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Okay, but the recent video Atz posted on instagram got me thinking…

Imagine Yunho, Seonghwa and Mingi, all of them dolled up in their expensive suits having just come back from an after party, having celebrated some new investments. You, their sweet girlfriend, was not feeling well, so you didn’t attend. But man how you wished you did when you saw them all stumbling through the front door with loosened ties and bunny ears perfectly perched on top of their heads.

They looked absolutely delicious.

It didn’t take long for them to start pampering you, kissing every part of exposed skin they could get to. The smell of alcohol and expensive cologne makes your head spin. All the boys quickly became obsessed with the idea of getting you to cum. A mission to fuck you until you pass out. Breed you like some pack of crazed rabbits. You were naked within seconds but the boys kept on their attire, only pushing their slacks far enough so they could pull their cocks out.

Mingi would be laying spread wide, on the couch with your lips wrapped perfectly around his thick shaft while Seonghwa sucked on your clit and Yunho thrusted his fingers, knuckles deep inside you. Your fingers were tightly wrapped around Mingi’s tie, tugging as you and feeling your tummy tingle and twist. You came three times before the boys were willing to change position. And when they did, your hands were clutching the cushions around your head while Seonghwa had your legs over his shoulders, bottoming you out. The way the bunny ears flopped in front of his face with his long black hair sticking to his forehead made you whimper and the fact Yunho was trying his best to distract you by sucking harshly on your breasts.

Mingi was sitting on one of the love seats watching the whole ordeal with his cock tightly in his grip. Everything was so overwhelming, too the point you were becoming a babbling mess. “Bunny…”

“What was that Baby?” Yunho sat up, glancing quickly at how Seonghwa thrusted slowly into you before looking back at your scrunched-up expression.

“Bunnies.” You repeated, moving your hand up to tug his ears slightly, patting his head. He had to laugh, Seonghwa then joining in with a sinister smirk attached to his growl.

“Yes, baby. We are your bunnies. And guess what...” He leaned down, moving your legs to wrap his waist so he could kiss along the shell of your ear “Bunnies like to breed. So hold on tight.”

And you did just that.

♡ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 | 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡

【Synopsis】 : It's been so long since you've seen your boys. And when the youngest comes knocking on your door, the new life you had only just managed to build comes crashing down.

『Word count』 :  4.8k

-> Genre: Mafia au. Angst. Fluff.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Ot8 Ateez x Reader

[Warnings] : lots of heart ache. The reader is beside herself a lot. Blood. Gore. Death. Torture. Reader gets kidnapped. Tears. Hugging. Lots of cry. Grovelling (we stan a good grovel). And yeah, lots of angst but fluffy at the end. Kissing. Mingi got a dirty mind. Whoops.

Note: uh, so hi. Ahha It's been a while... I finally decided to actually finish the alt ending of this fic. I've had people ask for more, and I honestly forgot about it. But then i saw someone send in THIS request, and it made me want to finish this. So this can be read as a stand-alone. But if you want to read part 1 and the other ending. Go ahead, otherwise enjoyyyyy ♡

Part one | Other Ending

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You were alone. Wandering through life with nothing to hold onto. You were going underwater, and no one was around to help you above the heavy waves. You were numb. Heartbreak ridding you of happiness… Or so you thought.

Through a bottle or two... Maybe three or four. You found at the end of it. You were just as unhappy as you were before you took the first sip. You needed a change. A change of scenery. A change of personality. A completely new life. So there you were two towns over. Maybe not a whole country away from the old you, but this was just as good. A new apartment. New job. Architectural design. You enjoyed it, so dearly. It became something that kept you going. That kept you waking up. You were fighting for a glimpse of happiness in mornings that were still hard, and nights were just as restless as ever.

You were alone. Yes. But you tried.

It's been two whole years. You think you’d forgotten everything by now. But the biggest, deepest pain didn’t seem to heal as quickly as everyone says it does. Fucking Liars…

You were having a break from your long hours of sketching a new mansion floor plan, a private owner wanted it done within the week and for a heavy price and as much as it was a distraction you couldn't help but think how the design the private buyer seemed to want a floor plan that resembled something that one of your old lovers would have loved. The vintage vibe with a green and gold theme matched Mingi and Yunho perfectly. Your brain almost thought maybe they were the private buyer. But why would they go to you after what you had ‘apparently done’ to them? Before you could dwell on the idea anymore, the sound of your doorbell broke your gaze from the large sketch in front of you.

You question why someone would be visiting you at this hour, given that most of your clients would email you beforehand and your ‘friends’ would text. So, who could possibly be at your door? Your heart thumped strangely as if your body knew who was beyond the large oak before you. A ball started to form at the base of your throat. Was this anxiousness you were feeling? Gripping the silver handle, you creek the door open slowly, and when your gaze met the other person you feel your heart stop. 

“Hi…”

You looked at the man with a dumbfounded expression, tilting your head in confusion. Hi? After all these years, hi is what he starts with. What does he take you for? A hopeless woman needing a man to catch her when she falls?

You go to shut the door without a second thought, but he catches it in his strong arms. The same arms that used to hold you. Shield you from all the danger―no stop you didn’t need them when you were completely broken and you most certainly don’t need them now.

“Please let me explain. Honey, I just…” He was scrambling to find his words, his breath catching his throat like he was running a marathon prior to this interaction. “I wanted to see you…tell you.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Jongho.” You finally spoke, silently yelling at yourself for sounding so shaky in your voice when you wanted to be mad, tone-deaf, blunt. But here you are, wanting to cry cause of the anger surging through you. Why must you always cry when you get mad. “You don’t get to come here after almost two fucking years, call me honey and tell me how much you miss me and think I’ll just fall back into your arms as if nothing happened.”

“T-that’s not what I want nor expect from you. I just want―I don’t care what you want. Now get off my porch.” You cut him off, slamming the door in his face before breaking down the minute you heard the latch click. Your legs buckle, sliding down the door before your knees hit the ground, sobbing into your hands. Your heart was breaking all over again, just like the night you left. You wanted nothing more than to run after him, beg him to hold you. But you couldn’t. They hurt you so much. How do you even begin to forgive them for what happened all those years ago?

-

Through the next months, you kept receiving letters, flowers, and gift boxes. Even teddy bears. Why would they give you teddy bears? You think they would have known you from being with them for so long. Throwing yet another soft plush toy on the ever-growing pile that sat in your office. You were beginning to become sick of it. You thought after you yelled at Jongho, he and the others would have gotten the hint, but you guess being dumped by eight mob bosses wasn’t as easy as you thought.

Sighing, you click your tongue, looking at the stack of letters you have yet to burn. You can’t even be bothered to open them, not wanting to even listen to anything they might have to say. But another part of you was curious. Maybe one letter couldn’t hurt, right? Reaching for the one on the top, your fingers grasp the small paper. It’s rough against your skin. Like the paper was made from a poor-quality tree. Odd? Why would your ex-lovers gift you such cheap gifts? Not that you were expecting high-priced gifts, but they had enough money to buy half the world, so you think them getting something with a heavier price tag wouldn’t matter. Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t adding up. 

But before you could think of anything else, a loud, almost anger-filled knock comes from the front door. Your body was suddenly on high alert. Goosebumps erode all over your skin as a sickening feeling clouds your head. Grabbing your letter opener―just in case―you walk slowly towards the noise. Thoughts ran through your head in time with the beats of your racing heart. You knew walking towards the suspicious noise was a bad idea, but what else could you do? Whoever was there would know you were home by the lights being on or how your car is parked in the driveway. You couldn’t just pretend you weren’t home, no matter how hard you wanted to try. 

Your fingers graze the door handle, feeling your breath hitch. You twist it slowly until you hear the creek of the door hinges swing inwards. You brace yourself for whoever it was, but what you are met with confused you. The porch was empty?

No one in sight…

But you certainly heard a loud knock. You were going crazy… were you? You huff, straightening up, feeling relief wash over you. Maybe it was some kids pranking the neighbours again, and you were their target for the day. Who knows. You click the door closed, but you lock it this time because even though you see no threat, you wanted to be sure. Entering your office again you walk over to the letters in order to continue what you were doing but when your eyes gaze over the pieces of paper you notice the one you were going to open wasn’t on the table. Where did you go? You thought, placing the letter opener on the table so you could place your hand on the edge of the oak desk so you could look under it. You looked everywhere and couldn’t seem to find it. It was like it had vanished. But…was that a flash? Something caught your eye.

Looking at the teddy bears, you see the letter sitting in the lap of one of the plushies. Tilting your head you notice a little red flash like as if there was a recor―Your eyes snap open stumbling back slightly before turning to run but your body is met with a very broad object and then before you can get any baring on what or who was in behind of you, everything went black.

-

It was like the world was spinning, your head pinging with an aching pain from the left side of your skull. You tried to open your eyes and look around, but you quickly figured out you were blindfolded and bound to what seemed to be a chair. Typical. Why is it that whenever someone gets kidnapped, they get tied to an old wooden chair? Why couldn’t it be a couch or one of those soft deck chairs? You could hear some scampering around you, three, maybe four people had entered the room you were in. You can smell their shitty cheap cologne that they most likely think bend women at the knees. You knew what kind of people they were before even seeing them. 

“Well well. Looks like my men have caught a pretty mouse of us to play with.” The heavy voice echoed around the room, hinting to you that you were most likely in an open area. A warehouse, maybe? “You are gonna be my ticket to freedom songbird.” 

You had to cringe at the pet name that fell from his lips. The name you were known as in the mafia world. More specifically, Ateez’s Songbird. You tried to sit still, hoping to show a fraudulent sense of confidence, but in reality, you were petrified. You no longer had the eight men you loved dearly to save you. Then again, you had no one to save you. Most of your friends lived out of town and wouldn’t even come to the rescue if you begged. You were alone with these men. Blindfolded and at their will. The man you assume was talking before lifted your blindfold off, seeing your eyes suddenly gaze upon the piercing light from the headlamp above you. You can see your suspicions were correct, four men ranging from sizable jock build to more lean ones but in the end, they were all ghastly, staring you down as if you were nothing more than a piece of meat.

“I want to know where Ateez is….” The grunt that escaped from the immoral male smelled of booze and low-quality cigars. His eyes were painted his redness, as if he hadn't slept in days, weeks even. He was boarding insanity at this rate by his expression. “Well come on, I know you know where they are, and to be blunt, I need them dead. You know business and all.” He rambles, walking around your figure while you sit there listening to his utter bullshit. His words remind you of when a villain in the story starts blabbering to the captor about how they needed to defeat the hero in order to take over the world. But in this case, both sides are just as villainous as each other, and the “world” that’s referenced is stocks… weapons, contraband, drugs, money. The list goes on and on.

“Why are you so quiet, Songbird? Protecting your lovers?” 

Now that one made you laugh, shaking your head in annoyance. Argh, what you would give to be home with a strong whiskey in hand right now. Your reaction sent a shocked expression to the disgusting man's face. He expected you to plea, beg for him to not hurt Ateez, to not hurt the loves of your life and yet here you sit, laughing right in his face like he had just said the most entertaining thing to you.

“I don’t know where they are.” You finally spoke, a sadistic smile painted your face. To never backed down from his gaze, almost trying to intimidate him with your blazed stare. “Why would I know, or care where they are? They don’t care about me.”

His paced. Fuck. He thought. Did his men really just kidnap you for no reason? He was going to shoot someone for this. He began to sweat, you were his only hope of getting the men he hates, attention. And now you were useless. His hand raked through his hair, coming down to scratch the stubble on his chin. What is he going to do with you now? Looking back at you his eyes slid down your body from head to toe, as if he was a predator sizing up his prey. You felt a sudden uneasiness. Maybe telling the man that held your life in his hand you were useless, wasn’t your greatest idea.

He moved away, whispering to one of his men before he sent him off, turning back to you straight after. He stepped one foot in front of the other in a slow and formed way, as if he had come up with the best plan in history. His devious smile brought a lump in your throat and the way he leaned down in front of you, placing both hands on the chair arms so he was face to face with you. “Well, little dove. We can find other uses for you, hmm?”

An idea popped into your head, and maybe it was your hotheadedness or your sheer stubbornness to do things out of spite. Bringing your body back slacked against the chair frame, you watched as his smirk grew, thinking he had finally managed to scare you, but before he could react, you whipped your head forward. Your forehead smashes against his nose with a sickening crack, and a blood-curtailing scream follows. The man gripped his nose with a sharp hiss. You could see blood pouring down like a waterfall from his nose, spilling all over his clothes and floor. Your blurred vision and ache in your skull doesn’t last long as you shake your head. You can see his men crowding around him to see if he is okay.

“Bitch!” He swore, standing up straight from his crouched position to stomp over to you and slap you clean in your face, making you and the chair fall over, smacking your side against the concrete. You can feel your wrist twist before popping out of place from the impact. Your elbow scraped against the harsh floor along with your arm, making you feel the sensation of your blood escaping through the broken skin. A cut on the top of your head also spilled some blood onto the floor making a headache begin to form. Maybe this wasn’t your best idea.

“Get the kit. I wanna teach this whore a lesson.” He spat out some blood that spilled into his mouth from his nose.

“whore? I thought it was bitch? Or as it little dove?” you need to shut your mouth but you choose to keep pushing his buttons. Idiot. He kicked you square in the gut making you hitch your breath before almost coughing up a lung at the pain. Your watered eyes could now barely see as you tried to blink the tears away. You spot out the corner of your eye a bag of what you could only guess, torture tools. Great, now you really fucked up.

-

You had passed out at least two or three times, and every time, you were woken up by ice-cold water to the face. The temperature of the water stung your opened wounds and burned at your hot red flesh. Time was absent to you, not knowing how long you’d been sitting, tied to the comfortable chair. God, your limbs were gonna ache once you were able to get out. that’s if you get out. 

Maybe you will die here. The irony. Dying in a place of crime in a life of anguish when you so desperately tried to run from it. To try so hard to clean up and forget the darkness that lingered in your past. But in truth, you missed. As sicken as it sounded. You missed the violence, the thrill, the wealth and power. You missed being feared by your enemies and adored by your lovers. Call you sadistic for finding nostalgia in torture, but it was true. Even if you were the one who was currently being hurt, you couldn’t help but smile weakly.

“I found her!!” A muffled voice and sounds of gunshots echoed around you. But you were so dazed you couldn’t seem to pinpoint the noise. Your eyes were fuzzed, and blood tainted your view. Everything was happening so fast until you saw the stillness.

“Y-yuyu?” Your eyes glossed, seeing a blurred figure that resembled Yunho. But it couldn’t be him, could it? You must be dreaming, finally getting ready to leave this plane, but why would your guardian angel look like Yunho?

“I’ve got you, baby. Hold on.” You had already passed out for the final time before you would hear another word slip from your ex-lover's mouth. His rough hands gripped the rope that bounded your hands, cutting it away with his pocket knife. He snaked his arm under your legs and on your lower back, picking you up from the old wooden chair with ease. Your blood had pooled on the floor and now trailed behind Yunho as he jogged with you in his arms. His suit was now tainted red from you, but he couldn’t care less. The only thing on his mind was getting you to safety and maybe killing some assholes along the way. 

-

To say you couldn’t explain the pain surging through your body was correct. You had never experienced such torture before, and man, you were definitely regretting some of the stupid shit you had said to the low-life mob boss earlier. Your vision was still so blurred, and your head was ringing. You could faintly see a bedside with a clock on it. But the face was dark like it was unplugged. You know this place. You remembered the smell of vanilla and pine. You remembered the dark spruce bed frame and emerald forest green bed sheets. You weren’t thinking when you started to snuggle into the bedding, inhaling the comforting scent.

You missed his smell. You missed being in this bed. God, you didn’t realize how much you missed them. You wanted to be strong. You didn’t want them, didn’t want to forgive them. But the comfort…. tears were falling from your cheeks onto the silk pillow. You were sobbing, and your mind was beside itself. One part screaming at you, telling you to suck it up and leave. But on the other side, you were so tired. So, so…tired…. and all you wanted was your boys. 

“Sugar…” You froze, hearing the man that belonged to the bedroom. His deep voice, velvet and smooth. You could hear a crack in it like he had been in tears prior. You didn’t move, frozen with fear, because you knew if you looked at him in those beautiful brown eyes, you would be done for. “Baby, are you awake?”

He knew you were, but he didn’t want to approach you without knowing if it was okay. He knew by the way you looked at them last time you saw them that you had feared them. Something he never wanted to see in your beautiful innocent gaze. Torment that he and the others caused. He would never forgive himself, so he understood if you never did either. “I want to go home…”

You didn’t know what else to say. So god damned scared to stay cause if you did, you might not leave. And you couldn’t do that. What they put you through. You couldn’t possibly begin a relationship with them again… right? “Mingi, please take me home…” you felt so small calling for him, you didn’t want to be surrounded by his scent but at the same time, you didn’t so much as budge from the covers. You didn’t want him to be near you, but yet when he sat down on the edge of the bed, your body was screaming to be held by him. Everything was so messed up. Why did it have to end up like this? Why was this your ending with them?

Mingi couldn’t find his wording, his hand coming up to your covered shoulders, putting a firm but gentle touch on it. He wanted nothing more than to hold you, kiss you. Make love to you while repeating how sorry he was over and over while he caused you to come over and over. “I missed you…” His voice cracked. “We all have…” better now than never to explain himself, right? “After the first couple of weeks, we found out that those pictures were faked. A way to manipulate us into crumbling our empire. They thought if they could put us all at each other's throats. I guess they won…”

“How did you find they were fake?” You asked in a whisper, keeping your face covered with the bed sheet. 

“Another anonymous tip went off that San was ‘sneaking’ around with some guy. But Wooyoung was quick to debunk it cause San was with him that whole week. So we quickly found out that this was a ploy to rip us all apart… which worked.” Mingi regretted every word he spoke. They managed to find out San was innocent quicker than you. San was lucky he had an alibi, though unlike you, that was away without their knowledge, just trying to buy a gift for your anniversary... god, they were so stupid...

“It...Worked?” You were confused about that since it only caused you to leave. From your knowledge, the boys were all still together? Mingi sighed, standing up, which caused you to peek out from your hiding spot to see him pouring a whiskey from the small bar in the corner of the room. Before downing the amber-coloured liquor.

“Seonghwa and Hongjoong became obsessed with work. They’ve become biter…” He took another shot of the harsh liquor. “Cruel… The number of people they’ve put in the dungeons just from looking in their direction wrong.”

You felt sick, flashes of them yelling at you, cursing you. The image of them with that anger plus a gun. You felt sorry for any of the suckers that were unlucky enough to gaze at them wrong. You tangled your fingers into the soft sheets, playing with the velvet fabric. You note how the hand that had popped out earlier was still slightly swollen and numb, making you barely able to feel the fabric on your right fingertips. “W-What about the others…”

“Jongho spent most of his time looking for you. Spying on you. Seeing all the achievements you have made.” He sounded proud of you for a moment like he sought knowledge of your life from the youngest. “Yeosang drove himself into his computer work, taking on small tasks in the outer parts of the city. If we hadn’t said we brought you home, he would have still been hiding somewhere.” He flicked his hand in the air, scoffing slightly.

“San and Wooyoung changed the most when you left. They became lost without you, distant… different. Like the sunshine was ripped from their life, and darkness consumed them.”

He took a seat at the end of the bed again. You had sat up, crossing your legs, eyeing his figure. He has gotten bigger than the last time you’ve seen him. He’s bulked up, and from what your memory could recall, Yunho was bigger as well. The way his arms felt being around you as he carried you to safety were definitely bulkier. “And what about you? Yunho?”

He huffed, glancing up at you. His hand was so close to your covered legs. So close yet so far. “Yunho and I are…fine. We missed you.”

You knew fine meant they were both struggling just as much as the others. You shifted, moving a little closer to him. Your heart was still aching, but your body was craving to feel some warmth. and at this point, you were so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of running. Tired of anyone telling you who or how to live your life? who cares if you run back to your exes? Who cared if you decided you move back with them? It’s not like you have friends or family that would tell you otherwise. All you had was them. Eight cruel mob bosses who would do anything for you and who were scared when they thought you had betrayed them. “I missed you too.”

His wide, glossy eyes snapped to yours. Like he had just heard someone spill the secret to life itself. His mouth went dry, a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to spill his guts about how much he missed your smile and missed your laugh. Missed the way you would tease him for being too clingy, but yet you were just as clingy in the next breath. He missed the way your body would melt against his on cold nights, searching for warmth. Or how you would fit so perfectly around his….

“Min…You mind is wondering…” You knew his tells, and you knew he was sinking into his mind. 

“I uh…I’m just trying to find the words to say I’m sorry without it sounding like it was an excuse.”

“I believe you’re sorry, mingi. I believe you are all sorry. It doesn’t change or fix what happened. And it’s going to take time for me to trust you all again. But…” You leaned over, placing your hand on his shaking thigh. “I do forgive you.”

He broke.

“We don’t deserve your forgiveness. We don’t deserve you…” Tears were falling down his red cheeks, making you jump to wipe each one away without a second thought. You hadn’t realized how close you were until you noted the smell of the whiskey on his breath and the warmth of his body radiating to yours.

“You might not deserve me. But who is here to tell me to stay away…” he gave you a smile. You didn’t want to forgive him or the others fully per se, but you did want this push-and-pull game. This cruel twisted game of forbidden love. 

“The others are going to want to see you…” He spoke cautiously, afraid you might recoil away from him if he spoke too loudly. You just sighed, lowering your hands into your lap once again, sitting back. You could feel your wounds with every movement, but it wasn’t as painful as before. They must have given you some painkillers prior to when you were passed out. You were about to speak when a sudden thud was heard, quickly followed by a bunch of hushed whispers. You couldn’t help but smirk at the childishness, for angry mafia kings they sure know how to act like goofballs.

“They’re outside aren’t they?” You cocked your brow, giving Mingi a simple straight expression. He just rubbed the back of his neck with a small whisper of, ‘Sorry.’

You rolled your eyes, telling him to let them in. Your heart might have been racing faster than a race car, but you tried to hide the growing anxiousness with a plain expression. You were going to hear them all out. You were going to hug San and Wooyoung as they sobbed on the end of your bed with mumblers of ‘I’m sorry.’ over and over again. You were going to give Yeosang a knowing look, so he knew that his silence was accepted and that you weren’t mad. You were going to thank Yunho for saving you, and he was going to kiss your palm as you held his cheek briefly.

And you were going to cry.

Sob at how Hongjoong sat on his knees, grovelling for your forgiveness and pleading how he was so messed up for not believing you. You’d all cry seeing the leader so vulnerable. And Seonghwa. Your darling, hwa… you would see such sorrow in his eyes. But you would let him kiss your cheek, hold you for a moment. Let him have you for a moment while you get your mind into check.

This was not a redemption. This was not forgetting. But a new chance.

Not a new chapter but a new book entirely.

You were going to grow, do your own thing. Be with them while you find yourself. And maybe, just maybe. You’d take Jongho’s offer all those years ago…and finally say yes…

— ♡

♡ 𝐌𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐇𝐰𝐚 ♡

【Synopsis】 : You haven't seen your friends in years given you had been overseas studying. Now that you're back, you've noticed how much they've all grown. And what better to celebrate your return than an innocent party.

『Word count』 : 6.66k

-> Genre: Smut. Dark Romance.   

Pairing: Childhood friends!SanHwa x Female!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Alcohol. Cnc themes. Dark themes. Mentions of Fucking in the woods. Mention of rough sex and wanting to be manhandled. Predator/Prey Play. Rough play. Name calling. Pet names, bunny Doll.. Slight dubcon. Strangers-friends-lovers?? Mention of unprotected sex. Photographs. Mention of Mingi and the others joining in. Wearing masks during sexual activities. Pervi mingi, hehe. Breast play. Dirty talk.

