauffeur.

• mom and dad of the group, duhhhh.

• he would drop anything and everything just to give you his undivided attention, no matter how important it is.

• yes. he would still love you if you were a worm.

• he would definitely give you his bank card without a second thought. it would also be linked to your phone, he insists on you using it always and would throw a fit when you don't.

• you would also give him your card at times and he always takes it without a fight, but would never use it.

• would take you out on dates in which you can dress up pretty and maybe dine at a fancy and EXPENSIVE restaurant. don't be fooled though. he also pays attention to the little things so if you're into books, he's taking you to a library themed restaurant. if you like animals, he's booking a ticket to orlando and ya'll are going to the rainforest cafe or something.

• you would never have to lift a finger ever again.

• he would wash your car, fill it up with gas, and take it to go get serviced without any complaints.

• he would burn down the world for you.

• he always puts you first. if he had to pick between you or the company (if they ever made him choose) he doesn't even need to think, it would be you every time.

• also your body guard ! any social gathering ya'll attend, he always has his eyes on you no matter how far away you are from him.

• times in which you do drive yourself, ya'll are definitely the type of couple to have life 360 on each other. he would text you saying to slow the fuck down if you're speeding.

• no matter how much you insist he goes to sleep and no matter how late you're getting home — it could be 4 in the morning, he will ALWAYS wait up for you.

• he has the habit of buying you anything you even slightly mention. he also pays close attention to the things you look at when out shopping together and they would show up delivered to your apartment the next day. he would take the heat from you, but still would continue to spend his money on you.

• when you have a bad day, he is already there with open arms ready to give you the biggest bear hug and shield you from the rest of the world.

• whenever you two go out together, he always has a hand on your back to guide you through crowds or just so everyone knows that you're off limits.

• if you ever lose during game nights with friends or really anywhere, he would do the penalties for you!

• he always makes sure you're on the inside when walking near a street.

• if you ever doubt yourself or feel insecure, prepare for a long serious conversation with lots of tears because he WILL NOT be having any of that. no. not when he thinks you're one of the most beautiful, talented, and honorable people he knows.

• you have never felt so safe and secure than when he's around.

• he will constantly be saying "i love you." definitely the type to call you back immediately if you forget to say it and hang up.

• he has a personal agenda out for revenge against anyone who hurts or disrespects you in any type of way.

• he will be your designated driver for not only you BUT your friends as well during girl's night out.

• he may be competitive, but when it comes to you, he would let you win just so he can see a smile on your face.

• says he CAN'T (won't because he's stubborn) fall asleep if he's not cuddling you.

• he becomes the softest most kindhearted person in the world when it comes to you.

• he gets jealous easily, but he trusts you with his whole heart so he doesn't dwell on it for too long.

• when it comes to arguing, no matter if he was in the right or wrong, he is always the first to apologize. definitely the type to get you chocolate, flowers, and ALWAYS gets you a teddy bear after.

• would make you sit on his back when doing pushups or would give you a piggy back ride when he is doing pull-ups !

• he LOVES when you wear his clothes. you would always find his shirts or hoodies on your side of the closet and be like "hmm, how did this get here?" ask your boyfriend.

• rarely ever calls you by your name. always calls you baby or something cute. he also insists that you don't call him seungcheol. he will pout if you do.

• definitely impressed your parents right off the bat. your family absolutely adores him and your parents treat him like a son.

• he would tease you by giving you a hug when he's all sweaty after practice.

• he INSISTS on picking you up EVERYDAY after work.

A tribute to jihoon's boobs pecs

The room was bathed in a warm, intimate glow, setting the perfect mood for the evening. Jihoon lay beneath you, his eyes half-lidded with desire, a soft flush spreading across his cheeks. You straddled his hips, your bodies moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm. The heat between you was palpable, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you.

As you rode him, you leaned forward, your hands sliding over his chest. Jihoon had always been sensitive there, and tonight, you felt a playful urge to tease him even more. Your fingers traced the contours of his pecs, feeling the firm muscle beneath the soft skin. You let your thumbs brush over his nipples, watching with satisfaction as he gasped, his body tensing beneath you.

"These are almost like boobs," you murmured teasingly, a playful grin on your lips. You knew how much he liked being teased, especially in moments like this when he was most vulnerable. "Such cute, sensitive boobs."

Jihoon let out a soft, breathy laugh, his eyes flashing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Don't say that," he protested weakly, but the way his body responded told you otherwise. His hands gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as you continued to tease him.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "But they are," you whispered, your voice low and sultry. "And I love playing with them." You punctuated your words by pinching his nipples gently, rolling them between your fingers. The sensation made him gasp, his hips bucking up into you, driving himself deeper inside.

Jihoon moaned, his head tipping back against the pillow. His eyes fluttered closed, and you could see the pleasure etched across his face. "You're so mean," he managed to say, but the way his body arched into your touch betrayed his enjoyment.

You chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. "You love it," you teased, your voice filled with affection. You continued to ride him, your pace increasing slightly, each movement eliciting a new moan from him. Your hands stayed on his chest, your fingers playing with his nipples, tweaking and pinching them in a way that made him squirm beneath you.

"You're so sensitive here," you murmured, your voice dripping with delight. "I love how responsive you are." You could feel the way his body tightened, each touch sending shivers through him. The look on his face, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability, was intoxicating.

Jihoon could only respond with a choked moan, his body trembling beneath you. His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly as if trying to ground himself in the overwhelming sensations. You continued your teasing, your hands never leaving his chest, reveling in the way his body responded to your touch.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms faded, you collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your cheek, a steady rhythm that mirrored your own. Jihoon's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

As you neared your climax, you leaned down again, your lips hovering just above his. "Come for me, Jihoon," you whispered, your voice a soft command. "I want to see you fall apart."

Your words were the final push he needed. With a strangled cry, Jihoon came, his body arching off the bed, his hands gripping your hips so tightly it almost hurt. The sight of him, lost in the throes of pleasure, sent you over the edge as well, your own release washing over you in waves.

"That was... intense," he murmured, his voice still tinged with the afterglow of pleasure. There was a soft, contented smile on his lips, his eyes shining with affection.

You smiled back, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "You're amazing," you whispered, your voice filled with love. "I love teasing you, but I love how you respond even more."

Jihoon chuckled softly, his arms tightening around you. "I think you enjoy teasing me too much," he teased, but his voice was warm and affectionate. "But I can't complain."

You both lay there for a while, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace. The teasing, the playful banter, the shared moments of vulnerability—it all deepened the bond you shared, making every moment together feel even more special. And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that this playful dynamic was one of the many things that made your relationship so unique and fulfilling.

Lancelot every time another random female tells him they're either destined to be together or that they've created a fake alternate reality where he's basically a fictional sex slave (he's gay):

thinking about bf!jaemin who holds eye contact whenever you’re speaking and smiles when you look away flustered.

“can you not stare at me like that?” you look down at your hands with a slight blush on your cheeks.

“like what?”

after not hearing a response, he bends a bit to meet your eye. you peek up a bit before looking back down.

“do i make you nervous, baby?”

“jaemin” you whine, hiding your face with your hands.

“you’re so cute when you’re flustered”

Moodbooster

"Your boyfriend always manages to lift your mood, even on your period."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: slice of Life!AU, established relationship!AU, Fluff

Warnings: OC is on her period rip to her ✊🏻😔, she has cramps but yoongi boongie is there to rescue her, he is the bestest and sweetest and cutest boyfie ever <3

Wordcount: 806

a/n: a drabble by me that is actual drabble length? 😱 yeah i can't believe it either lmaoo. also, i'm still on my period and i miss yoongi so that's why this was born. enjoy besties, i miss him so much 🖤

Yoongi knows that you aren’t feeling well today. He has a sense for it. When you are having a bad day, Yoongi gets a heavy lump in his stomach. Not because of fear that you would snap at him, but because he can sense your unease. And when he senses it, he has to do everything in his power to at least lessen it a little bit. 

You are locked up in one of the windowless sitting rooms because the summer sun can’t enter and therefore heat up the room. 

Yoongi knocks, listening for your very grumbly “come in” before entering. 

You are on the sofa in nothing but shorts, not bothering to cover your naked chest when he enters.

“Are you that hot?” he asks, brushing his eyes over your chest briefly.

You nod your head and groan. 

“I hate having my period in summer. It feels like actual torture.” 

“I hear you, princess”, Yoongi says, hurrying to you to sit next to you. 

“I already feel like I’m boiling on normal period days, but summer period days feel like literal hell. If I could peel off my skin to cool off, I would.” 

“This sucks a lot, my love.”

“Yeah and I sweat like a waterfall. I don’t know if my soaked pants are sweat or my pad leaking. Do you even know how nasty I smell?” 

“No, you don’t. You smell good.”

“Thanks but also urgh. I have a cramp to make it even worse. And I want to eat six tons of sugar, I’m going insane.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement and lifts his hand to hover it over your stomach.

“Can I?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Yoongi places his hand down as flat as possible, giving your cramping stomach warmth this way. He rubs the smallest circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure. 

“Wow, so warm”, you sigh happily, shivering from the touch.

“Does this help?”

“Yes, so much”, you gush, sounding a lot happier than before. You even speak in a softer voice. 

“Then I’ll do that for a while.”

“Yes, thankies. Wow Boongie, you have the perfect hands. They’re like warm water bottles but better.”

