9:28 Pm

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

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.

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.

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):

— 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?