Note: Thank you, my darling @itsnotmydejavu , for reading this and giving me some feedback, hehe. Couldn't do it without your help.♡♡

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The party was loud and crazy. Not your type of scene at all. But your best friend, Yunho, threw it to celebrate him and his dance crew winning their first competition and, of course, celebrate you finally coming home. At first, you pleaded with Yunho, not wanting to have the attention put on you, so this was the best alternative.

A joint celebration.

Getting ready for this stupid party got you anxious beyond knowing. It had been years since you’d seen them. You were close with all of them as you all basically grew up together in your teen years. But when you went to college overseas for a couple of years. It was like meeting different people when you had graduated and came back home. They had all grown so much, and since you were out of the country, it was hard to keep in contact with all of them. All of them except Yunho, who even flew over a couple of times to see you.

But you were back now and hanging out with eight grown-ass men that still act like children has become increasingly hard. Most of them act as if nothing changed and as if you weren’t gone for over six years. But then there was Seonghwa and San. They were different. Not in a bad way, of course, but still… strange. It's like they were more touchy. San’s hand would linger longer on your lower back when you were all out heading to a restaurant when you first got back. Or when you were over at Yunho’s place getting ready for said night and you couldn’t get your dress zipped up, and luckily Seonghwa just happened to walk past Yunho’s room and spot you struggling.

His finger gazed over your long back tattoo you had gotten while away, whispering so softly that it was beautiful and how it suited you. For a moment, you swore he was going to zip it down instead of up just so he could get a peek at your soft plump ass. Cause you see both San and Seonghwa liked you—a lot. Ever since you were teens, both men had a crush on you. They loved spending time with you, listening to you laugh, and they loved how you were always comfortable around them. Freely snuggling, late-night chats. 

But they needed more. 

San used to sneak into Seonghwa’s room and chat about all the filthy things they thought of about you. And god, the shyness you had just made them know that if they were to say those things aloud, you would certainly freak. No, they were both under the assumption you were too innocent to know how much you affected them. You tortured them. Like the way you cuddled up to San on his couch, acting all sweet with your tits pressed firmly against his side and your head resting on his chest while you watched movies. Or when you had asked Seonghwa to spoon you sometimes cause you were stressing about work and your soft ass would be pressed so nicely against his lap. Just inches away from his aching hard cock.

Oh, the way he would imagine shoving his cock between your thighs fucking them roughly. San would continue saying he sometimes pictures coming deep inside your pussy, claiming you as his. Both of them were drugged on the idea of you. And as years went by and you disappeared for six years, it broke them. All the others went on to dating and enjoying life but the two of them were stuck on you. Like they were unable to move on from you. 

And then you came back. You were just as beautiful. More even, as the day you left. You were a grown woman with lustful desires. And they were just the men to help you.

They got their friends to help them get out of the friend zone, getting plenty of suggestions for cute dates and lovey-dovey confessions. But San came up with an idea that Seonghwa knew would be even more perfect than their friend's proposals. Now, all they needed to do was play their cards right, or risk ruining their friendship and / or coming off as a creep.

“Come on, yuyu, I already agreed to this party. What more do you want.” You laughed, sipping on your drink that Wooyoung had fixed for you. It was just you, Wooyoung, and Yunho sitting on the couch in the boy's house. Yunho was trying to get any gossip out of you about your life away, but you really had nothing to say. And then he asked about any special someones. “I’m not about to let you play matchmaker. Last time you tried, you set me up with a skittish boy.” It wasn’t like that poor boy wasn’t nice at all, but he just wasn’t exactly your type.

“Oh, so who would you prefer? Mingi or San, perhaps? Oh, what about Seonghwa,” Wooyoung chuckled, entering into the lounge with a tray of snacks. Your face became flustered all too quickly, hearing Wooyoung call out a bundle of his friends' names, but who really caught your attention was San and Seonghwa. They were both so sweet, like true gentlemen, and they were very attractive, but there was always something missing.

“I mean… They are hot and all.” You trailed off feeling a wave of embarrassment. You’ve never been one to talk about your love life, especially to your friends. You looked briefly around the room, staring at the hallway for a moment, making sure there was no one else in the room. But little did you know Seonghwa and San were in the kitchen getting their own drinks to come and join you. They had asked Wooyoung to slip in the idea of the two, curious of what your answer might be. They had both realized you had never really called them attractive before, let alone something like hot. San gave the other man a surprised expression at the sheer thought of them being good-looking in your eyes. Like a hint of pride burned in their chests. But something got stronger... A feeling... a worried feeling.

“I think there’s a but…” Seonghwa whispered to the younger male.

“I just… I don’t really know..” You rubbed your thumb against the cold glass.

“Let me guess,” Wooyoung tucked his feet under his ass before taking a quick sip of what you assumed to be Soju with some strawberry soda mixed with it. “You are worried they are gonna be too much for you.…” His words made you spit out your drink. 

Then Yunho continued, “They probably want to fuck you like a whore.” Yunho cackled making you slap his shoulder almost making him spill his drink. You felt so embarrassed but it wasn’t because you were worried they’d fuck you like a slut. You were worried you’d like it too much if they did. So you had to correct them. 

“They are sweet guys. Gentlemen. They wouldn’t do such a t-thing.” 

“No, no, I get it.” Wooyoung chimed in, wiping his tears from the corner of his eyes from laughing too hard. Frustration built up in the men that stood in the kitchen, San even going as far as mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to Seonghwa as he began to pace around the room. That was the ultimate reason you never really showed them they had a chance. You thought neither of them could fuck you properly? They were too nice for you? All this time hiding their secret desires from you, being too worried they’d scare you off cause you were such a shy little thing. They never even thought that you were just as sex depraved as them?

Seonghwa and San decided to sneak back to Hwa’s room in order to complete their plan now that they know about your secret desire to be fucked like a bitch in heat. They were going to have fun and this party was going to be the perfect cover for their sinister plan.

-

So this brings you back to the present. Wandering through crowds of people dressed in various stage outfits the boys had performed in. Most of them dressed at these people called "evil ones" or as fans started to call them "halateez." The clothing was cool, Gothic cyberpunk. Something you've never really worn before. You decided on one of their more light-hearted dance costumes. It was during when they first started doing competitions, and someone had suggested white outfits for one of their performances, and luckily, they all agreed. So here you were in bunny ears like Seonghwa had and a white knee-length poofy dress with a sweetheart neckline, and instead of a silver puffer jacket you opted for a silver shall.

To say you stick out like a sore thumb was an understatement.

But you tried to enjoy yourself nonetheless. Wooyoung had dared you to sleep with someone, and you now being a full-grown adult able to make perfectly reasonable decisions, of course, took up Wooyoung’s stupid bet even though you were freaking out about it. This wasn’t something you would normally do. No, you are someone to stay home, cuddle up with your favourite plushie as you friend the filthy dark fantasies no one knew about. But here you are, scanning your eyes around the first floor of the house from just standing in the doorway of the lounge room, looking to see if anyone caught your eye and let's get this straight, proving Wooyoung wrong was something you too great pride in...

The whole house was open and lively. The large living room had all its furniture against the wall, making room for a dance floor and table with a huge speaker set, blasting loud music.

You had to shake your head at the fact you were actually contemplating Wooyoung’s stupid idea. The said man and one of his friends found you. They linked their arms with yours, leading you down the hallway to the kitchen where your best friend and host, Yunho, was hanging out. He was dressed like a pirate—completed with a hat and sword— and held himself with the confidence of one. You took in all the other boys, seeing all their various spectator costumes. Hugging each of them, you notice Mingi and his open vest outfit with big round shades on the top of his head. He finished his fit with a cane. Kinda making him look like a sexy version of Willy Wonka.

"Where's San and Hwa?" You asked, well half-shouted in Mingi's ear as they all went back to chatting amongst themselves. The only two boys that weren't present were the two you were hoping to see. You had to brace a hand on Mingi's shoulder, going up on tiptoes to make sure he heard you.

Mingi just smirked at you while you leaned in close to him. He gazes down your body as you speak, letting him see perfectly down the dress you're wearing. "They seem to be running late, Princess. Something about missing a part of their costumes." Mingi answered sweetly, turning his head so his jaw rubbed against the soft skin of your cheek, making you hum slightly, all the while he eyed your plump chest without being too obvious about it of course.

Your whole body shuddered at the feeling of Mingi so close to you. His hand snaked around your waist so he could support you up. You tried to ignore the rush of thrill he managed to send through your body. Opting to pull away and pout at him for what he said. Trying to shake any lusting thoughts that started to appear. "Damn, who's going to look after my purse while I dance then?" 

You hummed, holding your purse tightly in your grasp as you gestured to your dress not to be very accommodating for your little purse and phone since there were no pockets. Mingi had to sigh, letting his eyes now freely rake down your body. Taking in your outfit that besides being a knee-high dress, it matched Seonghwa's stage outfit to a tea. He was kind of jealous that you dressed like one of his members instead of him.

You could tell Mingi was bluntly checking you out, playing it off like he was just simply looking at you. Redness appeared slightly on your cheeks, feeling a sense of pride mixed with shyness. The beefcake of a man grabbed your stuff before you could say anything else; 

“I’ll look after it, princess. Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He gave you a charming smile watching him slip your stuff into his large pant pockets before zipping it up, making sure it wouldn’t slip out. You murmured a little flustered thank you having no idea how Mingi could have possibly heard it over the music, but your hand on his chest let you feel the little hum he made, making you know he heard you. And for just a moment, it lingered. Your bodies close to one another. Mingi smelt like fresh pine, musk, and wine. The scent etching in the back of your brain making you dizzy. You needed to pull away from him now before you do something stupid.

“I-I’m going to go find the others now.” Your eyes caught his in an intense gaze, making you feel hot and bothered. A smirk curved on his full lips while his tongue poked out to trace them ever so slightly. You hadn’t realized you were fixated on them until someone shouted, getting your attention.

“Have fun, princess. If you ever need something, come find me.” He brought your face only inches away from his so he could whisper in your ear, making sure to linger there for a moment before letting you go entirely. 

-

After you left, most of the other boys flaked, heading to the dance floor or to mingle with whoever else was invited. Mingi and Yunho, on the other hand, stayed in the kitchen, watching all the chaos unfold as they took another round of shots together. That was when San and Seonghwa finally showed up, walking swiftly through the halls towards the other men. Mingi had kept his eyes on you the whole time, seeing you were now standing and chatting with some old high school friends near the dance floor. His stare dragged from your ass to finally look at the men of the hour, seeing San and Seonghwa were definitely dressed to impress.

“You’re girl is already here.” He said while Yunho nodded in confirmation, pointing in your direction so the two men who were dressed head to toe in black tackle wear, and scream masks hanging off their belts could take a look at you. Both Seonghwa and San glanced in your direction, seeing the outfit you were wearing. The way the bottom hem of your dress was fluttering while you swayed side to side, clearly deep into whatever conversation you were having. And the way you were dressed looking like Seonghwa’s stage fit in particular got Hwa’s cock thickening in his pants. He wanted to bend you over where you stood and shove his cock deep in your pussy, claiming you for everyone to see while you squealed and squirmed under him. See if you call him a gentleman after that.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Both men turned back to Mingi, who held out a phone for him. “She gave me this to hold on to,” He explained and for a moment, jealousy brewed in both San and Seonghwa for a moment at the thought of you letting anyone but them hold onto your things. Mingi could sense the shift in their eyes, only smirking at the thought of successfully getting under their skin. And the worst thing out of it all, the two men weren’t oblivious to the way their friend looked at you. Heck, they all looked at you just the same. Seonghwa and San had planned to get to the party before you to ensure the others didn’t get any ideas towards you. But deep down they knew, none of them would encourage you or give you any offer you wouldn’t like.

“I’ll be taking that.” San grabbed the phone before slipping it into his large pant pocket by his knee. All the boys then gazed back in your direction, spotting you were now dancing with some random people you most likely knew from school. Both men got a better look at your outfit this time. How soft and shiny the material of your flowy dress was that sat beautifully on your body. How your breasts swelled at the top, or how your ass was perfect enough to grab. 

The cherry on top was how your legs looked, plump thighs on display for everyone to see. When you twirled again both San and Seonghwa watched the way your tits jiggled with every move you took, and bit back a groan at the realization you weren’t wearing a bra or you were wearing a loose-fitting one. They wondered if you were wearing panties under that pretty dress too. They wondered if you were dancing with the fear of flashing your pussy to every guy in the room with each twist of your hips. What a fucking slut, San thought, sexual frustration and affection creating an intoxicating haze in his mind. The urge to make you his slut was almost overwhelming.

“She’s needy tonight, by the way,” Mingi’s words caught the attention of the men. Mingi then glanced quickly around the room, making sure no one was eavesdropping, noting Yunho had gone to get refills. “She was practically ready to kiss me before shying away and running off to the dance floor.” Mingi then chuckled, seeing the shock on their faces, getting up from the bar stool he was sitting on so he could pat their shoulders. “You gonna be, you know, able to woo her? She’s not gonna come quietly or rather confidently.”

Both San and Seonghwa smirked, not letting themselves be anything less than self-assured that you’d end the night begging them to let you out of the friend zone. They were going to make it their mission to get you outta your shell and make you confess your deepest, darkest secrets. Neither of them could wait any longer to watch you come apart on each of their cocks, bent over with your face down and ass up while one pounded your pussy. And then pining you so the other can fuck your mouth until you were crying through your release. Although San and Seonghwa have clued in their friends to their plan to fuck you, they hadn’t told the extent of the rough plan they had to completely ruin you for any other man.

“Oh don’t worry, we have a plan,” Seonghwa answered confidently, flicking his gaze at San with a knowing expression.

“Why, you want a piece of her or something, Min?” San cocked his brow, making Mingi give his friend a long firm look, trying to work out if the question was a trap or not. But he just shrugged, downing the last of his drink as if to say he’d fuck around and find out.

“Hey, man I’d be more happy to dick her down.” He said smugly. “But you know you probably gotta take what’s yours first before you go around offering.” Mingi shot a cheeky look before disappearing into the crowd without another word.

-

You started to feel a sense of loneliness filling your emotions as you too amongst sweaty bodies and loud beats of music. you had explored the second floor and most of the rooms on the first, but you could seem to find San or Seonghwa. You were starting to think they weren’t going to show. You had to shake your head in embarrassment thinking about what if Wooyoung spilled the beans about your stupid plan to seduce them. Let's face it you weren’t cut out with all this flirting and wooing and blah blah. You weren’t cut out for anything, but your alone time.

You turned to look back into the kitchen to see if any of the boys were still there, but then an overwhelming presence caught your attention that loomed against the wall of the large hallway. Your breath hitched seeing the two very tall men standing out in the crowd. Even though you couldn’t see either of their eyes, you knew their intense gaze was on you. They were both dressed the same head to toe, and their ghostface masks matched except one was the original mask, and the other was a shiny red style. Your eyes trailed down, finding their t-shirts were tucked into black cargo pants that hung low on their trimmed waist, the bottom of their pants both disappearing into black combat boots.

You shook your head, trying to shake the idea of any other men other than the ones you wanted. So you turned and almost blotted towards the garden, hoping to see if the boys were there. The two men looked at one another, knowing they both had a confused expression. This was going to be harder than they expected. The shyness was going to be harder to crack than they thought.

-

Standing out on the patio, you see partygoers dancing and cheering on the deck. Your eyes once again met one of the masked men. And even though their faces were covered, you knew their gazes were constantly fixated on you. There was no doubt they were grinning like Cheshire cats. You needed to know who these two men were. But more importantly, needed to get away from the loudness. You noticed the fire pit down the small hill of the back yard, and if you stretched your stare further, it led to forestry. a forest that just so happened to have a clubhouse you and your friends built way back when. No one knows about it other than the boys and you.

I wonder if it's still up? You thought, quickly forgetting about the two men that you have been coincidentally running into the past hour, but yet neither of them made a move to talk to you. You noticed fewer people milling about the further you walked. Some still circled around the fire pit while others were making out behind oak trees. You ignored them all, heading down the slow-sloping grass hill. The sound of the party and the thumping ear-bashing bass grew distant the further you walked. 

Once at the edge of the trees, you dug your heels into the soft earth so you would stop yourself for a moment. A strange feeling circled you at the thought you were being watched. Looking around, you saw nothing, which in toe, made your gut twist further. You looked back at the house and spotted Mingi standing on the deck, leaning on the wooden railing while smoking a cigarette. Though It was too far to tell exactly, you had a feeling Mingi had been watching you the entire time. It doesn’t appear to ease the jitters in your gut thought, but you decide to keep going, shaking the walking red flag that seemed to loom over your body. For some reason, you had become desperate to see the old little clubhouse. See if it’s still standing. Maybe it was nostalgia or just the alcohol running through your veins. Whatever it might be, you pushed past the feeling of having eyes on your back as you finally spotted the old rustic tree house you came all this way out for. 

Opening the latch with a little tug, you managed to climb the wonky stairs that led into the old oak cabin-like structure. It was built around the trunk of a large old elm tree, so the trunk went straight through the ‘living room’ as you and the boys called it. The rusty creak of the door catches your attention, and your heart jumps out of your chest suddenly spinning back to where the gate is. “I’m losing my mind...” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe you shouldn't have had those shots of soju with Yeosang before heading down here.

“I wouldn’t sell yourself short their sugarcube.” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, and if it wasn’t for the full moonlight shining through the plastic-covered windows, you wouldn’t have seen the man who owned the said voice. He was one of the men wearing the Ghostface masks. Unlike the other male who wore the traditional one, he wore a red one with little devil horns on the top. 

“W-Who are you.” The two men had been following you all night, and it's only now come to your attention that they were the eyes you felt while you walked through the woods. They had followed you here. To sacred ground. You and your friends hide away from the real world. But what really started to cloud your mind was the fact you couldn’t help but notice his voice. Without the loud music and wasted people around you, crashing into you every time you moved. You sensed a hint of familiarity. You tilted your head to the side as you gazed at his full figure. Now that you thought about it, his whole demeanour was familiar. 

“Pick a safe word.” you were starting to wonder where the other man might have been given these two had seemly always travelled in pairs from your knowledge. And though his voice startled you, you were not surprised to hear it.

“What?” You replied to the white Ghostface.

“Pick a safe word, bunny. And whatever we do stops the moment you use it.” he urged this time, a thread of desperation in his tone. You felt your head spin at his tone, wondering just how you managed to end up in some kind of dark fantasy of yours. Not that you were complaining. His voice began to bug your brain, too. You knew you recognized it, but you just weren’t sure who it belonged to. But your curiosity was officially piqued, and even though you were throwing caution out the window. You knew if there was any true danger and you no longer wanted to do anything, Mingi would most likely stay on the patio until you showed up again, so he would come running if you screamed loud enough.

“Purple.” You murmured in a short hum.

His shoulders relaxed and you could hear the grin in his voice as the red ghost face replied, “Purple, it is sugarcube.” He held his black-gloved hand out to you.

For a moment, you just looked at it. Your eyes trailed up his muscled arm to the devilish ghost face mask and then over his shoulder to the pitch-black woods beyond the window. You weren’t sure what he had planned for you, but the way your cunt began to leak at the thought of being fucked in your high school hangout had you thinking about bad decisions. As you come face to face with a red ghost face mask you slowly let out a shaky breath, feeling his body heat consume you. Maybe you should be scared. Maybe you should just use the safe word or try and run back to the party and forget about everything. But with their sinful aura and their lingering words, you pressed closer, “A-are you two gonna fuck me hard enough to make me scream. Sirs.”

“Oh, Bunny.” The white ghost face man growled, tugging your waist from behind until you were turned around, facing him. He slowly walked you back until you were pressed firmly against the thick tree trunk. Your shall luckily protected your shoulders from the itchy bark and with a rough grip on your thigh, he lifted one of your legs up to hook around his waist, stepping in between them, successfully pinning you to the tree. You could feel the man's massive bulge in his pants against your dripping core. You shivered at the feel of him, wondering for the first time whether you had really, in fact, lost your mind. “we’re gonna fuck you until you scream your throat raw.”

With that lustful whisper hanging in the air, your mind went blank. The red ghost face reached down and shoved your poofy dress up so it could sit around your hips, showing off your frilly black panties with a cute little bow on the front. This adorable piece of fabric was the only thing protecting your sweet pussy from these two very large men’s eyes. The white ghost let out a deep, sadistic growl at the sight, while red whistled, “Fuck sugarcube, ain’t these the cutest darn things.” He muttered, his black-gloved fingers tracing the side of the garment. In a quick movement, he twisted his fingers around the fabric and, with a sharp yank, he easily ripped it away from your body. “Too bad I had to do that.”

A harsh gasp was pulled from your lips and you jerked in red’s arms at the feel of your panties being ripped off you. No one had ever done that to you before and it made your mind a little hazy. You could feel a warmth drip down between your thighs. Good god you’re enjoying this a little too much. The man pulled your ruined panties away from your body, the fabric clinging obscenely to your soaking wet cunt. You could suddenly feel the cool night breeze against your most sensitive area, making you whine. Goosebumps raising all over your body sweet painful chill played against your drenched pussy and slick thighs, highlighting exactly how messy you were already to the world... pathetic really.

Not a moment after, the whine from the cold air changed to one of pleasure as you felt white this time, sliding his gloved fingers between your folds, pushing lightly against your clit. You couldn't help but buck your hips at the feeling, trying desperately to get his fingers inside you. You were so wet and needy already, feeling woefully empty, every nerve in your body demanding you be filled and fucked by the men caging you against the tree.

“Such a needy fucking thing,” Red, or was that white? Gritted his teeth like he was clenching his jaw. Whites fingers pinch your clit making you cry. He couldn't get enough in his sight if only he didn't have this fucking mask on. they both craved the way your body responded to them, their sweet little friend, practicality begging for them to fuck you. "She's so fucking wet and warm. it's like this pretty cunt is just begging for our cocks, isn't that right bunny?"

“fuck, yes, please,” you answered on an exhale, your voice high-pitched and shaky with need. “Need you both, please.” You tried to reach between your bodies and tug on White's belt to slide it open, but he batted your hands away, making red laugh.

The red ghost face gripped your face in his hand while the other teased the top hem of your dress. he brought his masked face close to yours like he was getting an up-close look at your expression. “I don't think you sound nearly as desperate enough just yet for either of our cocks, hmm?" you could basically hear the sharp grin in his voice.

A large hand is placed upon your chest, making you hold your breath. You can feel the heat radiating from just a simple touch. You swallowed thickly as Red gripped the front of your dress, pushing white away so he could pull you off the tree and tug you towards the floor. You can’t help but cry out as you land onto one of the old long floor cushions in the clubhouse. He’s so lucky it was there otherwise this entire thing would be over. You blow out a huff of air as you look at both men with a devious smirk. You can feel how intense both of their gazes are. Looking you up and down and taking everything in. If this is how they want to play, then….

“If I knew this was how my night was going to end. I would have spoken to you two sooner.” You giggled, opening your legs, your dress hiked up your thighs to reveal yourself slightly on accident. But both men growled either way…

Red quickly dropped down to you a little too eagerly. His hand placed firmly on your navel, pushing a small amount of pressure. The touch itself left you breathless. White joins your side, and his hands are quick to your breasts. You grab his wrist, a little hesitant. You meet his gaze under the mask, and he waits for you. Biting your lip, thinking, and wondering, you venture and guide his hand under your dress to your bare breast. You hear White shakily breathe out a quiet ‘fuck’ which goes straight to your gut. He flicks a thumb over your nipples before giving your breast a firm squeeze. 

You whine softly as two fingers easily slip into your slick cunt. By instinct or just by pure need, you go to close your legs in order to gain friction but a strong hand on your inner thigh stopped that. Giving you a light tap to keep them open. You find yourself breathing heavily and lost in thought. God is this really happening? You thought, arching your back upwards. 