He smiles at you. He doesn’t mind when you complain and therefore use a harsher voice, but he has to admit that he prefers your happy voice. You get a sort of soft-spokeness about it and only really use it when he pampers you just right. It makes Yoongi feel really soft and cozy as well because the atmosphere, you and he create in these moments, is always very calming. Maybe that is why he loves pampering you so much. Or maybe he loves it because he loves to see you happy. 

You huff out air.

“Sorry for ranting.”

“Don’t apologise, princess. That’s what I’m here for. That and tummy rubs”, he says, giving your stomach a little rub.

You giggle. Yoongi soaks up the sound until it is burned into his memories. 

“I love your tummy rubs so much”, you say and shift a little, “I think they’re working too well though. I literally just felt it come out of me.”

“Wonderful”, Yoongi says, pulling a face of comradery disgust.

“I think I need to go change.”

“Alright. Do you still have enough? I can pop down to the store if you need more.”

You stop in the doorway, “really?” 

“Of course, princess.”

“And you…could get snacks too?”

“Anything you need.” 

“Even everything sweet ever?”

“Of course.”

You lower your eyes shyly, “then maybe I need more. The strongest ones and the ones for sleep. The really thick ones.”

Yoongi gets up, closing the distance to you.

“Understood”, he pecks your cheek, rubbing your tummy one last time, “text me if you think of anything else.”

“I will. Thank you so much, Boongie.”

“Anytime, love.”

Yoongi manages to go as far as one step out of the room before you pull him back by his hand. He turns with a fond and curious look in his pretty eyes.

“Yes, princess?”

You lean in for a kiss to his lips, eliciting a purr from him. He smiles, rubbing your lower back.

“That was nice”, he whispers.

“It’s a kiss full of love.”

“Mhm.” He pecks you. “I love you too, my princess.”

You step back, “okay, you can leave now. Sorry for keeping you.”

“Don’t apologise. You can always keep me if that’s how you do it”, he flirts, giving you a playful little grin before he turns to really leave.  

And while Yoongi leaves to fulfill your wishes, you waddle to the toilet to change. Seriously, if you didn’t have such an amazing boyfriend by your side, this period would suck. With him, it only sucks when he isn’t here. Once he is back from the store, you will give him the biggest smooch ever.

PARK JIHOON BF TEXTS

genre. fluff. crack. smau warnings. none. pairing. park jihoon x fem!reader. a/n. the pics might be rly messed up i tried my best but its less than ideal 💀

↳ misc taglist (let's be real, it's more like park jihoon taglist): @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @edensgardenn

DISTRACTIONS

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. jihoon x fem!reader. wc. 941. a/n. so... that pic made me just a little delusional, huh?

“Stop, baby, I’m about to get a highscore-“ Jihoon muttered, eyes entirely focused on the game displayed on his phone. He was tapping with his fingers, controlling the small fighter to shoot at his opponents. You didn’t mind your boyfriend playing video games, you knew it was a stress reliever for him, but you wanted his attention so badly at the moment and weren’t particularly happy about a video gaming winning over you for his affection.

If you had counted correctly, it had been 8 days since you had last kissed Jihoon properly. He had been busy and tired while filming his new drama, so quick pecks before he left in the morning were all you had been getting for the last couple days. It was finally his day off today, and while you were overjoyed to be able to cuddle in his lap after so long— the lack of proper attention was starting to frustrate you.

Was the video game really better than his girlfriend?

You had been thinking of the perfect counter tactic to get back Jihoon’s attention as you sat, curled up in his lap. There was one thing that should be foolproof: kisses. If you reminded Jihoon of what he had been missing out on for the past several days, eventually he would realize that he’d much rather spend his time kissing his lovely girlfriend than playing some dumb shooting game.

You had started 2 minutes ago, conservatively kissing the back of his hand just to test out the waters. You didn’t get much of a reaction from that, just a subtle smile that might as well have been from the game. You started to get a little more daring as your patience ran thin, pressing multiple kisses to his cheek which seemed to distract him enough to protest. 

“Stop, baby, I’m about to get a highscore-“ 

You contemplated just waiting for him to stop playing on his own, or at least finish the round since he was so close to beating his personal record. But that thought vanished after about 2 seconds, and you proceeded to kiss his cheek again and scold your brain for the silly thought. 

Patience wasn’t the answer for this situation. Or, at least it wasn’t the answer that you liked. It wasn’t like you were harming him— in fact, it was known that Jihoon was more addicted to kisses than you in the relationship. Besides, you had already been patient for over a week. And now Jihoon’s pretty lips were right in front of you. There was no reason why you should hold back.

He dug his head further into the hood of his hoodie to try to make it harder for you to access face. Though he was subtle with it, you still caught onto his every move. The fact that he was now actively trying to evade you excited you, because it meant he was close to breaking. 