The white ghost-faced man pulled your dress down from your breast, revealing them to the cold air. Your nipples harden and white runs his thumb over them again, fixated on the way your body responds to his delicate touch. If only you could kiss him, see who was exactly gifting you the pleasure from your fantasy. You felt a slight guilt twinge inside you, swearing at yourself for imagining your friends, Seonghwa and San. Would they ever do this to do? That was the thought that mixed with flashes of their face as white leaned closer to you, letting his mask almost touch your cheek. You reach out for the mask on the man’s face, your hand shaking from Red’s fingers fucking into you at a slow but brutal pace. But white’s hand comes flying up and grabs your wrist, moving your hand back away.

“Not now, bunny,” He chuckles lightly. His voice was so familiar, but it was becoming very hard to concentrate when a third finger was added amongst the others. The stretch has feeling dizzy, but with how wet you are, it’s an easy fit.

Your protest died on your lips as he let go of your wrist. You felt Red shift your legs up to his waist so he could dig something out of his pocket with his free hand, "I think we should record this, don't you?" he asked, but not to you, no, he asked his friend that was sitting so patiently next to the two of you. Your pleasure-filled brain was too far gone to understand his meaning either way. Not until you heard the flicking of a camera sound and a flash being turned on. The bright light shone in your eyes for a second before he moved it down your body to where his glove-covered fingers were still, deep inside your pussy. Awareness shot through your nerves at the realization he was taking a video of what he was doing to you. It also occurred to you that you could very well use your safe word right now, but as you looked down to see his fingers playing with your cunt for the camera, it felt hot. 

He could see the way your clit throbbed in pleasure and the was your clench around nothing. You never knew you’d be into being recorded but here you are, feeling a sense of desire from just being on display for these two men. You rolled your hips for him, watching how his shoulders visibly shifted with a groan following. He watched intensely through the phone alone with white as his fingers slid in and out of your soaked hole. “God, I’m gonna save this so we can watch it over and over again.” He punctuated his words with short, quick thrusts of his finger, making you cry out.

“Please,” you begged wanting to feel stretched out by their cocks already, but unable to form the words as Red fucked you. It was so good but not nearly enough, and yet, you could feel an orgasm building slowly in your gut. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Bunny,” White groaned, watching Red fuck you harder with his fingers. “Can you hear the sounds of your pussy from here.” he laughed, leaning over to grab the camera off Red so he could continue recording while Red used his now free hand to circle your clit while he continued to assault your hole. You could feel a sense of humiliation mixing with the blissfulness of pleasure Red was giving you as your body told him exactly how turned on you were. Even with your heart pounding in your chest and both men’s harsh breathing in their masks, you could still hear the lewd sounds that came from fingers pumping in and out of you.

He fucked you faster. The sounds only grew louder with your moans as each thrust sent your mind into a day a daze. His palm slapped against your wet folds, and the tip of his thumb rubbed your clit with a sharp tug. “More, please,” you begged breaking into a sob, feeling tears pool against the corners of your eyes.

“Mmm, that’s it Doll, beg for me,” Red growled, shoving his fingers out of you to give your pussy a harsh slap before plunging his fingers back inside you. You choked out a ragged moan as your head thrashed side to side against the old cushion with your hips writhing against his body.

“Please. I’m gonna cum. Please, I need it so badly.” you chanted, begging. You could feel yourself hurtling toward the edge, you just needed a little more. But a little push. Red seemed to know exactly what you needed and when he whistled over his friend, that’s when you felt a hand cover your eyes and then a wet sensation met your nipples. It was white's mouth, suckling on your tit with a sharp inhale. Your back arched at the feeling followed by the most degraded sound you’d ever heard left your own lips.

“Good girl, take my fingers. Come all a strangers fingers,” He praised, his voice raspy and muffled through the mask. “Need to stretch you out so you’re ready for our cocks,” He continued with a sly giggle. The way he was so consumed with your body was almost insane. Something about the way he said the word ‘stranger’ had alarm bells going off in your head, but they were so distant with your mind too consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. You were too focused on chasing your release, a whine rising in your throat as your arms braced against the man next to you as you fucked yourself on his fingers. You were so close. Pushing against white more, tugging on his bicep, you felt his hand slipping from your face. The alarm bells that were going off before were even louder now, trying to warn you about something. About them? With fumbling, eager hands, you curled your fingers around the edges of white's shirt before tugging one last time. His hand slipped completely off your eyes, what you were faced with left a loud, sharp gasp to leave your lips.

”Seonghwa!? San?!”

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【Synopsis】 : After finding out those two devilishly handsome masked men were in fact your friends, how are you going to continue your friendship with them now that they want to fuck you stupid?

『Word count』 :  7.25k

-> Genre: Hardcore smut. Fluffy kinda.

Pairing: childhoodfriend!Sanhwa x Afab!Reader

[Warnings] : Fingering. Clit play. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected sex. Breast play. Hickies. Biting. Pet names (doll, darling, sugarcube, bunny, good girl. Princess). Degrading (use of slut, whore and fucktoy). Photographs and videos taken during sex. Seonghwa has a tittie obsession... (whoops) Mentions of mxm and jerking off. Swearing. Heavy making out. Handjob. Use of the safe word. Ass play. Anal finger. Dirty talk. Messy sex. Manhandling. Threesome. Mention of fucking eight men at once (whoops). San and Seonghwa tagteam the reader. Face fucking. Oral. Mention of knocking reader up.

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”Seonghwa!? San?!” You cried in confusion, only vaguely aware of the camera still recording your reaction. You were shocked by the sight of your friend’s handsome faces, their deep, almost pitch-black eyes, their full lips twisting up into a smug smirk. San and Seonghwa’s usually neat locks were now messy from the masks. Desire shot through your body, your pussy clamping down on San’s fingers like you didn’t want to let him go. In the next heartbeat, your friend shoved his three fingers ruthlessly into your cunt, his thumb circling your clit with the mission on getting you to your release. It was all too much. You’d already been dangling on the brink of your release and the shock of finding your friends beneath the Ghost face masks mixed with the pleasure they pitilessly delivered to your body, sent you flying over the edge. Your head thumped against the floor and your lips opened wide on a scream as you came all over San’s fingers while Seonghwa never stopped his assault on your breasts, leaving love bites in his wake.

“Good girl, being so fucking good for me, pretty thing,” San murmured as he fucked you through your orgasm, stretching his arm to take the phone from Seonghwa who didn’t unlatch his mouth from your skin. San widened his fingers even as your walls clamped down on him, making you stretch around him as he captured everything on the camera. “You’re doing so well, baby. Fuck look at you, clenching around my fingers like a good fucktoy.”

Lost to the feeling of your mind-blowing orgasm, all you could do was moan in response, feeling overly sensitive with Seonghwa still abusing your tits. You didn’t know if you liked San's dirty talk or his sweet words better and a small part of you worried they were both going to ruin you for all other men if they kept treating you like the most precious thing in the world and a filthy slut at the same time. “S-sannie… Hwa,” you murmured, hands finding Seonghwa’s chest and sliding up to push gently on his shoulders.

San must’ve understood what you meant because the bright light from the flash disappeared, and in the next moment, he was dropping your leg to the ground. It was now Seonghwa's turn to sit between your thighs, covering your body with his, making you hold in your breath. You couldn't help your heart from racing, trying to process the fact that your two friends—Kind, sweet, and caring Seonghwa and San— had been the two men under the masks all along. It almost somehow didn't feel real. You had known them for years after all, and you would have never thought they'd be like this. The fact that San had finger fucked you in your guy's old hangout while Seonghwa litter your chest with hickies just didn’t make sense.

"Oh my god..." You whispered in confusion against your hand as you pinched your brow. You had to push Seonghwa's chest so you could sit up away from them for a moment. Both of them carried a guarded expression, eyes wary. But there was a lustfulness still in their features. Something you’d never seen before in either of them. Something they managed to keep on a tight leash and buried so you would never see it. 

You didn’t have time to ponder how your friends were able to make your pussy throb with just a simple look as Seonghwa grabbed your hips, pulling you back down onto the soft cushioning. San snatched both your wrists, pinning them above your head with a proud smirk as you both watched Seonghwa grope a handful of your tits roughly, giving them a sloppy kiss.

"God these fucking tits. You are so perfect, Bunny." Seonghwa groan as he ducked back down to suck your right nipple harshly, "beautiful.." he murmured against your skin as if he was only talking to himself. Your hips bucked against his, seeking the friction your body so desperately craved. A whine breaks free from your lips, making your mind spin. You couldn’t believe how needy you were already, after the knee-shaking orgasm San had already given you prior, but you felt insatiable with your friend’s hands on your body.

"H-hwa, please." You had no real idea why you were begging, but you felt like you needed to nonetheless.

Seonghwa grinned against your chest, but San was the one to whisper in your ear, "You sound so fucking beautiful when you beg doll."

San seemed to be barely paying you any mind, his warm fingers sliding against your neck and along your arms slowly, like he was taking his time to explore your body, "You have no idea how long we've dreamt about you." he admitted, gaze now fixated on the way Seonghwa kissed down your chest towards your navel. "We'd lay awake and off jerk ourselves and each other to the thought of what it might feel like you fuck your sweet little cunt."

A growling roar ripped free from Seonghwa, the sound barely human, from the words his friend spilled. Seonghwa then moved swiftly, digging his arms under your back so he could hold you tight. You could feel the breath being forced from your lungs as he tugged you up until, in an instant, his lips found yours. This kiss was not the sweet gentle one you imagined Hwa would give you, no, this one was rough and filthy as he poured all his pent-up emotions from these months into you, shoving his tongue down your throat, taking what he deemed his. But you met him with equal neediness, using your hands that were now free to grab onto his messy hair, clinging to the soft strands like your life depended on it. Seonghwa trailed his lips down your jaw, then your neck, letting you draw in a shaky breath of air. He sucked on the skin of your collarbone, knowing he was going to leave more marks.

You twisted your fingers in his hair and clutched him close to your body, not wanting to let him get too far away, ever again. But you needed more. You needed all of him, both of them. You needed him to fill you up until he was leaking out of you and then San to do the same. “H-hwa, please—please,” you begged in a worn whisper.

San turned your face towards him by your chin, growling at the fucked out expression you bared. Seonghwa continued his assault on your skin while San leaned forward to steal a fierce kiss from you. His tongue swept into your mouth more gently than Seonghwa, groaning into you. You broke one hand free from Hwa’s hair to dig into San’s fluff to hold him close, but he wrenched himself away before you could get a tight enough hold on him. His face held a cheeky grin as you watched him stand up.

He eyed the way your legs your wrapped around Seonghwa as the man knelt in front of you, still attacking you with love bites. You watched intensely with your mouth slightly agape as San reached down to his belt buckle, pulling the leather free with one swift motion making your cunt throb against Seonghwa's thigh. He then pulled his zipper down slowly, teasingly. You were practically vibrating in anticipation against the older male, one from his lips still dotting on your skin and two for the performance the younger was gifting you. Finally, he reached into his jeans and pulled his cock free.

“Fuck.” You gasped at the sight of your friend’s cock. You had a feeling both boys were well off, but San was big. Your gasp made Seonghwa’s cock harden more against your core, twitching at the pretty sounds that left your lips. San’s cock was thick rather than long. His fingers barely met as he fisted it, stroking up the length in a slow motion. You could feel your pussy gush with even more wetness as you stared at San’s cock, eyeing the veins running up the length to a wide tip. 

“Like what you see?” Seonghwa asked you, letting you pull away from him so his face could meet you once again. A big grin painted his features. It was dark and lustful with a hint of curiosity. You nodded to his words, making him let out a simple hum, “You want to see mine?” 

“Yes please.” You said a little too quickly, but at this point, you no longer cared. Both men just chuckled at your eagerness as you pushed yourself back to give Seonghwa some room. San, in the meantime, walked back over to sit beside you, helping you undress completely, removing the awkward fabric that was pooled around your waist. Almost dazedly, you watched Seonghwa undress until his cock sprung free and unlike San, Seonghwa’s cock was long. You slowly reached forward without thinking, wanting to see how big he looked with your smaller hand wrapped around him.

But Seonghwa gently batted your hand away, before stroking his own cock. “Not now, bunny.” He chuckled before grabbing your hips, tugging you back against him. He and San helped to lay you back down softly, letting the older male hover above you, pressing his tip against your aching hole. You then eyed San as he leaned over to his nice pile of clothing, grabbing the phone he had recorded you on prior. He gave it to Seonghwa this time so he could capture a delicious shot of his cock resting on your pussy. He looked so fucking big against you, you had no idea how he was going to possibly fit but in the same thought, you needed to make him fit. You wanted him to. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you’d be screaming just like they had promised.

“H-hwa please, please.” You begged, needing him to put it in already. But yet he didn’t, he just held his one hand against your wriggling hips while he slid his hard tip length against your wet folds. San held down your shoulders, making sure you wouldn’t move. Seonghwa bit his lip as he got his full length soaked in your arousal before settling back down on his heels. You watched his whole body shiver as he stared at the phone screen, transfixed by the sight of his cock against your pussy, twitching slightly. He stopped recording, placing the phone down before gripping your hips tightly. 

”Do you have a condom bunny? You better give me one now.” He choked out feeling a sense of restlessness, his eyes wide filled with desire. It stole your breath, the way Seonghwa stared at you like you were his entire world. But you shook your head as you looked up at him with worry.

“I-I don’t have one,” You murmured, trying to look around the room in order to avoid his eye contact but ending up catching San’s instead. You hadn’t had anywhere to keep it in your dress, so you’d given your purse and phone to Mingi to hold onto. San’s eyes flicked to Seonghwa with a cheeky expression. You finally looked back at Hwa, noticing his gaze was flared with hunger but also with a hint of anger.

“What were you planning if you met someone tonight bunny?” He demanded in a venomous voice, “Would you have let some random fuck head touch you with his bare cock?” He stated, leaning over you so his face was hovering inches from your face. “Would you have let Mingi fuck you raw? Risk getting knocked up?”

Anger and a little bit of fear swirled in his dark brown eyes. His voice was shaky, almost like he was afraid, and the way he was looking at you, all you could think was that Seonghwa was incredibly handsome with fury contorting his features. How could something feral look so elegant? It suddenly occurred to you that even though these two were, in fact, your friends, you should be scared, no? You should use your safe word and explain yourself about leaving your stuff with Mingi.

But it was apparent how overwhelmed you had suddenly gotten for both men at this moment. your pussy practically leaking all over the floor. your lust for him consumed you as if it was holding your tongue. So all you could do was stare with wide doe eyes, dazed and innocent. When you didn’t respond or defend yourself, both men took this as a defeat on your part. San lightly tsking behind you while Seonghwa shook his head. He was trying his best to hold his anger, keep it in check with some visible effort, raking his hand through his hair, making his already messy locks messier, "So fucking irresponsible, Bunny.

"Well if our baby here was happy with the idea of getting fucked raw, you wouldn't mind if we do it, huh?" San smirked looking down at you with a slight head tilt. his gaze was intense reading your expression carefully, gauging your reaction to his words. "Cause if you're getting knocked up tonight, sugarcube, it's gonna be by us."

It felt like a jolt of electricity just surged through your body straight to your core as you clenched around nothing. You whined loudly at the San's words, showing just how much it affected you. you needed them both so badly that you finally found the courage to speak up, "Please, Seonghwa, please fuck me bare. I need it, I need you so badly." You were so desperate, tears were stinging your eyes and your hips were bucking up in the air making your soaked pussy slide against the tip of his cock.

For a moment, Seonghwa just stared at you, his hard jaw slack and his eyes dazed in the soft moonlight as if he was completely stunned by just how much you seemed to want the filth he offered. You indeed a minx underneath an innocent exterior. Tilting his head back, he squeezed his eyes shut for a second as the grip on your thighs tightened, threatening to leave bruises. The groan he let out almost sounded tortured. "Fuck, Bunny..."

It was San's turn to talk, grabbing your hand and giving it a little squeeze, "Such a filthy fucking whore ain’t ya baby? You, really begging to be knocked up. So cute." His voice was dripping in eagerness, making your heart beat wildly. Seonghwa fisted his cock in one hand, lining it up at your entrance and teasing you by pushing the rounded tip against your little hole. 

“Is that what you want, want to be ours?” he asked, a feral grin curling the edges of his mouth as he caught your eye. Still holding your gaze captive with his own, he brought his thick cock down on your clit, giving it a hard smack and making you jerk as pleasure and a tiny bit of pain surged through you. San used this moment to tug your hand towards his cock, letting you wrap your hand around the thick appendage.

You squeezed, causing San to let out a stagnant hiccup. Seonghwa took this moment while your focus was on the other man to press his cock against you, pushing until the cock head slipped inside your dripping cunt. Your walls clenched around him quickly, drawing a ragged moan from both of you, “Fuck we are never gonna let you go after this Bunny,” he muttered through gritted teeth as he slowly pushed deeper, making you take inch after inch of his thick cock.

"Fuck, you're so b-big Hwa." You babbled out staring up into Seonghwa’s dark eye. His expression contorted in determination and you cried out when he shoved the last few inches of his cock into your pussy in one fatal swoop.

“We are the only ones allowed to fuck you, Bunny. You hear, you're mine.” He growled in your ear, not giving you any time to adjust to the feeling of him but luckily from your previous high, you were wet enough that he slipped in and out with ease. San bit the other ear whining as he felt your hand move in time to Seonghwa's thrusts. "No one fucks you without our permission..."

“We are gonna make you our pretty little whore? You want that baby, to be our cock sleeve?” San emphasized every word in the last question as Seonghwa thrusted roughly into you making your tits bounce. You squirm, writhing but San just pined your shoulders down while Seonghwa pinned your hips. Your thighs started to ache as they were spread wide, riding up the side of Seonghwa’s waist while you tried to cling to Sans's biceps. You felt so ruined, so used, and they’d barely even fucked up yet. 

“Please, sir. Yes, please. Only for you two,” You cried out a little too easily, coming to terms no one would fuck you the way your friends could. “Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours, all of me. Have me as you please. Just please fuck me harder.” You became a blabbering mess, tears streaming down your face from frustration and desperation. A simple pleased grin painted Seonghwa’s angelic features. He then suddenly kissed you, sweeping his tongue in your mouth with such possessiveness it made you melt into him. When he pulled away, he dropped a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth and it was then when you only realized you were smiling, brightly… Happily

Seonghwa sat up slightly again, looking over to San, who looked pleadingly as if he was being left out. The older male just smiled, pulling the younger by his thigh to bring him closer, letting Seonghwa wrap his hand around your smaller one that still slowly tugged on San’s cock. A moan left all of your lips as Seonghwa began to thrust against but in time with the pumps he gave San. “That’s it. Stroke him like this bunny. Be a good little slut and help our Sannie out.”

The nickname he gave his friend sent your body into a dizzy haze, simply nodding at his words in agreement. Seonghwa sat up, letting go of San so you could continue before he swiped the phone from the ground. He held the device above your bodies angling it to get all of the action in one shot. For a moment you wondered why the flash didn’t turn on but simply just clicked once, it was then you realized he took a photo. He threw his head back for a moment, basking in the way he could feel your body react to every thrust he gave you. “Here Sannie, wanna go?”

Your friend pulled his cock out ever so slowly, dragging his thick length against your abused folds, making you feel every single inch of him. You shivered suddenly, one from the loss of body heat and two from being stuffed full. But before you could protest to anything, San gently tugged your hand off him before getting up, walking off towards the door. This gave you a perfect view of his plump ass. Without warning, Seonghwa thrusted back inside you filling you up with a quick, brutal stroke, completely pulling your mind from the tall drink of water back to him. Your spine curved and your eyes rolled back, while your lips parted with a sharp ‘fuck’. “Eyes on me princess I’m still the one fucking you.”

The sharpness in Seonghwa’s voice got you spinning. So he was possessive even when he shares, noted. You thought, but before you could say anything to him, you noticed San had returned with some pillows. Fresh clean ones? He must have parked his trucks near and the fucker just walked outside butt naked to grab pillows. Seonghwa moved over, pulling out of you quicker than you could comprehend before San took his place between your shaky thighs... The younger male then lifted your hips with the strength you had no idea he possessed, placing a folded pillow under you. Seonghwa had taken San’s old spot but this time he was stroking his own cock, telling you to focus on the other man in the room.

You watched intensely as San brought his thick girthy cock to your wet hole. Once you were settled and San started to push his way into the point you felt nicely stuffed from his giant cock, you felt him place a hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge poking out. “Fuck Doll, If I knew you felt this good, I would have fucked you sooner.” He moaned shaking at the way your walls clenched around him. Your hazy gaze noticed a flash from a camera again, taking another photo of you, and another from another angle.

“See how petty you look all stretched out and stuffed full of San’s cock. Seonghwa growled, turning the phone so you could see the photo he had taken.

There you were, and you looked positively ruined. Your legs were spread wide and forced open around San’s strong thighs and hands, your pussy wrapped tightly around his thick cock. Hwa had caught you at the perfect moment and your body was arched up with your tits on full display and nipples peaked tight. But it was your face that had conveyed how much pleasure you were in at that moment, a pout in your bottom lip and eyes rolled back in your head so only the whites were visible. It was easily the most filthy photo that had ever seen of yourself. And you couldn’t help but admit it, but you loved it… Your eyes stared at the image greedily as your pussy gushed with more arousal tightening around San.

You almost whine when Seonghwa turns the phone away from you. It was too soon, you hadn’t finished examining every detail yet. But your focus landed on San, seeing hunger dressed with dark eyes as he gazed at the photo Seonghwa was showing him. They both loved the image just as much as you did, maybe even more…”You look so hot baby, like the perfect little cock sleeve.”… Definitely more.

San’s eyes suddenly snapped to Hwa’s taking out a short breath as he kept slowly fucking you with deep, sensual strokes of his hips. Hwa’s brows were raised in response to the other male, almost as if he was considering something. You squirmed, wanting to be in on the thought, but also wanting to be fucked harder. “Should I send this to Mingi?” Seonghwa chuckled watching intensely as your expression changed from blissed out to pure shock.

Out of all the fucking thing’s this wild card of a man could say, that wasn’t something you thought you’d ever leave his lips. Since practically being fucked beyond your freakiest dreams, you had completely forgotten about Mingi. You felt guilt riddled through your heightened body, feeling a little ashamed at how you whined as soon as he spoke. “He told us how needy you seemed when you saw him tonight, almost giving him a few kisses in the kitchen.”

Seonghwa’s words were cruelly calm, like he was just having a simple conversation. For someone who had possession in his veins, you expected him to be angry, jealous… but he almost seemed amused. San snapped his hips, bringing your attention back to him. He must have sensed the confusion in your eyes because his grin explained everything, “We know how he looks at you, Doll. They all do. They would all love to get inside your pretty cunt here…” San placed his hand over your pelvis, the gesture dominant, and asserting. “Even your best friend Yunho…”

“But none of them would dream of touching you. Not until we say so...” You shivered at the certainty in San’s voice, goosebumps rising all over your skin at the sheer thought in his words. Not only had he and Seonghwa both talked about how much they wanted to fuck you, but All of them had wanted you enough that San and Seonghwa had laid claim to you first before any of them so much as looked in your direction. It was at that moment you realized this was far more than a one-night stand to both men, and you immediately felt relieved. If he was telling your friends to back off, then they both definitely wanted more than a hookup, and that made your heart ach in pleasure.

Seonghwa was grinning down at you as he watched you process what San had told you, going on when it seemed he had your attention again. “Mingi and the others were even nice enough to help us set all this up,” Seonghwa explained. “I think they deserve a little thank you for their hard work, no?” There was a teasing curve to Seonghwa’s lips as if he didn’t expect you to agree.

For how long you've been friends with all these men, they certainly did not know you as much as they thought. Seonghwa's suggestion... Not only did it make you burn with need but the sheer idea of him and San showing off to your friends with photos of you being fucked out on San's cock was even better, "Do it." you said with desperation, staring Seonghwa dead in the eyes. "My body is yours to do what you want. please, please share it if you want to."

Both men's faces went slack with surprise, making them both freeze and San slowing his thrusts. San's body was still except for his eyes, which raced around your expression that was still glued to Seonghwa. He was trying to see if you were really serious or not, but after a moment, he spoke up, making both you and Hwa look in his direction. "Remind me of your safe word, darling." 

You sat slowly up on his elbows, tilting your head so it was inches from San before whispering with a smirk, “Purple.” Then slipping your lips on his. You felt him groan in your mouth, snaking his hand on the back of your neck. You felt Seonghwa shift before walking off somewhere else in the room, almost drawing your attention away.

But when he pulled away, he didn’t go far, pressing his forehead to yours and looking you in the eyes. “You can use that word at any time,” he reminded you. “If you don’t like something we say or something we’re going to do, you have to promise me you’ll use it."

You hum with a bright smile, “I’m not gonna use it, Sannie. I trust both of you.” When you lifted up, trying to capture his lips in another kiss, he backed off, and you whined softly, falling back onto the soft cushions. “Fuck, just send the photo to the others already…” you muttered dramatically. “I want you to….” you groaned, your pussy clenching down on his thick length at the dirty thoughts swirling in your mind.

San started to rut his hips into you without a second thought, living in the feeling of your warm cunt. But he shook the thought, gritting his teeth while forcing himself to stop his hips, and then he heard a whistle. “Hey, here.”

San gave Seonghwa a mouth pop, pulling out of you entirely, making you gasp at the sudden empty feeling. he chuckled before standing up, letting you see him in all his glory. “You’re not thinking properly…” He accused a little too harshly, watching you twist yourself until you sat on your knees in front of him, licking your lips. Before you could latch your grippers on his cock, he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together, tugging your face up to look at him in the eyes. “You’re thinking with your cunt, love.”

He helped you up, with Seonghwa suddenly standing behind you, sandwiching you between both men. You turned around to face Hwa this time, snaking your hands along his chest, kissing his neck. “How is this any different to you two wanting to fuck me raw hmm?” You whispered against Seonghwa’s soft skin, letting him grip your hips, and basked in the kisses you were littering on him. You were starting to get frustrated with every moment spent with neither of them fucking you. “Sending a pic to the boys seems less risky if you think about it now huh?”

San just rolled his eyes, walking over to where Seonghwa was before. Hwa, on the other hand, took this moment to capture your wandering lips while slowly walking you backwards towards the table, and Seonghwa had laid blankets over. Your knees hit the edge of the wood, making you break the kiss. Hwa helped you put onto the piece of furniture, laying you down gently. You looked up and saw Seonghwa between your legs and San with an irritated yet lustful expression, staring down at you dominantly. “You think, we’d actually risk knocking you up?”

He didn’t give you any time to reply before he continued, “I know you’re on birth control ‘cause I heard you complaining about it to Yunho.” He was now inches from your face, his breath tickling your cheeks as he also held your shoulders down. “You also slipped up and said that you would never fuck someone raw when we were all drunk the other night while playing truth or dare.” his dark eyes were wild with frustration, “We are your friends…We do listen.”

Tears swam in your eyes at the realization that the two men you had been fearing didn’t like you back and had been listening to you more closely than you realized. When you grabbed his face and pulled him down for a fierce kiss, he let you. He let you lead for a moment before he took over, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and tangling with yours at the same time Seonghwa began to slip inside your waiting pussy, rolling his hips against you. You moaned into San’s mouth, wrenching away to pant out the feeling of Hwa’s thick cock stretching you once again. “H-hwa!” you cried on a gasp.

Seonghwa leaned down to kiss your chest, thrusting into you at a slow, steady pace. San pecked your cheek before grabbing the phone he had been using this whole night. He clicked his tongue before slyly holding it up to your face, whispering. “Look at the phone sugarcube.” When you did the screen, lit up before the phone unlocked. San chuckled at your confused expression at the thought he somehow managed to add your face ID to his phone, but when you saw the home screen, you realized it was, in fact, your phone. These two men had been using your phone this entire time, recording your body on your own camera. That meant that if these two wanted to send or see these videos and photos again, you would have to send it to them. Your jaw dropped a little at the realization, your heartwarming and tightness tingled in your chest.

San didn’t seem to notice your reaction as he scrolled through your camera roll. Your hands gripped the sides of the table as you moaned Seonghwa’s name on repeat. Seonghwa latched his plump lips on your nipple, hiking your left leg over his shoulder to fuck you at a rougher angle. “I’m gonna send this photo to myself so I can make it my background.” He bit his lip checking out a photo of you with Seonghwa’s cock deep inside your throbbing pussy. He would never admit it but the sight of Seonghwa fucking you made him go wild. 

“We’ll talk about the others later,” he promised, before tossing the phone down on the blanketed table next to you and tugging you upwards so your head dangled over the table slightly so he could mouth your cute mouth. You whined, parting your lips willingly so you could let him sink his cock into your mouth inch by inch. You hollowed your cheeks and took a deep breath while you clung to his thick thighs as he started moving.

His hips gave a short thrust as all three of you groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good on my cock, Doll,” San muttered, his hands holding the side of your face while Seonghwa gripped your ass cheek with one hand and your breast in the other.“ So fucking tight and perfect—like you were made to take my cock.” 

“You’re much to talk, this cunt is the best I’ve ever had. So fucking warm. I could sit in it forever.” Seonghwa kneaded your ass as his hips jackhammered into you. He grunted against your tits focusing on your pussy clenching around him. Then you suddenly felt his finger press against the tight hole of your ass, making you jerk a little, gagging on Sans's cock. “You gonna let us fuck this ass one day, Bunny? I bet Yunho would love the feeling of it. Mingi and him love to tag team you know.”

You moaned around San, bucking your hips in a silent plea at Seonghwa’s filth words. A dark chuckle is all the older male could rumble up mixing with the sounds of pure sin as he pulls his finger away from your ass to coat it in his own saliva before placing it right back where it was, slowly pushing on your tight hole. what was worse was that your senses have now become heightened over your vision being taken away from the angle you lay in. You feel him push again on your puckered hole before his tip breached it, making you swallow thickly. San shivered at the feeling, making him whine out, “And to think, you were scared we wouldn’t have been able to fuck you like the whore you so desperately want to be.”

“Hgnm?” you mumbled against his cock. For one second, you wondered if he’d somehow read your thoughts. The way both men had read your body all night and given you exactly what you needed made it seem possible… You started worrying you had accidentally spoken out loud at some point, but it turned out it wasn’t either of those things.

“We heard you, Bunny” Seonghwa bit out in a choked tone, frustration lacing his deep voice at himself as he felt himself nearing his climax... “We heard you talking to Yunho and Woo when you were at our place last week,” he explained. “You told them..fuck.. you thought we weren’t cut out to fuck you properly, but I knew you were wrong.” He punctuated his last word by thrusting deep inside your pussy, making you cry out and jerk backwards against San. San held you still against him with a firm grip, driving himself so deep you could feel him go down your throat. You felt so ashamed… of course they overheard you, you hadn’t been as sneaky as you thought. But then again, deep down you had hoped they heard. And it turned out it had worked, it’d just taken them a little longer—and a pair of hot Halloween masks—to prove you wrong. With Seonghwa’s finger still in your ass, his cock driving harshly into your cunt and San deep down your throat, you were completely at their mercy, and it felt fucking heavenly. All you could do was lay there and take it while listening to their filthy words, and what he said next only drove your need to new heights.

“we’ve been such good friends to you, bunny, I think we deserve a little thank you don’t you?” he growled, shoving his big dick into your abused hole with a particularly rough thrust, making you shriek at the pleasure and pain around San’s cock. “Look at you,” he practically cooed. “spread out for us, taking my cock and finger in these tight little holes while your mouth is stuffed to the brim with Sannies cock…” he said, pulling his finger out and shoving it deep at the same time he thrust his cock inside. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your jaw went slack on a strangled scream. “And you’re enjoying it just as much as I am, like a good little slut.” He repeated the movements driving you wild with the sensations. “our good little fucktoy.”

Both men were breathing heavily as their paces quickened. You didn’t know how much longer you could last, as they were pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every thrust of their hips. “Such a good girl.. fuck hngg..” San praises, throwing his head back at the feeling of you swallowing around his shaft. They both drilled their cocks into fast and rough while Seonghwa kept his finger lodged deep in your ass. “You’re ours and we can do whatever we want with your delicious holes okay Darling? Maybe even share you with the others… but not until we get out fill.”

The thought of the other fucking you at the same time nearly pushed you over the edge, but you held off, wanting to last as long as possible. You felt so good, you just wanted it to last forever. You were so close, you were pretty sure you’d agree to anything because everything either of them said sounded good to you. “gonna let all eight of us fuck you at once bunny?” you cried out around San feeling tears pour out of your bloodshot eyes.

“Rub your clit,” San ordered in a jagged tone. “Rub your little clit so Seonghwa can feel you come all over his cock like the filthy fucking slut you are and I can come down this fucking throat of yours..”

Immediately, you let go of the table, eagerly sliding it to your front to do as San said. You pressed tight little circles into your bud and, with how close you already were, it didn’t take long for the pleasure to push you right over the edge to your release. But it wasn’t until Seonghwa growled out his next words that you truly let go and fell. “Come around me Bunny baby. Come for us.” His voice was low and sweet, with a hint of desperation that almost made it sound like he was begging. It was that thrum of neediness in your friend’s voice that made you let go…

You could feel your orgasm swell like a tidal wave inside you and, for just a second, you worried about the devastation it would have on your body, heart and soul. Then, with one last driving thrust of Seonghwa and San’s cock’s, they too tipped over the edge. You came with a scream, the sound piercingly loud and gargled around San. The pleasure swept over you, wiping away everything else until you didn’t know where you ended and they began. For a brief moment, it felt like you were floating on a cloud.. a million miles away from your body. Weightless and surrounded by warmth and comfort. But then you crashed back into your body and you knew you’d never be the same, your arms and legs shaking hard as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through your limbs like sparks of electricity.

Seonghwa let out a sound that was so animalistic, you didn’t know if you could call it a groan, but it was so dirty, it made your pussy clench down on his cock. Then you could feel his dick twitch deep inside you as his load began to spill into you and fill you with warmth. San came quickly after, emptying himself down your throat, letting you slowly swallow every drop he gave you. For a moment, you and the two men just hung suspended together in your pleasure, riding out your orgasms together while Seonghwa watched his come leak from your pussy and drip down to the blankets beneath you.

Gently, Seonghwa detangled himself from you, guiding your leg slowly off his shoulder and onto the blanketed table while San pulled out of you and helped you lay your head on the oak furniture, giving you space to breathe. With the same tender care, Seonghwa eased his finger from your tight ass and pulled his cock out of your still-fluttering pussy. Seonghwa then slowly pulled up to sit up so he could wrap his arms around you, gathering you against his chest. You curled up in his arms quickly, letting him stand securely between your aching thighs. He held you tightly as you both calmed down. You felt San’s hand firmly on your back as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. And as much as both men your comforting you, you couldn’t relax, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt of all that had just happened and what had been said during this whole situation…” San..Hwa..”

With your face tucked in the crook of Seonghwa’s neck, you couldn’t see either of their faces, so you didn’t know exactly what their expressions were but a simple ‘hmm’ got you suddenly anxious. But you still pushed through, “We’re not just friends anymore…w-what are we?”

Seonghwa squeezed you tight with his arms, his face buried in your neck. While San just chuckled patting your head, taking you and Seonghwa in his arms... “Fuck, Darling,” he mumbled on a deep exhale, “I’m trying really hard not to beg you to marry us over here.”

Your heart surged with happiness and you giggled, the sound light as air. “I might say yes,” you whispered, your hand clinging to Hwa’s arm and reaching to find Sans too. Neither of them tried to pull away, both only pressed close, groaning loudly like you were killing them. 

“Don’t fucking say that if you don’t mean it, Bunny,” Seonghwa warned. Laughing so much your shoulders shook, you could feel the answering smile on Seonghwa’s lips when he pressed a kiss to your neck.

You pulled away, letting both men stand up properly to gaze at you. You kissed both of them. San first and Seonghwa. It was slow and sweet. But when you went back for another one with San you could feel it slowly turn as he licked your lips so his tongue you slip into your mouth. He kissed you possessively as Seonghwa bit softly on your collarbone. It left you gasping for air as you whispered against your friend’s lips. “I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

San smiled against your lips before pulling back away from you, loving filling in his expression. “Doll, we’ve been yours since the first day we met in high school.” He sighed heavily. “I liked being your friend. It would’ve been enough for us, really, but we had to know.. we had to know if we had a chance..”

After a little while, the happy little bubble you and the two boys had created started to bring in the cool night air, making you shiver hard in Seonghwa’s arms. San dropped a kiss to the crown of your head, and then he was quickly grabbed clothes that lay in disarray about the clubhouse. Seonghwa wrapped you in the blanket you were on, pulling it tight around your shoulders and letting it hang down to your feet. San typed out a quick text to the group chat. The boys and you were all in saying you were fine and that they were going to head back to your place. And before any of them could even respond, San promised to fill them in later, then shut the phone off...

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【Synopsis】 : You started to think you were losing your mind. Where on earth is your underwear disappearing to? Your roommate wouldn't happen to know, right?

『Word count』 : 750

-> Genre: Smut. Roommate au.

Pairing: Bestfriend!Wooyoung x AFab!Reader

[Warnings] : Masturbation. Pantie fucking. Swearing. Pet names. Kisses. Light banter. Flirting.

Note: I'M BACCKKKKKKK!!! DID YALL MISS ME HEHE.

My darling @shinestarhwaa , the minute i saw your request, i was up all night thinking about it. I would have made this longer, but Idk why i didn't, honestly, haha. I hope you like it hehe.

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This was the fifth pair in weeks that had gone missing. At first, you thought you might have been forgetting them at the laundromat in the basement of your apartment. But when you couldn’t find them there you started to believe only one thing. Standing in your silky robe with your hands on your hips, you head down the hall from the bathroom, going past your room towards your roommate. If anyone knew what might have happened it’ll be him. 

But little did you know, Wooyoung, your precious roommate was the one stealing them. It didn’t start like this at first. One time he did his laundry with your stuff and one of your pretty pink pairs of lacy panties got mixed up with his stuff. Tucked perfectly in his jeans. Out of sight. When he was putting his clothes away, he couldn’t help it, you were napping and he didn’t want to sneak into your room, fearing he’d wake you. 

So he did the natural thing. He was going to leave them on his counter and wait until you woke up. He was going to leave them on his counter…. He was going to wait. Wait for you to wake… How on earth can your panties be so soft? Are they silk? So warm, and they smell like your floral detergent. God, they're perfect. “Fuck…”

He was ashamed at first, rushing to pull his sweats down, awkwardly wrapping the garment around his aching cock. He had never came so hard in his life before feeling the sweet material around himself. It was messy, filthy. Sinful. He couldn’t help himself, as the days turned into weeks and one pair turned into five. He hid them under his bed, of course, not knowing what to do with the cum filled cloth. He couldn’t just put them in a wash, cause you do the washing nine out of ten. And he couldn’t possibly say all of these panties just happened to end up in his load. He was in too deep. So hiding them became the best option.

Then a knock at the door alerted him. He was right in the middle of pleasuring himself with your panties when you walked in and man the look on your face turned him pale. Pure shock was best to describe your features. Standing there in a bathrobe of all things, looking at him with utter disbelief. Wooyoung wanted nothing more than to hide away, and never return. Tucking his cock away in his sweats, his hand was tightly clutching the -your- panties. “I… I. uh. I can explain.”

“I was wondering where my panties went. What the fuck Youngie!?” You folded your arms across your chest, tapping your bare foot on the ground. “Do you have the rest of them??”

Wooyoung’s brain had successfully stopped working, just staring at you like a deer in headlights. In his mind, your friendship was over, but in yours, he needed to be punished. Sure it was weird but not the worst thing you’ve seen. And it probably doesn’t make it as bad since you have a huge crush on him. So right now, you wanted to play a game. Since he made you lose your mind, you wanted him to have just a taste. “Well? Why did you do it? I’ve been searching myself stupid for them.”

“Look, doll, I’m so sorry. It just happened and I couldn’t stop. I uh… god I’m a creep.” He was still seated in the middle of his bed, banging his head lightly on his headboard. You were silent for a moment, letting him sit in some guilt before you couldn’t hold back the smile. Starting to laugh. This caught Wooyoung’s attention so fast, letting him snap his neck in your direction.

“Oh lighten up Youngie.” You waltz over to him, leaning down so your face is inches away from his blushed one. “Just tell me so I don’t lose my mind over where they went.” he kissed his cheek before turning away and heading for the door.

Wooyoung didn’t move though, no, he sat with bulbous eyes watching you with a stopped heart. You gave him one more smile before saying. “Oh and next time you want to fuck your cock with something of mine. maybe try my pussy.”

And with that you left with a beaming smile, closing the door to leave Wooyoung with his short-circuited mind and aching hard cock.

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Hey I really liked your bts aftercare reaction and was wondering if you would do the same for ateez?

Hey thank you for your request, you actually happen to be my first request ever ahahah so again thank you!

ATEEZ how they do aftercare

Seonghwa

Aftercare with Seonghwa depends on what type of sex you just had. If it was more loving or sweet then Seonghwa would just pull you close and cuddle you for ages while whispering sweet praises into your ears such as “my beautiful baby” or “you did so well hmm.” However, if Seonghwa was rougher with you then this calls for a bath where he can massage your sore muscles, don’t worry the praises are still there.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong’s favourite thing is to cum together, most of the time will make sure that you always cum together. Makes everything seem more connected, so your always a little emotional during the aftermath but it’s ok because you also love cumming together. Hongjoong holds you close and rocks you gently back and forth until you've calmed down, “have some water love” Hongjoong will always offer water because it helps you feel less drained.

Yunho

A little unsure of what you need because every time is different, sometimes you want cuddles more than anything and at other times you don’t want to touch him until you have a shower. Yunho observes you to see what you need. When your in a needy mood then he knows you want cuddles so he is quick to throw his arms around you and kiss your forehead. On those other days, he asks to join you in the shower so he can still give aftercare in the form of washing you.

Yeosang

Who’s got 2 thumbs and is the king of aftercare? all hail king Yeosang, please. We all know Yeosang likes it rough because he is a kinky shit so the aftercare is extensive. You're panting heavily as Yeosang undoes the ties that bound you together, he reminds you to breathe and directs you how so that you can safely come down from cloud nine. then he rubs cream on any wounds he may have left, lastly, he opts for cuddles because the both of you can’t ever have enough cuddles. Sometimes he runs a bath, but he doesn’t want to disturb you until your in a normal headspace again.

San

You roll off of San with a sigh, completely happy with what just transpired, a smile plastered on your face. “How was that baby,” San asked while gently stroking your hair, looking at you with so much adoration. You just hummed in response, too blissed out to form sentences right now. You really wanted to just cuddle and maybe take a small nap, so did San if he was honest but first he helped you to drink some water.

Mingi

So cute when giving aftercare honestly just so cute sometimes you just want to have sex to experience some of Mingi’s stella and hella cute aftercare. Mingi is quick to hand you a glass of water, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you drink. Then Mingi situates you safe in his arms and asks what you thought, what can he do to better please you next time, which makes you giggle and kiss his lips to shut him up and respond with “baby you were perfect.” Mingi would just cuddle you after that, the both of you not getting up until you start to feel hugry.

Wooyoung

Is quick to praise you, especially if degradation is a kink that he used on you that night but will praise you anyway such as “You were such a good girl” or “my wonderful and amazing princess” If your a little emotional then he will wrap you up in his arms, help you to breathe and relax before slightly forcing you to drink water. If your not emotional then straight away he will ask you to drink water before massaging any sore muscles or maybe makeout for a bit.

Jongho

Jongho knows what you need even if you don’t think you need it yourself. The last time he only did what you asked you ended up having a sub drop so Jongho decided that he needed to stay in his dom headspace during aftercare as well so that you were well taken care of. “Jongho I don’t need a bath right now I want cuddles” You would whine in protest. “No babygirl bath first, that way I can massage you and help you relax then I promise cuddles.”

ATEEZ reaction you have trouble sleeping

SEONGHWA

You couldn't sleep, and you were unsure why. No matter how many times you tossed and turned or how many dam sheep you counted, you just couldn't sleep. It seemed that Seonghwa noticed that you couldn't sleep as you laid there starring at the ceiling. "Baby, why are you awake?" Seonghwa mumbled and slowly turned around to face you. "I can't sleep" you stated bluntly, there was no need to beat around the bush. "Aw, come here gorgeous" Seonghwa pulled you into his arms, resting your head on his chest as he started to softly sing to you. Seonghwa knew that his singing always made you drift off and he smiled when he saw your eyes close.

HONGJOONG

You didn't know what to do, your hands were shaking as you drank yet another glass of water, sleep was not your friend tonight even though you really needed it since you had to wake up early the next day. Hongjoong came walking down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and yawning in confusion. "Are you ok? why are you up?" Hongjoong asked and frowned when he saw how panicked you looked. "I can't sleep even though I need sleep ugh why can't I fall asleep!" you were frantic so Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck. "shh, relax baby, lets go back to bed and I'll give you a head massage hmm?" This made you moan with delight, head massages were your favourite.

YUNHO

You continued to toss and turn, letting out a frustrated groan in protest. Since you moved in with Yunho you hadn't slept alone, up until tonight when Yunho was called away for a work trip. It was your first night sleeping alone in months and you just couldn't fall asleep. So much to the point that you were taking out your phone and calling him. "Baby what's wrong?" Yunho was quick to ask since he knew that it was really late where you were. "I didn't want to bother you it's just I can't sleep it feels so weird without you next to me" you ranted in pout. "Aw baby your never a bother, it's weird for me to be away from you too. Do you want me to talk to you until you drift off?" "Yes please!"

YEOSANG

You had the TV playing, but you weren't watching it. You were more so starring mindlessly at it, hoping that the light would make your eyes tired. Sleep? you didn't know her tonight. "Babe, babe? where did you go?" Yeosang asked in confusion as he walked around trying to find you, he was more confused when he saw you by the TV. "Babe what happened to our cuddles?" Yeosang asked in pout. "I'm sorry I just can't sleep" you replied and turned the TV off, but left the lamp on. "do you know why you can't sleep?" Yeosang asked as he slid in behind you and so you could lay against his chest. "I'm probably just worried about Friday, I want it to go well you know?" on Friday you had an important presentation and if it went well it could lead to a promotion. Yeosang continued to listen to you talk and softly play with your hair until you dozed off, actually the both of you dozed off.

SAN

You yawned as you sat on the couch, you were unable to fall asleep so you thought that a few minutes of staring at the screen would hurt your eyes to the point where all you would want to do is close them, hence fall asleep. You turned your head around when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Can't sleep?" San asked as he plopped himself next to you and already started cuddling. "Yeah babe, why?" "I can't sleep either" San replied with a huff, "Should I put an episode of Tail of the nine tailed on?" Since the both of you were awake and couldn't sleep and it was Saturday the next day, a little late night TV / cuddle session couldn't hurt

MINGI

You had tried everything, counting sheep, reading a few chapters of a book, drinking a glass of warm milk, even humming to yourself but no matter what you did, you just could not fall asleep. The humming must have awoken Mingi though because he turned to face you, a frown on his lips. "Can't sleep?" Mingi asked, as if he just read your mind. "Hmm" was all that you could muster up to respond. "How about a massage?" Mingi offered with a slight smirk on his face. you let out another "hmm" and were already moving into place. Mingi started with your lower back, he was hoping to start there and work his way up to your shoulders. "Does that feel nice?" Mingi teasingly asked when you moaned a little.

WOOYOUNG

You felt like shit, all night you were unable to fall asleep due to unknown reasons and now you were laid next to the toilet because you had an insane sudden urge to vomit. You tried closing your eyes and letting your thoughts wonder, but it didn't work and you let out a moan in both pain and frustration. "Wooyoung?" You called out weakly, a few tears falling down in defeat. You were so tired but also so awake and you hated it. "Whats wrong Princess?" Wooyoung was quick to wake up, being the light sleeper that he is. He was also quick to sit down and pull you into his arms. "Breathe babygirl, shh I know your tired shh" Wooyoung rubbed your back in a soothing motion and slightly swayed you, in hopes that it would help you sleep. It seemed to work as you passed out not long after.