Though his face was now unobtainable to you, with a little craning of your head, you managed to access his neck to give him yet another kiss. This is what finally got him to break. You watched in satisfaction as he switched off his phone, still 2 minutes away from finishing his round.

“You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?” He muttered, giving you a knowing look, though his lips were lifting into a small smile.

“How else was I supposed to get your attention off the game?” You asked with a giggle.

“I lost the game because of you.” He whispered, pulling you closer to his chest by your hips and giving you his first kiss, one on the cheek.

“Are you mad about it?” 

“Mmh, I’m very upset, baby.” He said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“You don’t seem very upset, though?” You caught onto his lie with a smile, and kissed his nose softly. He scrunched it up in response and pressed his lips together stubbornly. 

He didn’t say anything else, silently admitting that he wasn’t really mad at all. His hand slid up to your cheek and he gently pulled your face closer to his, meeting his soft lips with yours after what had felt like an eternity. He let the kiss last long enough to satisfy both of you, and by the time he pulled away, you were both slightly out of breath.

You frowned despite the butterflies that he had summoned in your stomach, “Did you film kiss scenes for the drama?”

His eyes widened slightly, “No! No. There’s no kissing in this drama.” He quickly defended.

You raised an eyebrow in skepticism, “It’s a fantasy romance drama, Jihoon.”

His lips formed an ‘o’ shape as his brain quickly thought of his next lie, “It was a stunt double that filmed those scenes.” 

You laughed at his awful attempt at pretending like he was innocent. Teasing your boyfriend never failed to entertain you. You were perfectly confident in your boyfriend’s loyalty to you, and were quite sure that every on screen kiss was only acting and nothing else, but you still loved to bring it up every once and a while.

“Does she kiss as well as I do?” You asked finally, biting back a amused smile.

“Not even close.” He responded, and you could feel the sincerity from his shiny eyes.

“Just making sure.” You smiled, leaning down to reconnect your lips again. Jihoon was like a dream to kiss. His lips were soft and gentle, and each time he pressed them to yours you felt your heart swell. Each kiss was like a soft reminder of how much you loved him.

↳ misc taglist (let's be real, it's more like park jihoon taglist): @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

— right where you'd left him, choi seungcheol.

angst | 365

five years. five whole years. that's exactly how long you've been out of seungcheol's life — physically, because to him you'll never not be a part of it. not when he's exactly where you'd left him all those years ago.

he'd refused to move out of the house he shared with you, refused to get rid of the bed you used to sleep in with him right next to you and refused to throw out your blanket that you'd forgotten to take with you the night you stormed out after packing up your stuff in a haste.

despite all the advice from his friends, he'd always thought you'd come back eventually and mend the hole you'd left in his heart. all these years, he'd held on to that belief so tightly like it was the only thing that was keeping him going. but that won't be possible anymore. not when you'd clearly moved on without him.

against his own better judgment, he still kept up with your life updates regularly whether it was through social media or your mutual friends. usually the former because his friends know better than to talk about you in front of him.

claiming he just wanted to know how you were doing was clearly just an excuse for him to keep up with what seems to be his addiction to you. he knew better than anyone that this wasn't good for him because it kills him to know that you were better off without him. it kills him to know that he couldn't give you what you wanted and there's someone else out there that could and you've now found that someone. everything he's seen of you since you've left him only pushed him down further into his despair.

he'd lost his chance. he'd lost you.

time heals all wounds. he scoffs at the thought not only because he'd lost count of how many times he's had to hear this saying in the past five years but also at how ridiculous it is to him. how can time heal his wounds when it had stopped for him the moment you walked out of his life and kept moving forward for you?

[ 2:24 am ] - cheol

“baby,” he lets out a long whine, reaching an arm out to you as you move out from the covers. you hum in acknowledgement as you plant your feet on the ground, pushing yourself up to stand and begin the journey to your shared bathroom. “where are you going?” the pout can be heard in his voice. you let out a breathy chuckle just envisioning his bottom lip jutted out, silently begging for you to crawl back into his warm arms.

“the bathroom, cheol,” you mumble. your bladder has managed to wake you from a deep sleep and tear you from your lover’s embrace. you drag your feet along the carpeted floor, reaching your hand out to push the door open when you hear shuffling behind you. before you’re able to reach the safety of your bathroom seungcheol has you wrapped up in his arms, resting his chin in the crook of your neck.

“come back to bed, i miss you” seungcheol grumbles. you can feel his lashes brush against your neck as his eyes struggle to stay open.

“i’ll be right back, i just have to go,” you try wriggling out of his grasp. seungcheol’s arms grow tighter around your midsection as he nuzzles deeper into you.

“so you hate me and want to break up, huh” he asks, heaving a deep sigh. you let out a soft giggle at the theatrics of it all before rolling your eyes and managing to turn yourself in his hold, wrapping your arms around him in return.

“keep squeezing me like that and it’ll be you that hates me, baby”