JONGHO

You groaned when you checked your phone to see what the time was, all night you had been unable to fall asleep and it was pissing you off. "Angel come here" Jongho must have awoken and you cursed yourself for being loud. "Sorry baby I just can't sleep." "I know thats why I said come here" Jongho had his arms wide open so you moved into them, he moved you so you were on your back but his arms were still around you. He then proceeded to rub your forehead and breathe warm air onto your neck. It was nice for a few minutes but you had another urge to turn into a new position. "shh shh relax angel" Jongho kept a strong hold on you so that you couldn't move, forcing you to take a deep breath and stay in this position.

Thanks for reading, btw tail of the nine tailed is my current fav k drama I so recommend you go watch it if you haven't yet. I know that I am a k pop page but if I decided to post k drama reviews would anyone want to read that? (I've been thinking of doing so.)

ATEEZ reaction choking you during sex

Warnings for smut otherwise enjoy!!!!

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is such a kinky mf you can't change my mind so choking is a must. He will always ask you if the pressure is ok and not too tight before he completely loses himself to the pleasure because he may be a dom however your comfort is still something he thinks about. You practically moan for him and ask for more because you love choking too and it just heightens everything and makes everything feel 10 times better.

Hongjoong

I see Hongjoong as more of a soft dom but choking is still a kink I can see him loving. I also think it may have been a kink that he didn't know about until you asked him to try it on you one time so he did and now he loves it. Loves the way your mouth opens as your breathing becomes more shallow and sound is enough to push him over the edge.

Yunho

Would only ever choke you if you specifically asked for it. Yunho doesn't hate it, he just doesn't get any pleasure from it like if he's choking you then it's all for you and he's doing it because you asked him to. Other things just turn him on more so he's willing to do it just not often and never on his own. Might ask you to beg for it if your in a scene or something but its all for you.

Yeosang

We all know Yeosang would love this and choking happens to be one of his biggest kinks so. Expect that most times you have sex his long thick arms are wrapping themselves around your throat and squeezing just right and maybe a little too tight at times just to make you even more light-headed but you love that and the way you basically go limp for him makes Yeosang even more hard if that's even possible.

San

I feel like San would be very into dynamics so if you wanted him to choke you, you would have to ask him nicely and address him properly. "yeah, you want me to choke you, bed for it" San is such a tease at times because when he actually gets to it, he goes wild. He might even choke you from behind as you lean against him like one hand is choking you while the other plays with your clit.

Mingi

Mingi is just so afraid of hurting you so I don't know if he's a huge fan, but he knows how much you love it so. He will only ever do it if you ask him too and if he's feeling extra nervous you might even need to direct his hand yourself and always assure him that this is what you want. He gives in though once he sees your face and how much pleasure your in so he just goes for it.

Wooyoung

Obsessed with everything you become when being choked. Wooyoung is so that kinky person in disguise like you think he's the most vanilla person ever then bam he's choking you and getting so dam hard from it. "yeah you like my hands on your throat babe?" Might even let you try choking on him but only if he's feeling it which isn't often but from time to time he just wants to be taken care of so in those times you do it to him.

Jongho

Jongho I think is a devil in surprise like he isn't into many kinks but it's well known that choking is a kink he loves whenever he's in a kinky headspace. Just likes to see you putty in his hands and loves the way his hands feel around your throat. "just like that moan for me" Jongho fucks you slow, he knows he's being a tease but it only turns him on more.

Ateez how they care for you on your period

Seonghwa

While on your period Seonghwa knows how moody you can get so he will always be there to comfort you through every emotion. If your crying he will hug you. If your angry he will put on a movie you love in hopes that it will calm you. If your in pain he will heat up a heating pad and soothingly rub your tummy. Your quite stunned that Seonghwa always knows what to do but you can’t complain cause what he does always makes you feel better.

Hongjoong

Who comes baring snacks, pain killers, and lots of cuddles and can’t wait to make you feel better? Hongjoong!!!!! When you message him asking him to come over because your on your period and it hurts, you ovby expected him to come but what you didn’t expect was for him to come baring gifts. Hongjoong bundles you up in his arms and lovingly feeds you chocolate covered strawberries because he claims “just because your on your period doesn’t mean we can’t be romantic.”

Yunho

Yunho is a little awkward and doesn’t really know what to do when it comes to periods but it doesn’t mean he isn’t loving. Yunho may not want to go buy you pads but he will happily buy you your favourite food and rent your favourite movies so the two of you can have a binge day. He will spoil you with cuddles and make sure you forget all about your pain.

Yeosang

You didn’t expect Yeosang to practically be an expert when it came to your time of the month but he was. Everything that he did just made you think wow. If you showed even the slightest bit of discomfort he would be there with a heating pad and arms to be wrapped up in. He would even offer to go to the store and get you whatever you needed, to Yeosang a period was natural and not gross which made you smile.

San

San is always with you through thick and thin so you just know that he’s gonna be with you during your period to make sure your ok. San might just have a slight kink for taking care of you and it’s easy to tell that he’s kinda loving every minute. He brings over the pain killers and freshly brewed tea all ready to go, San to the rescue.

Mingi

After you message Mingi and ask him to come over, he does but is a wreck. Mingi goes overboard with the comfort because he thinks he might loose you but you assure him that your not going anywhere. He isn’t too fond of helping with the nitty gritty things *cough* blood *cough* but is totally willingly to heat up a heating pad for you and offer to make you your favourite dish of his so you can just eat and cuddle all day.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung was a lot better at dealing with periods than he originally expected. Wooyoung thought he was gonna be a mess but that was far from the case. He was right there with you in the moment so that he could take care of you as best as he can. Is always willing to go to the store and get whatever you need, or just cuddle and watch movies all day! Will comfort you though all your mood swings and that just makes you love Wooyoung even more!

Jongho

Is a little unsure of what to do but is ready and willing to do whatever you ask of him. Need a heating pad? done. Need some new pads? done. Need some food? done. Just want to be held and loved so you can cry and let all your feelings out? say no more because Jongho will be there to help you through all your crazy emotions and brighten your day.

» Ateez Reaction [First Kiss with Ateez]

Kim HongJoong

Despite the expectation that you are something old inside him, Kim promised that he would not 'put his feet in his hands', given that he took the courage to declare himself a short time ago, and was hoping for a little bit from you and not scare you.

  Therefore, his visits to the studio became even more habitual, as he called it, since he did not feel that he had anything to lose. But Hongjoong began to feel even less in control of his impulses. And that's when it happened.

  You had to make one of his nightly visits and spend time with him. Both of you talked in your day, and he knew made of you - to show you a song about you, for you. And as he listened to the boy's words about how he was seeing, he felt his heart beat faster and he couldn't control his eyes from watering. Without realizing it, his hand, which was intertwined with the brunette's, was squeezing it, and he remained in his place, until the sound ended.

 Facing each other, it was impossible not to get lost in their eyes, and not notice that the feeling was pure and mutual. They took her free hand, then caressed her face.

    "I promised to take your time…but can I kiss you?" and it was with a "yes" that he didn't wait for, but nothing advanced on her lips in a sweet intense kiss.

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Park Seonghwa

It was her fourth straight date with the guy, and you couldn't deny that she was having the best week of her life. They went to dinners, picnics, a street fair, museums... and the brunette was always very kind and affectionate with you. But it was almost impossible not to think a little more about the situation.

  Of course, you guys were dating for a few days, but you already talked for many more, and you always made it clear your interest in the guy, and why not? Seonghwa is a handsome, kind, good-natured man, and he seemed to fit in very well with his tastes, wants and dreams... but why hadn't they kissed yet?

  After another amazing night where she was taken to the movies and then to dinner, Park left you - in her own words - "completely entire and safe" at home, but they still couldn't say goodbye properly to each other, always coming up with something. another topic for their conversation.

    “Thank you so much, you definitely made my week better” you confess after the laughter subsided and you couldn't stop staring at each other, still with a drunken smile.

  "You don't know how I've come to look forward to our dates..." he admits too, both of them grinning. That's when the question pops into your mind, but in shame, you quickly try to push it away. But I didn't count on Seonghwa knowing you well enough to know that something happened. "Everything is fine?" His tone is gentle, breaking you once again.

   With a shake of your head, you brushed off the conversation, asking about your plans for the next day, and if he didn't really believe you, he didn't say anything.

 A few minutes later — after a worried message from Hongjoong — it became clear that they really needed to say goodbye to each other. Then at the time of the goodbye – definitive – Seonghwa approached slowly, holding her face with both hands. As they got closer, it became more difficult to breathe, and you must have imagined that you could hear your heart beating inside your rib cage. The perfume Park wore, its gentle touch on her skin, it all became so intense that her eyes closed in anticipation of what came next.

  And when he felt Seonghwa's lips on his forehead, he didn't know what else to do. He was being the perfect gentleman, everything felt so magical and perfect…why haven't they kissed yet? Did he feel no attraction? Didn't he want her the same way, and therefore didn't know how to get the hell out of there?

  Your thoughts were racing, thinking about all the bad scenarios between you and Seonghwa when you suddenly felt your lips being touched by his. It was then that he felt all the butterflies in his stomach, all the thoughts fled, and there was nothing left but him. Nothing but Park Seonghwa.

Jeong Yunho

He's just perfect. Tall, handsome, polite, talented, cute, funny, and your best friend. How lucky, huh?! Having the perfect person for you right by your side, but at the same time you can't really have him...

  But there you were, trying to get over him, dating yet another guy, dating yet another guy you met, but you couldn't get your best friend out of your head. Come on, don't be so unfair... Han Jisung is also nice, he's cute, he's funny... but not like Yunho. You start mentally arguing with yourself as you watched Jisung buy you two ice creams as it was a beautiful summer day in Korea.

  When the guy returns with his desserts, he looks very happy, and you've tried to imitate the happiness in his smile, probably failing a little. But soon she found herself really excited, with the conversation they started to have. And for a few minutes you forgot about your best friend...until you saw him standing right there in front of you.

The three stare at each other for a few seconds before coming back to reality. You knew it wasn't wrong to go out with other guys, you didn't date Yunho, but why did it look like you just got caught cheating on him?

  Why was he feeling betrayed? And worse, for you? Jeong Yunho knew he wasn't your boyfriend, so why seeing you there with an acquaintance of his, having fun and smiling made your heart race the wrong way?

  You two were very obvious, for anyone who saw you, even in the situation now, would know that something was going on between the two of you, and Jisung might not think he was very smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He knew right away that he shouldn't be there.

       “Hey! I didn't know they were here...” Yunho is the first to comment as they approach. His smile is fake, you know, and it doesn't help when he can't get a good look at you.

   "Yeah, we thought it was a good day for ice cream..." Jisung replies pointing to the sky, since his throat couldn't seem to produce a single sound. The brunette next to him sighs, knowing that it's not fair to any of the three of them to continue with this situation “Well, Y/n thanks for the tips with Yeji, I think it's time for me to go put them into practice...”

   His head turns so hard and fast it almost makes you dizzy, what is he doing? And since she was looking at him confused, she couldn't see the glint of hope growing in her best friend's eyes. Leaving the scene, Jisung winks at you, indicating the boy now beside him, and then waits for him to move a little further away.

  "So Yeji..." is what the boy says, nudging you with his shoulders, and you laugh weakly repeating his words "I confess I thought you were hanging out."

  "Why? Does that bother you?" You decided to test the limits, since Jisung couldn't have gone out like that for nothing, right? That was a sign, right?

   “Yes” Yunho decides to vent, after all, seeing you there with someone different was a sign, wasn't it? A sign that he could lose you if you didn't do the right thing? The two stop walking and stand facing each other, thoughts racing, imagining what could happen at any moment. "I...I..." Yunho starts to stutter, and you're afraid of what he's going to say, and you do the most impulsive and risky thing you could possibly do.

  All Yunho knows is that one minute he's in front of her trying to confess, and the next, their lips are touching. Blinking a few times, the blonde begins to understand the situation, and surrenders.

  Despite having dreamed several times, she never thought that she could really be glued to Yunho's body, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling you closer, in the most sincere declaration of love... and yet, here you are.

Kang Yeosang

  Wooyoung is a sweetheart. He's a cute boy, kind, funny, and a little too provocative. And of course he wasn't going to leave you out of his pranks. In fact, you were its biggest victim. But the brunette's banter got a little more intense when a mutual friend between you, Yeosang, was around.

  Woo has known him for a long time, and you've known him since wooyoung dragged you to a party. The two were sitting in a corner, with their drinks, and looking bored (since luckily for you, both cell phones also ran out of batteries -Yay!) until the dark, completely drunk sat between you, hugging you. at the same time.

 From then on, where one was, Wooyoung dragged the other. Such behavior caused an involuntary and uncontrollable feeling to arise in you, and as much as you tried to hide it, you couldn't hide anything from your best friend, who on his own decided that he would put the two together.

 And here we are again, in a karaoke bar, sitting next to the blond boy as they watched wooyoung and a few more friends singing to the crowd there. Perhaps the alcohol was starting to take its toll on you, for an impressive courage took hold of you, and your eyes never left the profile of the boy beside you. The rest of the boys probably noticed, since you probably had the famous “heart eyes” from the dramas. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was watch Yeosang.

 "Are you okay?" The boy's low voice almost startled you, as he didn't turn his face to face you, but leaned back in his chair, looking at you. You noticed a flush in his cheek, but figured the drinking was starting to affect him too.

 Fortunately, the little sanity she had left, made her realize that she couldn't face him anymore, so she just nodded, and turned her head forward, surprising herself with everyone else on the stage, conflicting for a microphone before the music started.

  When Psy's “Daddy” started playing, everyone got into the choreography, really fast, and in a really funny way. She was so engrossed in their performance that she barely noticed when Yeosang approached, putting her arm on the back of her chair.

  In a few seconds of courage, also gifted by the drink, Kang touched your cheek, sliding his fingers up to your chin, lightly guiding him towards him, to face him.

 Yeosang's pretty face, had an even prettier smile, and he couldn't believe what he was doing, closing his eyes, and touching his mouth with his, so lightly that he did.

Choi San

 Saturday nights tend to mean big nights for young people just like you. Well, for you, this Saturday night was still special, there's only one small detail: you're going to do the laundry.

 It may seem silly to anyone, but the point is that maybe, you've never washed clothes before, let alone in a community laundry, and even less in the city you're new to. Of course, moving to Seoul had its benefits, but understanding how the city works is still a detail to work on.

 Some of those benefits came in human form... 8 human forms, in fact. After meeting a group of friends in college, who practically adopted you, living in an unknown place became less complicated and lonely. And since they are good and charitable souls, one of them decided that it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to give up going out on Saturday night.

 So here we are, you and Choi San alone with a big pile of dirty laundry to do. The man calmly explained to you about each cycle, water levels, types of fabrics, and the best way to sort your clothes, but all your mind could focus on was the way his eyes seemed to glow in the horrible light of the place. or else how his lips made a slight pout when he spoke a few words

 "And you're not hearing half of what I'm saying..." the brunette laughs when a question he asks doesn't get an answer other than one you staring at him. San smiles slightly embarrassed as you blink trying to come back to reality.

 "Sorry, I'd better get a cart to put this on..." you smile weakly, moving away from the boy as quickly as possible. You don't know what came over you, of course San is a handsome man, you're not blind or stupid to deny it, but since when do you face a friend of yours like that?

 As you lost yourself once more in your own head, you could barely understand the woman who took the cart from his hands. Shocked by such audacity, she held him tighter, drawing the lady's attention, who just disdained what she said, mocking her lines. “Shouldn’t have left it there then, young lady”

   "What?! I’m literally holding him...” the lady then started to pull the cart, but you were still firm in not letting her win this little dispute. Across the laundry room, San watched you, worried about letting you win your first laundry fight, but ready to step in at any moment.

  "Alright, if you want the stroller so bad..." You started to speak, hardly believing what you were going to do next, "You're going to have to take me with it!" Quickly moving one leg and then the other, you were sitting inside the cart, facing the lady who was perplexed. It didn't take more than two seconds for her to roll her eyes, and give up the conflict.

 "Very good!" Choi San emerged smiling, completely happy with her accomplishment, and for some reason you were proud of yourself. Both were grinning from ear to ear, euphoric with the situation. San approached you while still in the cart, praising you, while you barely processed that you not only won the argument, but also that San's face was very, very close to yours.

  Until, in a quick and as simple as natural, his lips touched San's for a millisecond, before the two walked away surprised and hearts pounding in their chests. The excuses start pouring out, and then you don't know if your night could get worse or more humiliating, when suddenly San's lips are glued to yours again, but intentionally.

Song Mingi

You hadn't planned to go out, exactly. But somehow they found each other and didn't let go during the day, and they couldn't get enough of each other.

 It's a cold day in the Korean winter, and they were both feeling the icy wind enter through their thousands of clothes, which now proved not so effective, and to help their luck, all the restaurants where not only the food, but also as all the hot air was, they kept incredibly full. In one of them, you were barely able to get through the door, which was shocking, this has never happened before.

  But hunger was squeezing the two of them, and against all their wills, they saw no other way out than to buy two portions of Tteokbokki to eat together. But there was only one small detail: they would be forced to take off their warm gloves. But it's okay, it's okay, you guys had some little bellies to warm up.

  And there you two were, sitting side by side on a lost bench on the sidewalk, knees rubbing, conversation being thrown away, the tteokbokki was gone, but it took you a while to notice, thus causing incredibly cold hands.

 When Mingi noticed the cold that seemed to break through his skin and go straight to his bones, he gathered the packages in the trash, and snuggled even closer to you, being closely watched by you the whole time. With the brunette closer now, you couldn't help but notice all the beauty that man has. The design of her eyes, her nose so…perfectly placed, the rosy tinge that painted her cheeks, and the shape of her mouth. Was she always this beautiful?

  You were snapped out of your thoughts the moment the boy's big hands took yours, so small by comparison, and began to blow on them to bring some human warmth to your skin.

  Now all the fun atmosphere between you has turned into a moment of anticipation. That moment when the couple in the movie are close, and they're looking at each other, and you know what's going to happen...until it happens, and it's incredibly magical. Well, there you two were.

  Then one of Mingi's hands, calmly brushed a strand of her hair from her neck, leaving her hand on the back of her neck, surprising you with the warmth of it, bringing a slight shiver to your skin. Their faces approached slowly, and when he saw it, the tips of both noses touched.

 “Y/n?” the brunette calls out to you, voice low and soft, as he begins to give you Eskimo kisses, stroking your nose with his own. “Yes” his answer was given in the same tone. "Can I ?" Mingi didn't need to specify his request, you understood his intentions well, and for fear of his voice failing, he only replied with an affirmative nod of his head.

 And after what seemed to take a lot longer than it actually did, you felt Song Mingi's sweet, gentle lips against yours. And even if they decided to go back home, and have a little more privacy, the freezing cold of Korea was still a good excuse for the two of them to stay close to the couch, exchanging kisses.

Jung wooyoung

You weren't much of a party, but he? He was the party itself. No matter where he went, who he was with, wooyoung would attract attention to him as best he could. Not that it bothered you, on the contrary, you liked to see him having fun.

 The party this time was at San's house and many friends (and strangers) were there, lots of drunk people, pranks, people talking and people dancing. You were in a corner, your drink in hand, watching the guy you've been hanging out with walking around the place. It was amazing how he could fit into different groups, and make everyone feel comfortable with him. Proof of that is you.

 The complete opposite of the guy, you are quite introverted and into your own, just trying hard to make yours with yours. And something in your manner caught the boy's attention, who found himself looking forward to seeing you every day in the cafeteria... in the college room... at events and parties...

  “Is the scrumptious lady accompanied?” Wooyoung's own voice snaps you out of your trance, smiling like a naughty child. You end up reflecting the same on your face.

   "yeah yeah, maybe you must have seen him around somewhere..." he observes as you pretend to look around the party. Taking advantage of the fun moment, the brunette takes a step forward and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling his body closer. He doesn't miss the slight reddish tinge his ears and cheeks have taken on, and you try to convince yourself that it's just to hear each other better under the music.

“What a stupid guy, leaving such a beautiful girl alone...” suddenly you were mesmerized, in that room it was just you and him. Jung Wooyoung and his youthful sparkle in his eyes, his charming smile and his woodsy scent that was simply his trademark. "You never know when another idiot will try to steal you..."

  He brought one of his hands to the back of his neck, pulling you even closer, and you couldn't deny that you were really liking him anymore, as your gaze went from his eyes to his mouth "and who is this idiot?"

 They both knew the answer, so her answer came in a sideways laugh, and then her lips pressed to his, in an intense kiss, breathtaking and envied not only in the girls, but in anyone who passed them at that moment.

Jung Jongho

Choi Jongho, unlike what many believe, is not a very difficult person to deal with, or understand. Yes, he didn't start to get used to his presence, but two as the teachers insisted on accompanying them during classes, he ended up taking off.

  And this is understood, in less time than it seems, both of you were already understanding everything about the other. He's come to understand when your mood isn't the best, it means your caffeine reservation is running low, and when he's been too quiet, it means Jongho just wants some time to be alone.

  However, all of a sudden, the boy started to avoid you. Your first shock happened on your bench seat. You were already sitten in your usual spot, when, out of nowhere, Jongho decided to take a seat next to San at the back of the class - making not only you but also San and Wooyoung, the originals lab partners, confused and partnerless. 

It was only when they had some free time, you finally found him on the school's court, the only detail was that it was raining heavily. But still, for some reason, he was there, hitting the ball.

        "You are crazy?" your voice was as loud and thundering

 as the thunder that lit up the sky at that time. The boy looked back, startling as he should, but another emotion took over his face, but it was too fast, and you soon lost what you saw. “Choi Jongho!”

  As you advanced, your footsteps were heavy and increasingly angry. Your friend has only seen you that angry once in his life, and he had hoped to never see it again. The irony is that now, he was the reason you were like this. Oh, fate… When you finally got close to the guy, you didn't think twice about asking why he's been avoiding you all day. And as I expected, Choi tried to close inside himself, more and more.

  "Don't try to run away from me again!" getting exasperated when your friend started to turn his back on you, once again, you tried to hold him, but ended up stepping wrong and almost falling. Almost. Choi Jongho's arms, which were much more muscular than you remembered, held you tight, making your heart beat faster, and your cheeks flush, as if you were in a movie scene.

Silently, he pulls you to your feet, breathing heavily, but unable to take his arms from around your waist. “Jong, why?” in a total opposite to his tone of voice when he arrived at the place, and even without being able to look at you, Jongho sighed and spoke in a voice so low, that he only heard because he was very close to him “I saw you with Chenle today”. You really didn't understand what he meant by that, but you also can't ignore that as he spoke, he squeezed your waist, not to hurt you, but like when he held your hand to calm down.

  “You were laughing, and you looked so close…it bothered me a little bit” Jongho, your best friend, felt jealous…of Chenle? One of his hands goes to the boy's strong arm, who still avoids his gaze, embarrassed and saddened by the whole situation. “Jong, you are my best…”

   He was in the middle of his speech when the boy released his body a little too rough, but without meaning to. Something about what you said bothered you, but you again didn't understand what it was. Again needing to call him at least twice more as he walked with steps as strong as his when he arrived at the place.

  "That's the problem! I am your best friend! And that's just it.” Choi couldn't take any more holding back all the feelings that she keeps in herself and started to dump them on you, without realizing it, while proclaiming about not wanting to be your friend anymore, but the person who makes you laugh, smile in the morning and at night… you were already in his arms. Her large, expressive eyes stared back at him in shock and completely transfixed. "I better go"

  Tired of hiding her feelings from the boy and also spending the day chasing him around school, and now around the court, she grabbed him by the collar and glued both lips together in a somewhat confused kiss. The moment they parted, they started staring at each other, with only one thing in mind: Oh.

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Kim HongJoong

Apesar da atração por você ser algo antigo dentro dele, o Kim prometeu que não iria 'colocar os pés entre as mãos', tendo em vista que tomou coragem para se declarar há pouco tempo, e estava esperando algum sinal seu e não te assustar.  

  Portanto suas visitas ao estúdio começaram a ser ainda mais frequentes, conforme ele tá chamava, já que ele não sentiu, ter o que perder. Porém Hongjoong passou a se sentir menos ainda no controle de seus impulsos. E foi então que aconteceu.  

  Você tinha ido fazer uma de suas visitas noturnas e passar um tempo com ele. Ambos falavam de seu dia, e ele resolveu então te mostrar uma música que tinha feito - de você, sobre você, para você. E conforme escutava, as palavras do rapaz sobre como ele te via, sentiu seu coração bater mais forte e não conseguir controlar seus olhos de marejarem. Sem perceber, sua mão que estava entrelaçada com a do moreno, a apertava, e ele se manteve em seu lugar, até o som se acabar.  

 De frente um para o outro, foi impossível não se perder em seus olhos, e não notar que o sentimento era puro e recíproco. Kim então levou a mão livre para seu rosto, acariciando a bochecha.  

    "Eu prometi esperar seu tempo..., mas posso te beijar?" e foi com um baixo "sim" que ele não esperou por, mas nada avançou nos seus lábios em um doce e intenso beijo.

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Park Seonghwa

Era seu quarto encontro seguido com o rapaz, e você não poderia negar que estava tendo a melhor semana da sua vida. Foram a jantares, picnics, uma feira de rua, museus...e o moreno a todo momento se mostrava muito gentil e carinhoso com você. Mas foi quase impossível não deixar de pensar um pouquinho a mais na situação.  

  Claro, vocês estavam saindo a poucos dias, mas já se falavam por muitos mais, e sempre deixou claro seu interesse no rapaz, e como não? Seonghwa é um homem bonito, gentil, bem humorado, e parecia ter se encaixado muito bem com seus gostos, vontades e sonhos..., mas porque ainda não tinham se beijado?  

  Após mais uma noite incrível onde foi levada para o cinema e logo em seguida um jantar, Park te deixou – segundo suas próprias palavras - “completamente inteira e segura” em casa, mas ainda não conseguiam se despedir corretamente um do outro, sempre surgindo algum outro tópico para a conversa dos dois.  

    “Muito obrigada, você definitivamente fez minha semana melhor” você confessa após as risadas diminuírem e não conseguirem mais parar de se encarar, ainda com um sorriso bêbado.  

  “Você não sabe como passei a ficar ansioso por nossos encontros...” ele admite também, ambos sorrindo largo. É quando a questão surge em sua mente, mas com vergonha, tenta afastá-la rapidamente. Porém não contava que Seonghwa já te conhecesse o suficiente para saber que algo aconteceu. “Está tudo bem?” seu tom é gentil, te quebrando mais uma vez.  

   Com um aceno de cabeça, você desconversou, perguntando sobre seus planos para o dia seguinte, e se ele não acreditou em você de fato, não comentou nada.  

 Poucos minutos depois — após uma mensagem preocupada de Hongjoong — ficou claro que realmente precisavam se despedir um do outro. Então na hora do tchau – definitivo – Seonghwa se aproximou lentamente, segurando seu rosto com ambas as mãos. Conforme se aproximavam, ficou mais difícil de respirar, e você com certeza imaginou ser possível ouvir seu coração bater dentro da caixa torácica. O perfume que Park usava, seu toque gentil em sua pele, tudo se tornou tão intenso que seus olhos se fecharam antecipando o que vinha em seguida.  

  E quando sentiu os lábios de Seonghwa em sua testa não soube mais o que fazer. Ele estava sendo o perfeito cavalheiro, tudo parecia tão mágico e perfeito... por que ainda não se beijaram? Ele não sentia atração? Ele não a queria do mesmo jeito, e, portanto, não sabia como dar o fora? 

  Seus pensamentos estavam a mil, pensando em todos os péssimos cenários entre você e Seonghwa quando de repente sentiu seus lábios serem tocados pelos dele. Foi ali então que sentiu todas as borboletas no estômago, todos os pensamentos se esvaíram, e não restou nada além dele. Nada além de Park Seonghwa.  

Jeong Yunho

Ele é simplesmente perfeito. Alto, bonito, bem educado, talentoso, fofo, engraçado, e seu melhor amigo. Quanta sorte, ein?! Ter a pessoa perfeita pra você bem ao seu lado, mas ao mesmo tempo não pode o ter de verdade... 

  Mas lá estava você, tentando o superar, saindo com mais um rapaz, mais um garoto que conheceu, mas sem conseguir tirar seu melhor amigo da cabeça. Vamos lá, não seja tão injusta... Han Jisung também é legal, é fofo, é engraçado..., só não como Yunho. Você começa a discutir mentalmente consigo, enquanto observava Jisung comprar dois sorvetes para vocês já que era um belo dia de verão na Coreia.  

  Quando o rapaz retornou com suas sobremesas, ele parecia muito feliz, e você tentou imitar a felicidade em seu sorriso, provavelmente falhando um pouco. Porém logo se viu realmente animada, com a conversa que passaram a ter. E por alguns minutos você esqueceu sobre seu melhor amigo...até o ver parado bem ali na sua frente. 

  Os três se encaram por alguns segundos até voltarem para a realidade. Você sabia que não era errado sair com outros caras, não namorava Yunho, mas por que então parecia que você acabou de ser pega o traindo?  

  Por que ele estava se sentindo traído? E pior, por você? Jeong Yunho sabia que não era seu namorado, então porque te ver ali com um conhecido dele, se divertindo e sorrindo fez seu coração acelerar do jeito errado?  

  Vocês dois eram muito óbvios, para qualquer um que os visse, mesmo na situação agora, saberia que alguma coisa acontecia entre os dois, e Jisung poderia não se achar muito inteligente, mas também não era burro. Ele soube na hora, que não deveria estar alí.  

        “Hey! Não sabia que estavam por aqui...” Yunho é o primeiro a comentar quando se aproximam. Seu sorriso é falso, você sabe, e não ajuda nada quando ele não consegue te olhar direito. 

    “Pois é, achamos que era um bom dia para tomar sorvete...” Jisung responde apontando para o céu, já que sua garganta parecia não conseguir produzir um som sequer. O moreno ao seu lado suspira, sabendo que não é justo com nenhum dos três continuar com essa situação “Bom, Y/n obrigada pelas dicas com a Yeji, acho que é hora de eu ir colocá-las em prática...” 

  Sua cabeça vira tão forte e rápida que quase te faz ficar tonta, o que ele está fazendo? E já que o olhava confusa, não podia ver o brilho de esperança crescer nos olhos do seu melhor amigo. Saindo de cena, Jisung pisca pra você, indicando o rapaz agora ao seu lado, e então o espera se afastar um pouco mais. 

  “Então a Yeji...” é o que o rapaz diz, te cutucando com os ombros, e você ri fraco repetindo suas palavras “Confesso que pensei que estavam saindo”  

   “Por que? Isso te incomoda?” Você resolveu testar os limites, já que o Jisung não poderia ter saído daquele jeito pra nada, certo? Aquilo era um sinal, certo?  

   “Sim” Yunho decide desabafar, afinal te ver ali com alguém diferente, foi um sinal, não foi? Um sinal de que ele poderia te perder se não tomasse uma atitude certa? Os dois param de andar e ficam um de frente para o outro, pensamentos a mil, imaginando o que pode acontecer a qualquer momento. “Eu...Eu...” Yunho começa a gaguejar, e você tem medo do que ele vai dizer, e faz a coisa mais impulsiva e arriscada que poderia fazer. 

  Tudo o que Yunho sabe é que uma hora ele está na sua frente tentando se confessar, e no outro, seus lábios estão se tocando. Piscando algumas vezes, o loiro passa a compreender a situação, e se entrega. 

  Apesar de ter sonhado várias vezes, nunca pensou que poderia realmente estar colada sob o corpo de Yunho, suas mãos enroscadas em sua nuca, te puxando para mais perto, na mais sincera declaração de amor... e mesmo assim, aqui está você.  

Kang Yeosang

Wooyoung é um amor de pessoa. Ele é um menino fofo, gentil, engraçado, e um pouquinho provocador de mais. E claro que ele não ia te deixar de fora de suas brincadeiras. Na verdade, você era sua maior vítima. Mas as brincadeiras do moreno ficavam um pouco mais intensas quando um amigo em comum entre vocês, Yeosang estava por perto.  

  Woo o conhecia desde muito tempo, e você o conhecia desde que wooyoung te arrastou para uma festa. Os dois estavam sentados em um canto, com suas bebidas, e cara de tédio (já que para a sorte de vocês, ambos os celulares também acabaram as baterias –Yay!) até que o moreno, completamente bêbado sentou entre vocês, abraçando-os ao mesmo tempo.  

 A partir de então, onde um estava, Wooyoung arrastava o outro. Tal comportamento fez com que um sentimento involuntário e incontrolável surgisse em você, e por mais que tentasse disfarçar, não conseguia esconder nada de seu melhor amigo, que por conta própria decidiu que juntaria os dois.  

 E aqui estamos nós novamente, em um bar karaokê, sentada ao lado do rapaz loiro, enquanto observavam wooyoung e mais alguns amigos cantando para o público ali. Talvez o álcool estava começando a fazer efeito em você, pois uma coragem impressionante tomou conta de si, e seus olhos não deixavam o perfil do rapaz ao seu lado. O resto dos meninos provavelmente perceberam, já que você provavelmente tinha os famosos “heart eyes” dos doramas. Mas no momento, tudo o que queria era observar Yeosang. 

 “Você está bem?” A voz baixa do rapaz quase te assustou, já que ele não virou o rosto pra te encarar, mas se recostou na cadeira, te olhando. Você percebeu um tom avermelhado em sua bochecha, mas imaginou que a bebida estava passando a afetá-lo também.  

 Felizmente a pouca sanidade que ainda lhe restava, a fez perceber que não poderia mais o encarar, então apenas acenou afirmativamente com a cabeça, e virou sua cabeça para frente, se surpreendendo com todos os outros em cima do palco, disputando por um microfone antes da música começar.  

 Quando “Daddy” do Psy começou a tocar, todos se entrosaram na coreografia, muito rápido, e de um jeito muito engraçado. Estava tão absorta na apresentação deles, que mal notou quando Yeosang se aproximou, colocando seu braço no apoio da sua cadeira.  

  Em alguns segundos de coragem, também presenteado pela bebida, Kang tocou sua bochecha, deslizando seus dedos até seu queixo, levemente guiando-o em sua direção, para encará-lo.

 O rosto bonito de Yeosang, tinha um sorriso ainda mais bonito, e ele não acreditava no que estava fazendo, fechando os olhos, e tocando sua boca com a dele, tão levemente que o fez         

Choi San

Sábados à noite tendem a significar grandes noites para pessoas jovens, assim como você. Bom, pra você, esse sábado à noite não deixou de ser especial, só com um pequeno detalhe diferente das outras pessoas: você vai lavar roupa. 

 Pode parecer coisa boba para qualquer um, mas a questão está no fato de que talvez, você nunca tenha lavado sua roupa sozinha antes, e muito menos em uma lavanderia comunitária, e menos ainda em uma nova cidade. Claro, mudar para Seul teve seus benefícios, mas entender como a cidade funciona ainda é um detalhe a se trabalhar.  

 Alguns desses benefícios vieram em forma humana... 8 formas humanas, na verdade. Após conhecer um grupo de amigos na faculdade, que praticamente te adotou, viver em um lugar desconhecido passou a ser menos complicado e solitário. E já que são almas boas e caridosas, um deles decidiu que não seria muito incômodo abrir mão de sair sábado à noite para te ajudar com suas roupas sujas.  

 Então aqui estamos, você e Choi San sozinhos com um grande amontoado de roupas sujas para serem lavadas. O homem te explicava calmamente sobre cada ciclo, níveis de água, tipos de tecidos, e o melhor jeito de separar suas roupas, mas tudo o que sua mente conseguia focar era no modo como os olhos dele pareciam brilhar sob a luz horrível do lugar, ou então como os lábios dele faziam um leve biquinho quando ele falava algumas palavras  

 “E você não está ouvindo metade do que estou falando...” o moreno ri quando uma pergunta feita por ele não obtém uma resposta além de uma você o encarando. San sorri levemente envergonhado quando você pisca tentando voltar à realidade.  

 “Desculpa, é melhor eu pegar um carrinho para colocar isso...” você sorri fraco se afastando do rapaz o mais rápido possível. Você não sabe o que deu em você, claro que San é um homem bonito, você não é cega, nem estúpida para negar isso, mas desde quando encara um amigo seu assim? 

 Enquanto se perdia mais uma vez em sua própria cabeça, mal podia compreender a mulher que pegava o carrinho de suas mãos. Chocada com tal atrevimento, o segurou mais forte, chamando a atenção da senhora, que apenas desdenhou do que disse, debochando de suas falas. “Não deveria ter deixado por aí então, mocinha” 

 “O que?! Eu estou literalmente segurando ele...” a senhora então começou a puxar o carrinho, mas você ainda estava firme em não a deixar vencer essa pequena disputa. Do outro lado da lavanderia, San te observava preocupado se deveria interferir, ou te deixar vencer sua primeira briga de lavanderia sozinha, mas estava inegavelmente pronto para intervir a qualquer momento. 

  “Tudo bem, se a senhora quer tanto o carrinho...” Você começou a falar, mal acreditando no que faria a seguir, “Vai ter que me levar com ele!” Passando rapidamente uma perna e depois a outra, você estava sentada dentro do tal carrinho, encarando a senhora que estava perplexa. Não demorou mais que dois segundos para ela rolar os olhos, e desistir do conflito.  

 “Muito bem!” Choi San surge sorrindo completamente contente com seu feito, e por algum motivo você estava orgulhosa de si mesma. Ambos sorriam de orelha a orelha, eufóricos com a situação. San se aproximou de você ainda no carrinho, te elogiando, enquanto você mal processava que não só ganhou a discussão, mas como também que o rosto de San estava muito, muito próximo do seu.  

  Até que em um rápido e tão singelo quanto natural, seus lábios tocaram os de San por um milésimo de segundo, antes dos dois se afastarem surpresos e de corações batendo forte em seus peitos. As desculpas começam a sair, e então você já não sabe mais se sua noite pode piorar ou ficar mais humilhante, quando de repente os lábios de San estão colados nos seus mais vez, mas intencionalmente.     

Song Mingi

Vocês não tinham combinado de sair, exatamente. Mas de alguma forma se encontraram e não se soltaram durante o dia, e não conseguiram se cansar um do outro.  

 É um dia frio no inverno da Coréia, e ambos estavam sentindo o vento gélido entrar por entre suas milhares de roupas, que agora se mostravam não tão eficazes, e para ajudar a sorte dos dois, todos os restaurantes onde não somente as comidas, mas também como todo o ar quente estava, se mantinham incrivelmente cheios. Em um deles, vocês mal conseguiram entrar pela porta, o que era chocante, aquilo nunca aconteceu antes. 

  Mas a fome estava apertando os dois, e contrariando todas as suas vontades, não viram outra saída a não ser comprar duas porções de Tteokbokki para comerem juntos. Mas tinha apenas um pequeno detalhe: seriam obrigados a tirar suas luvas quentinhas. Mas tudo bem, tudo bem, vocês tinham umas barriguinhas para esquentar. 

  E lá estavam vocês dois, sentados lado a lado em um banco perdido na calçada, os joelhos se roçando, conversa sendo jogada fora, o tteokbokki se foi, mas vocês acabaram demorando para perceber, causando assim mãos incrivelmente geladas.  

 Quando Mingi percebeu o frio que parecia atravessar sua pele e ir direto para seus ossos, juntou as embalagens no lixo, e se aconchegou mais perto ainda de você, sendo atentamente observado por você o tempo todo. Com o moreno agora mais perto, você não pôde deixar de reparar em toda a beleza que aquele homem tem. O desenho de seus olhos, seu nariz tão...perfeitamente colocado, o tom rosado que pintou em suas bochechas, e o formato da sua boca. Ela sempre foi tão bonita assim?  

  Você foi tirada de seus pensamentos, no momento em que as grandes mãos do rapaz seguraram as suas, tão pequenas comparadas, e passou as assoprar, para levar um pouco de calor humano à sua pele.  

  Agora todo o clima divertido entre vocês se transformou em um momento de expectativa. Aquele momento de quando o casal do filme está perto, e estão se olhando, e você sabe o que vai acontecer...até que acontece, e é incrivelmente mágico. Bom, lá estavam vocês dois. 

  Então uma das mãos de Mingi, calmamente tirou uma mecha de seu cabelo do seu pescoço, deixando a mão em sua nuca, te surpreendendo com o calor da mesma, trazendo um leve arrepio à sua pele. Seus rostos se aproximaram lentamente, e quando viu, as pontas de ambos os narizes tocaram.  

 “Y/n?” o moreno te chama, voz baixa e suave, enquanto ele começou a te dar beijinhos de esquimó, acariciando seu nariz com o próprio. “Sim” sua resposta lhe foi dada no mesmo tom. “Posso?” Mingi não precisava especificar o seu pedido, você entendeu bem suas intenções, e com medo de sua voz falhar, respondeu apenas com um sinal afirmativo de sua cabeça.

 E depois do que pareceu demorar muito mais do que realmente demorou, você sentiu os doces e gentis lábios de Song Mingi contra os seus. E mesmo que tenham decidido voltar para casa, e ter um pouco mais de privacidade, o frio congelante da Coreia ainda foi uma boa desculpa para os dois se manterem coladinhos no sofá, trocando beijinhos.  

Jung wooyoung

Você não era muito de festa, mas ele? Ele era a própria festa. Não importa onde fosse, com quem estivesse, wooyoung atraia a atenção pra ele da melhor forma possível. Não que isso incomodasse você, pelo contrário, você gostava de ver ele se divertindo.  

 A festa dessa vez era na casa de San e muitos amigos (e desconhecidos) estavam lá, muitas brincadeiras de gente bêbada, gente conversando e gente dançando. Você estava em um canto, com sua bebida em mãos observando o cara com quem tem saído andando de um lado para outro do lugar. Era incrível como ele conseguia se encaixar em diversos grupos, e fazer todos se sentirem confortáveis com ele. Uma prova disso, é você.

 O completo oposto do rapaz, você é bem introvertida e na sua, apenas se esforçando pra fazer o seu com os seus. E alguma coisa no seu jeito chamou a atenção do rapaz, que se viu ansioso pra te ver todos os dias na cafeteria...na sala da faculdade...nos eventos e festas... 

  “A bela dama está acompanhada?” a voz do próprio wooyoung te tira do seu transe, sorrindo como uma criança sapeca. Você acaba refletindo o mesmo em seu rosto.  

   “sim, sim, talvez você deve ter o visto por aí em algum lugar...” ele observa enquanto você finge procurar pela festa. Se aproveitando do momento divertido, o moreno dá um passo à frente e enlaça sua cintura com um braço, puxando seu corpo mais pra perto. Ele não perde o leve tom avermelhado que suas orelhas e bochechas tomaram, e você tenta se convencer que é apenas para se ouvirem melhor sob a música.   

  “Que cara idiota, deixar uma garota tão bonita assim, sozinha...” de repente, você estava hipnotizada, naquela sala era apenas você e ele. Jung Wooyoung e seu brilho jovial em seus olhos, seu sorriso encantador e seu perfume amadeirado que era simplesmente sua marca registrada. “Nunca se sabe quando um outro idiota vai tentar rouba-la...”  

  Ele levou uma de suas mãos para sua nuca, te puxando ainda mais pra perto, e você não conseguia mais negar que estava realmente gostando dele, enquanto seu olhar ia de seus olhos a sua boca “e quem é esse idiota?” 

 Ambos sabiam a resposta, então sua resposta veio em um riso de lado, e logo seus lábios colados nos dele, em um beijo intenso, de tirar o fôlego e dar inveja não somente nas garotas, mas em quer pessoa que passasse pelos dois naquele momento. 

Jung Jongho

Choi Jongho diferente do que muitos acreditam, não é uma pessoa muito difícil de lidar, ou entender. Sim, no começo ele demorou a se acostumar com sua presença, mas conforme os professores insistiam em juntar os dois durante as aulas, ele acabou se deixando levar. 

  E por isso, em menos tempo do que muitos pensavam, vocês já entendiam tudo um sobre o outro. Ele passou a compreender que quando seu humor não estava dos melhores, significava que seu estoque de cafeína já estava nos últimos, e você, que quando ele está muito calado, jongho apenas quer um tempo para ficar sozinho. 

  Porém, de uma hora para outra, o rapaz passou a te evitar. Seu primeiro choque com sua repentina mudança de humor, foi quando após o intervalo, voltaram para o laboratório, mas ao invés de se sentar na bancada em que costumam se sentar, Jongho passou por você em sua bancada, e se sentou ao lado de San nos fundos - ação essa que deixou não somente você, mas também San e Wooyoung confusos, e sem suas duplas típicas. E então nas seguintes aulas, o moreno passou a te ignorar como se fosse uma praga, mas você simplesmente não conseguiu encontrar a razão para isso. 

  Foi somente quando tinham um tempo livre, você finalmente o encontrou na quadra da escola, o único detalhe é que estava chovendo fortemente. Mas mesmo assim, por algum motivo, ele estava ali, batendo bola. 

        “Você está louco?” sua voz soou tão forte, ruidosa e ensurdecedora quanto um trovão que iluminou o céu naquela hora. O rapaz olhou para trás, assustando como deveria, mas outra emoção tomou conta de seu rosto, mas foi rápido demais, e você logo perdeu o que era. “Choi Jongho!”

  Conforme você avançava, seus passos eram pesados e cada vez mais irada. Seu amigo só te viu tão brava assim, uma vez na vida, e esperou não ver nunca mais. A ironia é que agora, ele era o motivo por que você estava assim. Ai ai o destino… Quando finalmente chegou perto do rapaz, não pensou duas vezes em perguntar o porquê dele estar te evitando o dia todo. E como já esperava, Choi tentava se fechar dentro de si, cada vez mais. 

  “Não tente fugir de mim, de novo!” se exasperando quando seu amigo passou a se virar de costas para você, mais uma vez, tentou o segurar, mas acabou pisando em falso  e quase caindo. Quase. Os braços de Choi Jongho, que estavam muitos mais musculosos do que você se recordava, te seguraram firme, fazendo seu coração bater mais forte, e suas bochechas corarem, como se estivessem em uma cena de filme. 

  Em silêncio, ele te coloca em pé, respirando pesado, mas sem conseguir tirar os braços de sua cintura. “Jong, por que?” em um oposto total ao seu tom de voz quando chegou no lugar, e mesmo sem conseguir te olhar, Jongho suspirou e falou em uma voz tão baixa, que só ouviu pois estava muito próxima dele “eu vi você com Chenle hoje”. Você realmente não entendeu o que ele quis dizer com aquilo, mas também não pode ignorar que conforme falava, apertava sua cintura, mas não para te machucar, mas como quando ele segurava sua mão para se acalmar.

  “Vocês estavam rindo, e pareciam tão íntimos… me incomodou um pouco” Jongho, seu melhor amigo sentiu ciúmes…do Chenle? Uma de suas mãos vai para o braço forte do rapaz, que ainda evita seu olhar, envergonhado e sentido com toda a situação. “Jong, você é meu melhor…”

   Estava no meio de sua fala, quando o rapaz soltou seu corpo um pouco bruto de mais, mas sem querer. Alguma coisa no que disse o incomodou, mas você mais uma vez não compreendeu o que foi. Tornando a precisar chamá-lo pelo menos mais duas vezes conforme ele andava a passos tão fortes quanto os seus quando chegou no lugar. 

  “Esse é o problema! Eu sou seu melhor amigo! E é apenas isso.” Choi não aguentou mais segurar todos os sentimentos que a muito guarda em si, e começou a despejá-los em você, sem perceber, que enquanto proclama sobre não querer mais ser seu amigo, e sim a pessoa que te faz rir, sorrir de manhã e à noite… você já estava em seus braços. Seus grandes e expressivos olhos o encarando em choque, e completamente paralisada. “É melhor eu ir”

  Cansada de esconder seus sentimentos do rapaz e de também passar o dia o perseguindo pela escola, e agora pela quadra, o segurou pelo colarinho, e colou ambos os lábios em um beijo um tanto confuso. No momento em que se separaram, passaram a se encarar, com apenas uma coisa em mente: Oh.

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Kim HongJoong

Apesar da atração por você ser algo antigo dentro dele, o Kim prometeu que não iria 'colocar os pés entre as mãos', tendo em vista que tomou coragem para se declarar há pouco tempo, e estava esperando algum sinal seu e não te assustar.  

  Portanto suas visitas ao estúdio começaram a ser ainda mais frequentes, conforme ele tá chamava, já que ele não sentiu, ter o que perder. Porém Hongjoong passou a se sentir menos ainda no controle de seus impulsos. E foi então que aconteceu.  

  Você tinha ido fazer uma de suas visitas noturnas e passar um tempo com ele. Ambos falavam de seu dia, e ele resolveu então te mostrar uma música que tinha feito - de você, sobre você, para você. E conforme escutava, as palavras do rapaz sobre como ele te via, sentiu seu coração bater mais forte e não conseguir controlar seus olhos de marejarem. Sem perceber, sua mão que estava entrelaçada com a do moreno, a apertava, e ele se manteve em seu lugar, até o som se acabar.  

 De frente um para o outro, foi impossível não se perder em seus olhos, e não notar que o sentimento era puro e recíproco. Kim então levou a mão livre para seu rosto, acariciando a bochecha.  

    "Eu prometi esperar seu tempo..., mas posso te beijar?" e foi com um baixo "sim" que ele não esperou por, mas nada avançou nos seus lábios em um doce e intenso beijo.

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Park Seonghwa

Era seu quarto encontro seguido com o rapaz, e você não poderia negar que estava tendo a melhor semana da sua vida. Foram a jantares, picnics, uma feira de rua, museus...e o moreno a todo momento se mostrava muito gentil e carinhoso com você. Mas foi quase impossível não deixar de pensar um pouquinho a mais na situação.  

  Claro, vocês estavam saindo a poucos dias, mas já se falavam por muitos mais, e sempre deixou claro seu interesse no rapaz, e como não? Seonghwa é um homem bonito, gentil, bem humorado, e parecia ter se encaixado muito bem com seus gostos, vontades e sonhos..., mas porque ainda não tinham se beijado?  

  Após mais uma noite incrível onde foi levada para o cinema e logo em seguida um jantar, Park te deixou – segundo suas próprias palavras - “completamente inteira e segura” em casa, mas ainda não conseguiam se despedir corretamente um do outro, sempre surgindo algum outro tópico para a conversa dos dois.  

    “Muito obrigada, você definitivamente fez minha semana melhor” você confessa após as risadas diminuírem e não conseguirem mais parar de se encarar, ainda com um sorriso bêbado.  

  “Você não sabe como passei a ficar ansioso por nossos encontros...” ele admite também, ambos sorrindo largo. É quando a questão surge em sua mente, mas com vergonha, tenta afastá-la rapidamente. Porém não contava que Seonghwa já te conhecesse o suficiente para saber que algo aconteceu. “Está tudo bem?” seu tom é gentil, te quebrando mais uma vez.  

   Com um aceno de cabeça, você desconversou, perguntando sobre seus planos para o dia seguinte, e se ele não acreditou em você de fato, não comentou nada.  

 Poucos minutos depois — após uma mensagem preocupada de Hongjoong — ficou claro que realmente precisavam se despedir um do outro. Então na hora do tchau – definitivo – Seonghwa se aproximou lentamente, segurando seu rosto com ambas as mãos. Conforme se aproximavam, ficou mais difícil de respirar, e você com certeza imaginou ser possível ouvir seu coração bater dentro da caixa torácica. O perfume que Park usava, seu toque gentil em sua pele, tudo se tornou tão intenso que seus olhos se fecharam antecipando o que vinha em seguida.  

  E quando sentiu os lábios de Seonghwa em sua testa não soube mais o que fazer. Ele estava sendo o perfeito cavalheiro, tudo parecia tão mágico e perfeito... por que ainda não se beijaram? Ele não sentia atração? Ele não a queria do mesmo jeito, e, portanto, não sabia como dar o fora? 

  Seus pensamentos estavam a mil, pensando em todos os péssimos cenários entre você e Seonghwa quando de repente sentiu seus lábios serem tocados pelos dele. Foi ali então que sentiu todas as borboletas no estômago, todos os pensamentos se esvaíram, e não restou nada além dele. Nada além de Park Seonghwa.  

Jeong Yunho

Ele é simplesmente perfeito. Alto, bonito, bem educado, talentoso, fofo, engraçado, e seu melhor amigo. Quanta sorte, ein?! Ter a pessoa perfeita pra você bem ao seu lado, mas ao mesmo tempo não pode o ter de verdade... 

  Mas lá estava você, tentando o superar, saindo com mais um rapaz, mais um garoto que conheceu, mas sem conseguir tirar seu melhor amigo da cabeça. Vamos lá, não seja tão injusta... Han Jisung também é legal, é fofo, é engraçado..., só não como Yunho. Você começa a discutir mentalmente consigo, enquanto observava Jisung comprar dois sorvetes para vocês já que era um belo dia de verão na Coreia.  

  Quando o rapaz retornou com suas sobremesas, ele parecia muito feliz, e você tentou imitar a felicidade em seu sorriso, provavelmente falhando um pouco. Porém logo se viu realmente animada, com a conversa que passaram a ter. E por alguns minutos você esqueceu sobre seu melhor amigo...até o ver parado bem ali na sua frente. 

  Os três se encaram por alguns segundos até voltarem para a realidade. Você sabia que não era errado sair com outros caras, não namorava Yunho, mas por que então parecia que você acabou de ser pega o traindo?  

  Por que ele estava se sentindo traído? E pior, por você? Jeong Yunho sabia que não era seu namorado, então porque te ver ali com um conhecido dele, se divertindo e sorrindo fez seu coração acelerar do jeito errado?  

  Vocês dois eram muito óbvios, para qualquer um que os visse, mesmo na situação agora, saberia que alguma coisa acontecia entre os dois, e Jisung poderia não se achar muito inteligente, mas também não era burro. Ele soube na hora, que não deveria estar alí.  

        “Hey! Não sabia que estavam por aqui...” Yunho é o primeiro a comentar quando se aproximam. Seu sorriso é falso, você sabe, e não ajuda nada quando ele não consegue te olhar direito. 

    “Pois é, achamos que era um bom dia para tomar sorvete...” Jisung responde apontando para o céu, já que sua garganta parecia não conseguir produzir um som sequer. O moreno ao seu lado suspira, sabendo que não é justo com nenhum dos três continuar com essa situação “Bom, Y/n obrigada pelas dicas com a Yeji, acho que é hora de eu ir colocá-las em prática...” 

  Sua cabeça vira tão forte e rápida que quase te faz ficar tonta, o que ele está fazendo? E já que o olhava confusa, não podia ver o brilho de esperança crescer nos olhos do seu melhor amigo. Saindo de cena, Jisung pisca pra você, indicando o rapaz agora ao seu lado, e então o espera se afastar um pouco mais. 

  “Então a Yeji...” é o que o rapaz diz, te cutucando com os ombros, e você ri fraco repetindo suas palavras “Confesso que pensei que estavam saindo”  

   “Por que? Isso te incomoda?” Você resolveu testar os limites, já que o Jisung não poderia ter saído daquele jeito pra nada, certo? Aquilo era um sinal, certo?  

   “Sim” Yunho decide desabafar, afinal te ver ali com alguém diferente, foi um sinal, não foi? Um sinal de que ele poderia te perder se não tomasse uma atitude certa? Os dois param de andar e ficam um de frente para o outro, pensamentos a mil, imaginando o que pode acontecer a qualquer momento. “Eu...Eu...” Yunho começa a gaguejar, e você tem medo do que ele vai dizer, e faz a coisa mais impulsiva e arriscada que poderia fazer. 

  Tudo o que Yunho sabe é que uma hora ele está na sua frente tentando se confessar, e no outro, seus lábios estão se tocando. Piscando algumas vezes, o loiro passa a compreender a situação, e se entrega. 

  Apesar de ter sonhado várias vezes, nunca pensou que poderia realmente estar colada sob o corpo de Yunho, suas mãos enroscadas em sua nuca, te puxando para mais perto, na mais sincera declaração de amor... e mesmo assim, aqui está você.  

Kang Yeosang

Wooyoung é um amor de pessoa. Ele é um menino fofo, gentil, engraçado, e um pouquinho provocador de mais. E claro que ele não ia te deixar de fora de suas brincadeiras. Na verdade, você era sua maior vítima. Mas as brincadeiras do moreno ficavam um pouco mais intensas quando um amigo em comum entre vocês, Yeosang estava por perto.  

  Woo o conhecia desde muito tempo, e você o conhecia desde que wooyoung te arrastou para uma festa. Os dois estavam sentados em um canto, com suas bebidas, e cara de tédio (já que para a sorte de vocês, ambos os celulares também acabaram as baterias –Yay!) até que o moreno, completamente bêbado sentou entre vocês, abraçando-os ao mesmo tempo.  

 A partir de então, onde um estava, Wooyoung arrastava o outro. Tal comportamento fez com que um sentimento involuntário e incontrolável surgisse em você, e por mais que tentasse disfarçar, não conseguia esconder nada de seu melhor amigo, que por conta própria decidiu que juntaria os dois.  

 E aqui estamos nós novamente, em um bar karaokê, sentada ao lado do rapaz loiro, enquanto observavam wooyoung e mais alguns amigos cantando para o público ali. Talvez o álcool estava começando a fazer efeito em você, pois uma coragem impressionante tomou conta de si, e seus olhos não deixavam o perfil do rapaz ao seu lado. O resto dos meninos provavelmente perceberam, já que você provavelmente tinha os famosos “heart eyes” dos doramas. Mas no momento, tudo o que queria era observar Yeosang. 

 “Você está bem?” A voz baixa do rapaz quase te assustou, já que ele não virou o rosto pra te encarar, mas se recostou na cadeira, te olhando. Você percebeu um tom avermelhado em sua bochecha, mas imaginou que a bebida estava passando a afetá-lo também.  

 Felizmente a pouca sanidade que ainda lhe restava, a fez perceber que não poderia mais o encarar, então apenas acenou afirmativamente com a cabeça, e virou sua cabeça para frente, se surpreendendo com todos os outros em cima do palco, disputando por um microfone antes da música começar.  

 Quando “Daddy” do Psy começou a tocar, todos se entrosaram na coreografia, muito rápido, e de um jeito muito engraçado. Estava tão absorta na apresentação deles, que mal notou quando Yeosang se aproximou, colocando seu braço no apoio da sua cadeira.  

  Em alguns segundos de coragem, também presenteado pela bebida, Kang tocou sua bochecha, deslizando seus dedos até seu queixo, levemente guiando-o em sua direção, para encará-lo.

 O rosto bonito de Yeosang, tinha um sorriso ainda mais bonito, e ele não acreditava no que estava fazendo, fechando os olhos, e tocando sua boca com a dele, tão levemente que o fez         

Choi San

Sábados à noite tendem a significar grandes noites para pessoas jovens, assim como você. Bom, pra você, esse sábado à noite não deixou de ser especial, só com um pequeno detalhe diferente das outras pessoas: você vai lavar roupa. 

 Pode parecer coisa boba para qualquer um, mas a questão está no fato de que talvez, você nunca tenha lavado sua roupa sozinha antes, e muito menos em uma lavanderia comunitária, e menos ainda em uma nova cidade. Claro, mudar para Seul teve seus benefícios, mas entender como a cidade funciona ainda é um detalhe a se trabalhar.  

 Alguns desses benefícios vieram em forma humana... 8 formas humanas, na verdade. Após conhecer um grupo de amigos na faculdade, que praticamente te adotou, viver em um lugar desconhecido passou a ser menos complicado e solitário. E já que são almas boas e caridosas, um deles decidiu que não seria muito incômodo abrir mão de sair sábado à noite para te ajudar com suas roupas sujas.  

 Então aqui estamos, você e Choi San sozinhos com um grande amontoado de roupas sujas para serem lavadas. O homem te explicava calmamente sobre cada ciclo, níveis de água, tipos de tecidos, e o melhor jeito de separar suas roupas, mas tudo o que sua mente conseguia focar era no modo como os olhos dele pareciam brilhar sob a luz horrível do lugar, ou então como os lábios dele faziam um leve biquinho quando ele falava algumas palavras  

 “E você não está ouvindo metade do que estou falando...” o moreno ri quando uma pergunta feita por ele não obtém uma resposta além de uma você o encarando. San sorri levemente envergonhado quando você pisca tentando voltar à realidade.  

 “Desculpa, é melhor eu pegar um carrinho para colocar isso...” você sorri fraco se afastando do rapaz o mais rápido possível. Você não sabe o que deu em você, claro que San é um homem bonito, você não é cega, nem estúpida para negar isso, mas desde quando encara um amigo seu assim? 

 Enquanto se perdia mais uma vez em sua própria cabeça, mal podia compreender a mulher que pegava o carrinho de suas mãos. Chocada com tal atrevimento, o segurou mais forte, chamando a atenção da senhora, que apenas desdenhou do que disse, debochando de suas falas. “Não deveria ter deixado por aí então, mocinha” 

 “O que?! Eu estou literalmente segurando ele...” a senhora então começou a puxar o carrinho, mas você ainda estava firme em não a deixar vencer essa pequena disputa. Do outro lado da lavanderia, San te observava preocupado se deveria interferir, ou te deixar vencer sua primeira briga de lavanderia sozinha, mas estava inegavelmente pronto para intervir a qualquer momento. 

  “Tudo bem, se a senhora quer tanto o carrinho...” Você começou a falar, mal acreditando no que faria a seguir, “Vai ter que me levar com ele!” Passando rapidamente uma perna e depois a outra, você estava sentada dentro do tal carrinho, encarando a senhora que estava perplexa. Não demorou mais que dois segundos para ela rolar os olhos, e desistir do conflito.  

 “Muito bem!” Choi San surge sorrindo completamente contente com seu feito, e por algum motivo você estava orgulhosa de si mesma. Ambos sorriam de orelha a orelha, eufóricos com a situação. San se aproximou de você ainda no carrinho, te elogiando, enquanto você mal processava que não só ganhou a discussão, mas como também que o rosto de San estava muito, muito próximo do seu.  

  Até que em um rápido e tão singelo quanto natural, seus lábios tocaram os de San por um milésimo de segundo, antes dos dois se afastarem surpresos e de corações batendo forte em seus peitos. As desculpas começam a sair, e então você já não sabe mais se sua noite pode piorar ou ficar mais humilhante, quando de repente os lábios de San estão colados nos seus mais vez, mas intencionalmente.     

Song Mingi

Vocês não tinham combinado de sair, exatamente. Mas de alguma forma se encontraram e não se soltaram durante o dia, e não conseguiram se cansar um do outro.  

 É um dia frio no inverno da Coréia, e ambos estavam sentindo o vento gélido entrar por entre suas milhares de roupas, que agora se mostravam não tão eficazes, e para ajudar a sorte dos dois, todos os restaurantes onde não somente as comidas, mas também como todo o ar quente estava, se mantinham incrivelmente cheios. Em um deles, vocês mal conseguiram entrar pela porta, o que era chocante, aquilo nunca aconteceu antes. 

  Mas a fome estava apertando os dois, e contrariando todas as suas vontades, não viram outra saída a não ser comprar duas porções de Tteokbokki para comerem juntos. Mas tinha apenas um pequeno detalhe: seriam obrigados a tirar suas luvas quentinhas. Mas tudo bem, tudo bem, vocês tinham umas barriguinhas para esquentar. 

  E lá estavam vocês dois, sentados lado a lado em um banco perdido na calçada, os joelhos se roçando, conversa sendo jogada fora, o tteokbokki se foi, mas vocês acabaram demorando para perceber, causando assim mãos incrivelmente geladas.  

 Quando Mingi percebeu o frio que parecia atravessar sua pele e ir direto para seus ossos, juntou as embalagens no lixo, e se aconchegou mais perto ainda de você, sendo atentamente observado por você o tempo todo. Com o moreno agora mais perto, você não pôde deixar de reparar em toda a beleza que aquele homem tem. O desenho de seus olhos, seu nariz tão...perfeitamente colocado, o tom rosado que pintou em suas bochechas, e o formato da sua boca. Ela sempre foi tão bonita assim?  

  Você foi tirada de seus pensamentos, no momento em que as grandes mãos do rapaz seguraram as suas, tão pequenas comparadas, e passou as assoprar, para levar um pouco de calor humano à sua pele.  

  Agora todo o clima divertido entre vocês se transformou em um momento de expectativa. Aquele momento de quando o casal do filme está perto, e estão se olhando, e você sabe o que vai acontecer...até que acontece, e é incrivelmente mágico. Bom, lá estavam vocês dois. 

  Então uma das mãos de Mingi, calmamente tirou uma mecha de seu cabelo do seu pescoço, deixando a mão em sua nuca, te surpreendendo com o calor da mesma, trazendo um leve arrepio à sua pele. Seus rostos se aproximaram lentamente, e quando viu, as pontas de ambos os narizes tocaram.  

 “Y/n?” o moreno te chama, voz baixa e suave, enquanto ele começou a te dar beijinhos de esquimó, acariciando seu nariz com o próprio. “Sim” sua resposta lhe foi dada no mesmo tom. “Posso?” Mingi não precisava especificar o seu pedido, você entendeu bem suas intenções, e com medo de sua voz falhar, respondeu apenas com um sinal afirmativo de sua cabeça.

 E depois do que pareceu demorar muito mais do que realmente demorou, você sentiu os doces e gentis lábios de Song Mingi contra os seus. E mesmo que tenham decidido voltar para casa, e ter um pouco mais de privacidade, o frio congelante da Coreia ainda foi uma boa desculpa para os dois se manterem coladinhos no sofá, trocando beijinhos.  

Jung wooyoung

Você não era muito de festa, mas ele? Ele era a própria festa. Não importa onde fosse, com quem estivesse, wooyoung atraia a atenção pra ele da melhor forma possível. Não que isso incomodasse você, pelo contrário, você gostava de ver ele se divertindo.  

 A festa dessa vez era na casa de San e muitos amigos (e desconhecidos) estavam lá, muitas brincadeiras de gente bêbada, gente conversando e gente dançando. Você estava em um canto, com sua bebida em mãos observando o cara com quem tem saído andando de um lado para outro do lugar. Era incrível como ele conseguia se encaixar em diversos grupos, e fazer todos se sentirem confortáveis com ele. Uma prova disso, é você.

 O completo oposto do rapaz, você é bem introvertida e na sua, apenas se esforçando pra fazer o seu com os seus. E alguma coisa no seu jeito chamou a atenção do rapaz, que se viu ansioso pra te ver todos os dias na cafeteria...na sala da faculdade...nos eventos e festas... 

  “A bela dama está acompanhada?” a voz do próprio wooyoung te tira do seu transe, sorrindo como uma criança sapeca. Você acaba refletindo o mesmo em seu rosto.  

   “sim, sim, talvez você deve ter o visto por aí em algum lugar...” ele observa enquanto você finge procurar pela festa. Se aproveitando do momento divertido, o moreno dá um passo à frente e enlaça sua cintura com um braço, puxando seu corpo mais pra perto. Ele não perde o leve tom avermelhado que suas orelhas e bochechas tomaram, e você tenta se convencer que é apenas para se ouvirem melhor sob a música.   

  “Que cara idiota, deixar uma garota tão bonita assim, sozinha...” de repente, você estava hipnotizada, naquela sala era apenas você e ele. Jung Wooyoung e seu brilho jovial em seus olhos, seu sorriso encantador e seu perfume amadeirado que era simplesmente sua marca registrada. “Nunca se sabe quando um outro idiota vai tentar rouba-la...”  

  Ele levou uma de suas mãos para sua nuca, te puxando ainda mais pra perto, e você não conseguia mais negar que estava realmente gostando dele, enquanto seu olhar ia de seus olhos a sua boca “e quem é esse idiota?” 

 Ambos sabiam a resposta, então sua resposta veio em um riso de lado, e logo seus lábios colados nos dele, em um beijo intenso, de tirar o fôlego e dar inveja não somente nas garotas, mas em quer pessoa que passasse pelos dois naquele momento. 

Jung Jongho

Choi Jongho diferente do que muitos acreditam, não é uma pessoa muito difícil de lidar, ou entender. Sim, no começo ele demorou a se acostumar com sua presença, mas conforme os professores insistiam em juntar os dois durante as aulas, ele acabou se deixando levar. 

  E por isso, em menos tempo do que muitos pensavam, vocês já entendiam tudo um sobre o outro. Ele passou a compreender que quando seu humor não estava dos melhores, significava que seu estoque de cafeína já estava nos últimos, e você, que quando ele está muito calado, jongho apenas quer um tempo para ficar sozinho. 

  Porém, de uma hora para outra, o rapaz passou a te evitar. Seu primeiro choque com sua repentina mudança de humor, foi quando após o intervalo, voltaram para o laboratório, mas ao invés de se sentar na bancada em que costumam se sentar, Jongho passou por você em sua bancada, e se sentou ao lado de San nos fundos - ação essa que deixou não somente você, mas também San e Wooyoung confusos, e sem suas duplas típicas. E então nas seguintes aulas, o moreno passou a te ignorar como se fosse uma praga, mas você simplesmente não conseguiu encontrar a razão para isso. 

  Foi somente quando tinham um tempo livre, você finalmente o encontrou na quadra da escola, o único detalhe é que estava chovendo fortemente. Mas mesmo assim, por algum motivo, ele estava ali, batendo bola. 

        “Você está louco?” sua voz soou tão forte, ruidosa e ensurdecedora quanto um trovão que iluminou o céu naquela hora. O rapaz olhou para trás, assustando como deveria, mas outra emoção tomou conta de seu rosto, mas foi rápido demais, e você logo perdeu o que era. “Choi Jongho!”

  Conforme você avançava, seus passos eram pesados e cada vez mais irada. Seu amigo só te viu tão brava assim, uma vez na vida, e esperou não ver nunca mais. A ironia é que agora, ele era o motivo por que você estava assim. Ai ai o destino… Quando finalmente chegou perto do rapaz, não pensou duas vezes em perguntar o porquê dele estar te evitando o dia todo. E como já esperava, Choi tentava se fechar dentro de si, cada vez mais. 

  “Não tente fugir de mim, de novo!” se exasperando quando seu amigo passou a se virar de costas para você, mais uma vez, tentou o segurar, mas acabou pisando em falso  e quase caindo. Quase. Os braços de Choi Jongho, que estavam muitos mais musculosos do que você se recordava, te seguraram firme, fazendo seu coração bater mais forte, e suas bochechas corarem, como se estivessem em uma cena de filme. 

  Em silêncio, ele te coloca em pé, respirando pesado, mas sem conseguir tirar os braços de sua cintura. “Jong, por que?” em um oposto total ao seu tom de voz quando chegou no lugar, e mesmo sem conseguir te olhar, Jongho suspirou e falou em uma voz tão baixa, que só ouviu pois estava muito próxima dele “eu vi você com Chenle hoje”. Você realmente não entendeu o que ele quis dizer com aquilo, mas também não pode ignorar que conforme falava, apertava sua cintura, mas não para te machucar, mas como quando ele segurava sua mão para se acalmar.

  “Vocês estavam rindo, e pareciam tão íntimos… me incomodou um pouco” Jongho, seu melhor amigo sentiu ciúmes…do Chenle? Uma de suas mãos vai para o braço forte do rapaz, que ainda evita seu olhar, envergonhado e sentido com toda a situação. “Jong, você é meu melhor…”

   Estava no meio de sua fala, quando o rapaz soltou seu corpo um pouco bruto de mais, mas sem querer. Alguma coisa no que disse o incomodou, mas você mais uma vez não compreendeu o que foi. Tornando a precisar chamá-lo pelo menos mais duas vezes conforme ele andava a passos tão fortes quanto os seus quando chegou no lugar. 

  “Esse é o problema! Eu sou seu melhor amigo! E é apenas isso.” Choi não aguentou mais segurar todos os sentimentos que a muito guarda em si, e começou a despejá-los em você, sem perceber, que enquanto proclama sobre não querer mais ser seu amigo, e sim a pessoa que te faz rir, sorrir de manhã e à noite… você já estava em seus braços. Seus grandes e expressivos olhos o encarando em choque, e completamente paralisada. “É melhor eu ir”

  Cansada de esconder seus sentimentos do rapaz e de também passar o dia o perseguindo pela escola, e agora pela quadra, o segurou pelo colarinho, e colou ambos os lábios em um beijo um tanto confuso. No momento em que se separaram, passaram a se encarar, com apenas uma coisa em mente: Oh.

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Kim HongJoong

Despite the expectation that you are something old inside him, Kim promised that he would not 'put his feet in his hands', given that he took the courage to declare himself a short time ago, and was hoping for a little bit from you and not scare you.

  Therefore, his visits to the studio became even more habitual, as he called it, since he did not feel that he had anything to lose. But Hongjoong began to feel even less in control of his impulses. And that's when it happened.

  You had to make one of his nightly visits and spend time with him. Both of you talked in your day, and he knew made of you - to show you a song about you, for you. And as he listened to the boy's words about how he was seeing, he felt his heart beat faster and he couldn't control his eyes from watering. Without realizing it, his hand, which was intertwined with the brunette's, was squeezing it, and he remained in his place, until the sound ended.

 Facing each other, it was impossible not to get lost in their eyes, and not notice that the feeling was pure and mutual. They took her free hand, then caressed her face.

    "I promised to take your time…but can I kiss you?" and it was with a "yes" that he didn't wait for, but nothing advanced on her lips in a sweet intense kiss.

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Park Seonghwa

It was her fourth straight date with the guy, and you couldn't deny that she was having the best week of her life. They went to dinners, picnics, a street fair, museums... and the brunette was always very kind and affectionate with you. But it was almost impossible not to think a little more about the situation.

  Of course, you guys were dating for a few days, but you already talked for many more, and you always made it clear your interest in the guy, and why not? Seonghwa is a handsome, kind, good-natured man, and he seemed to fit in very well with his tastes, wants and dreams... but why hadn't they kissed yet?

  After another amazing night where she was taken to the movies and then to dinner, Park left you - in her own words - "completely entire and safe" at home, but they still couldn't say goodbye properly to each other, always coming up with something. another topic for their conversation.

    “Thank you so much, you definitely made my week better” you confess after the laughter subsided and you couldn't stop staring at each other, still with a drunken smile.

  "You don't know how I've come to look forward to our dates..." he admits too, both of them grinning. That's when the question pops into your mind, but in shame, you quickly try to push it away. But I didn't count on Seonghwa knowing you well enough to know that something happened. "Everything is fine?" His tone is gentle, breaking you once again.

   With a shake of your head, you brushed off the conversation, asking about your plans for the next day, and if he didn't really believe you, he didn't say anything.

 A few minutes later — after a worried message from Hongjoong — it became clear that they really needed to say goodbye to each other. Then at the time of the goodbye – definitive – Seonghwa approached slowly, holding her face with both hands. As they got closer, it became more difficult to breathe, and you must have imagined that you could hear your heart beating inside your rib cage. The perfume Park wore, its gentle touch on her skin, it all became so intense that her eyes closed in anticipation of what came next.

  And when he felt Seonghwa's lips on his forehead, he didn't know what else to do. He was being the perfect gentleman, everything felt so magical and perfect…why haven't they kissed yet? Did he feel no attraction? Didn't he want her the same way, and therefore didn't know how to get the hell out of there?

  Your thoughts were racing, thinking about all the bad scenarios between you and Seonghwa when you suddenly felt your lips being touched by his. It was then that he felt all the butterflies in his stomach, all the thoughts fled, and there was nothing left but him. Nothing but Park Seonghwa.

Jeong Yunho

He's just perfect. Tall, handsome, polite, talented, cute, funny, and your best friend. How lucky, huh?! Having the perfect person for you right by your side, but at the same time you can't really have him...

  But there you were, trying to get over him, dating yet another guy, dating yet another guy you met, but you couldn't get your best friend out of your head. Come on, don't be so unfair... Han Jisung is also nice, he's cute, he's funny... but not like Yunho. You start mentally arguing with yourself as you watched Jisung buy you two ice creams as it was a beautiful summer day in Korea.

  When the guy returns with his desserts, he looks very happy, and you've tried to imitate the happiness in his smile, probably failing a little. But soon she found herself really excited, with the conversation they started to have. And for a few minutes you forgot about your best friend...until you saw him standing right there in front of you.

The three stare at each other for a few seconds before coming back to reality. You knew it wasn't wrong to go out with other guys, you didn't date Yunho, but why did it look like you just got caught cheating on him?

  Why was he feeling betrayed? And worse, for you? Jeong Yunho knew he wasn't your boyfriend, so why seeing you there with an acquaintance of his, having fun and smiling made your heart race the wrong way?

  You two were very obvious, for anyone who saw you, even in the situation now, would know that something was going on between the two of you, and Jisung might not think he was very smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He knew right away that he shouldn't be there.

       “Hey! I didn't know they were here...” Yunho is the first to comment as they approach. His smile is fake, you know, and it doesn't help when he can't get a good look at you.

   "Yeah, we thought it was a good day for ice cream..." Jisung replies pointing to the sky, since his throat couldn't seem to produce a single sound. The brunette next to him sighs, knowing that it's not fair to any of the three of them to continue with this situation “Well, Y/n thanks for the tips with Yeji, I think it's time for me to go put them into practice...”

   His head turns so hard and fast it almost makes you dizzy, what is he doing? And since she was looking at him confused, she couldn't see the glint of hope growing in her best friend's eyes. Leaving the scene, Jisung winks at you, indicating the boy now beside him, and then waits for him to move a little further away.

  "So Yeji..." is what the boy says, nudging you with his shoulders, and you laugh weakly repeating his words "I confess I thought you were hanging out."

  "Why? Does that bother you?" You decided to test the limits, since Jisung couldn't have gone out like that for nothing, right? That was a sign, right?

   “Yes” Yunho decides to vent, after all, seeing you there with someone different was a sign, wasn't it? A sign that he could lose you if you didn't do the right thing? The two stop walking and stand facing each other, thoughts racing, imagining what could happen at any moment. "I...I..." Yunho starts to stutter, and you're afraid of what he's going to say, and you do the most impulsive and risky thing you could possibly do.

  All Yunho knows is that one minute he's in front of her trying to confess, and the next, their lips are touching. Blinking a few times, the blonde begins to understand the situation, and surrenders.

  Despite having dreamed several times, she never thought that she could really be glued to Yunho's body, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling you closer, in the most sincere declaration of love... and yet, here you are.

Kang Yeosang

  Wooyoung is a sweetheart. He's a cute boy, kind, funny, and a little too provocative. And of course he wasn't going to leave you out of his pranks. In fact, you were its biggest victim. But the brunette's banter got a little more intense when a mutual friend between you, Yeosang, was around.

  Woo has known him for a long time, and you've known him since wooyoung dragged you to a party. The two were sitting in a corner, with their drinks, and looking bored (since luckily for you, both cell phones also ran out of batteries -Yay!) until the dark, completely drunk sat between you, hugging you. at the same time.

 From then on, where one was, Wooyoung dragged the other. Such behavior caused an involuntary and uncontrollable feeling to arise in you, and as much as you tried to hide it, you couldn't hide anything from your best friend, who on his own decided that he would put the two together.

 And here we are again, in a karaoke bar, sitting next to the blond boy as they watched wooyoung and a few more friends singing to the crowd there. Perhaps the alcohol was starting to take its toll on you, for an impressive courage took hold of you, and your eyes never left the profile of the boy beside you. The rest of the boys probably noticed, since you probably had the famous “heart eyes” from the dramas. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was watch Yeosang.

 "Are you okay?" The boy's low voice almost startled you, as he didn't turn his face to face you, but leaned back in his chair, looking at you. You noticed a flush in his cheek, but figured the drinking was starting to affect him too.

 Fortunately, the little sanity she had left, made her realize that she couldn't face him anymore, so she just nodded, and turned her head forward, surprising herself with everyone else on the stage, conflicting for a microphone before the music started.

  When Psy's “Daddy” started playing, everyone got into the choreography, really fast, and in a really funny way. She was so engrossed in their performance that she barely noticed when Yeosang approached, putting her arm on the back of her chair.

  In a few seconds of courage, also gifted by the drink, Kang touched your cheek, sliding his fingers up to your chin, lightly guiding him towards him, to face him.

 Yeosang's pretty face, had an even prettier smile, and he couldn't believe what he was doing, closing his eyes, and touching his mouth with his, so lightly that he did.

Choi San

 Saturday nights tend to mean big nights for young people just like you. Well, for you, this Saturday night was still special, there's only one small detail: you're going to do the laundry.

 It may seem silly to anyone, but the point is that maybe, you've never washed clothes before, let alone in a community laundry, and even less in the city you're new to. Of course, moving to Seoul had its benefits, but understanding how the city works is still a detail to work on.

 Some of those benefits came in human form... 8 human forms, in fact. After meeting a group of friends in college, who practically adopted you, living in an unknown place became less complicated and lonely. And since they are good and charitable souls, one of them decided that it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to give up going out on Saturday night.

 So here we are, you and Choi San alone with a big pile of dirty laundry to do. The man calmly explained to you about each cycle, water levels, types of fabrics, and the best way to sort your clothes, but all your mind could focus on was the way his eyes seemed to glow in the horrible light of the place. or else how his lips made a slight pout when he spoke a few words

 "And you're not hearing half of what I'm saying..." the brunette laughs when a question he asks doesn't get an answer other than one you staring at him. San smiles slightly embarrassed as you blink trying to come back to reality.

 "Sorry, I'd better get a cart to put this on..." you smile weakly, moving away from the boy as quickly as possible. You don't know what came over you, of course San is a handsome man, you're not blind or stupid to deny it, but since when do you face a friend of yours like that?

 As you lost yourself once more in your own head, you could barely understand the woman who took the cart from his hands. Shocked by such audacity, she held him tighter, drawing the lady's attention, who just disdained what she said, mocking her lines. “Shouldn’t have left it there then, young lady”

   "What?! I’m literally holding him...” the lady then started to pull the cart, but you were still firm in not letting her win this little dispute. Across the laundry room, San watched you, worried about letting you win your first laundry fight, but ready to step in at any moment.

  "Alright, if you want the stroller so bad..." You started to speak, hardly believing what you were going to do next, "You're going to have to take me with it!" Quickly moving one leg and then the other, you were sitting inside the cart, facing the lady who was perplexed. It didn't take more than two seconds for her to roll her eyes, and give up the conflict.

 "Very good!" Choi San emerged smiling, completely happy with her accomplishment, and for some reason you were proud of yourself. Both were grinning from ear to ear, euphoric with the situation. San approached you while still in the cart, praising you, while you barely processed that you not only won the argument, but also that San's face was very, very close to yours.

  Until, in a quick and as simple as natural, his lips touched San's for a millisecond, before the two walked away surprised and hearts pounding in their chests. The excuses start pouring out, and then you don't know if your night could get worse or more humiliating, when suddenly San's lips are glued to yours again, but intentionally.

Song Mingi

You hadn't planned to go out, exactly. But somehow they found each other and didn't let go during the day, and they couldn't get enough of each other.

 It's a cold day in the Korean winter, and they were both feeling the icy wind enter through their thousands of clothes, which now proved not so effective, and to help their luck, all the restaurants where not only the food, but also as all the hot air was, they kept incredibly full. In one of them, you were barely able to get through the door, which was shocking, this has never happened before.

  But hunger was squeezing the two of them, and against all their wills, they saw no other way out than to buy two portions of Tteokbokki to eat together. But there was only one small detail: they would be forced to take off their warm gloves. But it's okay, it's okay, you guys had some little bellies to warm up.

  And there you two were, sitting side by side on a lost bench on the sidewalk, knees rubbing, conversation being thrown away, the tteokbokki was gone, but it took you a while to notice, thus causing incredibly cold hands.

 When Mingi noticed the cold that seemed to break through his skin and go straight to his bones, he gathered the packages in the trash, and snuggled even closer to you, being closely watched by you the whole time. With the brunette closer now, you couldn't help but notice all the beauty that man has. The design of her eyes, her nose so…perfectly placed, the rosy tinge that painted her cheeks, and the shape of her mouth. Was she always this beautiful?

  You were snapped out of your thoughts the moment the boy's big hands took yours, so small by comparison, and began to blow on them to bring some human warmth to your skin.

  Now all the fun atmosphere between you has turned into a moment of anticipation. That moment when the couple in the movie are close, and they're looking at each other, and you know what's going to happen...until it happens, and it's incredibly magical. Well, there you two were.

  Then one of Mingi's hands, calmly brushed a strand of her hair from her neck, leaving her hand on the back of her neck, surprising you with the warmth of it, bringing a slight shiver to your skin. Their faces approached slowly, and when he saw it, the tips of both noses touched.

 “Y/n?” the brunette calls out to you, voice low and soft, as he begins to give you Eskimo kisses, stroking your nose with his own. “Yes” his answer was given in the same tone. "Can I ?" Mingi didn't need to specify his request, you understood his intentions well, and for fear of his voice failing, he only replied with an affirmative nod of his head.

 And after what seemed to take a lot longer than it actually did, you felt Song Mingi's sweet, gentle lips against yours. And even if they decided to go back home, and have a little more privacy, the freezing cold of Korea was still a good excuse for the two of them to stay close to the couch, exchanging kisses.

Jung wooyoung

You weren't much of a party, but he? He was the party itself. No matter where he went, who he was with, wooyoung would attract attention to him as best he could. Not that it bothered you, on the contrary, you liked to see him having fun.

 The party this time was at San's house and many friends (and strangers) were there, lots of drunk people, pranks, people talking and people dancing. You were in a corner, your drink in hand, watching the guy you've been hanging out with walking around the place. It was amazing how he could fit into different groups, and make everyone feel comfortable with him. Proof of that is you.

 The complete opposite of the guy, you are quite introverted and into your own, just trying hard to make yours with yours. And something in your manner caught the boy's attention, who found himself looking forward to seeing you every day in the cafeteria... in the college room... at events and parties...

  “Is the scrumptious lady accompanied?” Wooyoung's own voice snaps you out of your trance, smiling like a naughty child. You end up reflecting the same on your face.

   "yeah yeah, maybe you must have seen him around somewhere..." he observes as you pretend to look around the party. Taking advantage of the fun moment, the brunette takes a step forward and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling his body closer. He doesn't miss the slight reddish tinge his ears and cheeks have taken on, and you try to convince yourself that it's just to hear each other better under the music.

“What a stupid guy, leaving such a beautiful girl alone...” suddenly you were mesmerized, in that room it was just you and him. Jung Wooyoung and his youthful sparkle in his eyes, his charming smile and his woodsy scent that was simply his trademark. "You never know when another idiot will try to steal you..."

  He brought one of his hands to the back of his neck, pulling you even closer, and you couldn't deny that you were really liking him anymore, as your gaze went from his eyes to his mouth "and who is this idiot?"

 They both knew the answer, so her answer came in a sideways laugh, and then her lips pressed to his, in an intense kiss, breathtaking and envied not only in the girls, but in anyone who passed them at that moment.

Jung Jongho

Choi Jongho, unlike what many believe, is not a very difficult person to deal with, or understand. Yes, he didn't start to get used to his presence, but two as the teachers insisted on accompanying them during classes, he ended up taking off.

  And this is understood, in less time than it seems, both of you were already understanding everything about the other. He's come to understand when your mood isn't the best, it means your caffeine reservation is running low, and when he's been too quiet, it means Jongho just wants some time to be alone.

  However, all of a sudden, the boy started to avoid you. Your first shock happened on your bench seat. You were already sitten in your usual spot, when, out of nowhere, Jongho decided to take a seat next to San at the back of the class - making not only you but also San and Wooyoung, the originals lab partners, confused and partnerless. 

It was only when they had some free time, you finally found him on the school's court, the only detail was that it was raining heavily. But still, for some reason, he was there, hitting the ball.

        "You are crazy?" your voice was as loud and thundering

 as the thunder that lit up the sky at that time. The boy looked back, startling as he should, but another emotion took over his face, but it was too fast, and you soon lost what you saw. “Choi Jongho!”

  As you advanced, your footsteps were heavy and increasingly angry. Your friend has only seen you that angry once in his life, and he had hoped to never see it again. The irony is that now, he was the reason you were like this. Oh, fate… When you finally got close to the guy, you didn't think twice about asking why he's been avoiding you all day. And as I expected, Choi tried to close inside himself, more and more.

  "Don't try to run away from me again!" getting exasperated when your friend started to turn his back on you, once again, you tried to hold him, but ended up stepping wrong and almost falling. Almost. Choi Jongho's arms, which were much more muscular than you remembered, held you tight, making your heart beat faster, and your cheeks flush, as if you were in a movie scene.

Silently, he pulls you to your feet, breathing heavily, but unable to take his arms from around your waist. “Jong, why?” in a total opposite to his tone of voice when he arrived at the place, and even without being able to look at you, Jongho sighed and spoke in a voice so low, that he only heard because he was very close to him “I saw you with Chenle today”. You really didn't understand what he meant by that, but you also can't ignore that as he spoke, he squeezed your waist, not to hurt you, but like when he held your hand to calm down.

  “You were laughing, and you looked so close…it bothered me a little bit” Jongho, your best friend, felt jealous…of Chenle? One of his hands goes to the boy's strong arm, who still avoids his gaze, embarrassed and saddened by the whole situation. “Jong, you are my best…”

   He was in the middle of his speech when the boy released his body a little too rough, but without meaning to. Something about what you said bothered you, but you again didn't understand what it was. Again needing to call him at least twice more as he walked with steps as strong as his when he arrived at the place.

  "That's the problem! I am your best friend! And that's just it.” Choi couldn't take any more holding back all the feelings that she keeps in herself and started to dump them on you, without realizing it, while proclaiming about not wanting to be your friend anymore, but the person who makes you laugh, smile in the morning and at night… you were already in his arms. Her large, expressive eyes stared back at him in shock and completely transfixed. "I better go"

  Tired of hiding her feelings from the boy and also spending the day chasing him around school, and now around the court, she grabbed him by the collar and glued both lips together in a somewhat confused kiss. The moment they parted, they started staring at each other, with only one thing in mind: Oh.

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¡NonIdolSan! x ¡FemaleReader! (Feat. ¡NonIdolSeonghwa!)

Palavras: 5.771 palavras

Avisos: San levemente ciumento e emburrado, muita vibe boyfriend material 💅

N/a: como disse, escrevi isso aqui quando tava boiolando pelo San :). Apesar de ter ficado boiola com ele cantando unholy, aqui tá mais pro San com legos do Seonghwa, então pensem no San de preto e óculos da live dkdj.

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

Qualquer um que a visse com San, veria o modo como seus olhos brilham sempre que o vê, como suas bochechas ficam levemente rosadas sempre que ele sorria, ria e as vezes ficava mais intenso quando ele a tocava.

Mas para San, você era simplesmente uma grande amiga. Uma amiga querida. Uma amiga do peito... Claro que não era sua situação favorita, mas se era preciso isso pra poder continuar perto dele, então que seja.

Então quando San descobriu que você precisaria reformar seu banheiro inteiro, por conta de um vazamento, ele não viu problemas em oferecer não somente seu banheiro, mas seu apartamento inteiro, por que o rapaz não via sentido em te fazer entrar e sair de sua casa, se poderia passar uma temporada tranquila com ele.

A questão está no fato de que você aceitou o convite sem nem pensar duas vezes. Quando seus amigos descobriram, todos, sem exceção te olharam como se fosse alguém digna de manicômio "você vai morar com ele?!"

Não, eles não estavam errado quando avisaram que seria provavelmente sua maior provação. San é o tipo de namorado perfeito: ele acorda todo dia de manhã e prepara o café da manhã, ou te ajuda, quando é você quem acorda primeiro; ele sempre deixa bilhetinhos fofos pela casa, seja pra informar algo que acabou, algum lembrete pra comprar ou organizar alguma coisa, ou... apenas um bilhete do quanto ele se importa com você.

San, também nunca sai de casa sem um abraço de despedida, e nunca volta sem uma bebida, comida, ou chocolatinho...

Ah! E como se não fosse o suficiente, San faz questão de ouvir sobre seu dia, e assistir suas coisas favoritas quando você está triste...

Você jura que consegue sobreviver com esse San, apenas amigo, mas sempre que vocês se separam, seu coração dói, pois sabe que um dia terá, não somente, que ir embora, mas também ele não te ama do mesmo jeito, e todo esse carinho um dia, será pra outra garota de sorte, que você já odeia.

Um dia, Seonghwa um dos amigos em comum que possue com San, passou no apartamento que agora dividem, para conversar, mas também se divertirem, montando seu novo set de lego.

Os dois estavam então sentados confortáveis, um ao lado do outro, com uma música leve tocando ao fundo. Ambos focados no que faziam, conversavam distraidamente sobre suas vidas. Aproveitando que seu outro amigo não estava em casa, Seonghwa a perguntou sobre como estava.

Após contar, despretensiosamente sobre como se sentia, mudou logo de assunto, não queria pensar muito na situação, isso geralmente a deixava pior.

Como sempre, sendo o amigo carinhoso que é, Seonghwa te olhava como um irmão carinhoso, e logo muda de assunto, contado algo sobre wooyoung que te faz gargalhar.

San que estava fora, é agraciado com sua risada alta quando passa pela porta da frente, e automaticamente ele sorri. Deixando as sacolas da janta que trouxe na cozinha, e seguiu um de seus sons favoritos. Chegando no quarto que ele lhe cedeu, sua expressão, assim como seu coração caiu. Choi a viu rindo desesperadamente de Seonghwa, que te olhava amavelmente, enquanto oa dois pareciam muito bem confortáveis em uma espécie de... encontro?!

"Hyung! Não sabia que você ia vir..." O moreno comenta tentando esconder sua confusão, então ele sorri de lado. "Consegui achar o lego que s/n queria montar e achei justo vir montar com ela" o mais velho responde simples, e você o mostra a pequena peça que ainda montava. San a olha com carinho no olhar, e da um sorriso sincero e amoroso.

"Querem jantar? Eu trouxe comida da rua, mas não sei se é o suficiente pra nós três" San diz, mais uma vez, tentando esconder sua frustração. Antes de chegar em casa, ele tinha certeza que os dois iam comer, enquanto assistiam juntos no sofá (provavelmente abraçados), mais um episódio da série que viam juntos.

"Nós acabamos de comer, sannie, mas você deveria jantar, deve estar com fome" o soco que recebeu na barriga, fez o moreno duvidar se era por suas palavras, ou por que você nem o olhou. Apenas concordando com a cabeça, e com seu biquinho chateado, típico, ele saiu do quarto.

"Acho que ele não gostou muito disso não, s/n" Seonghwa chama sua atenção, e você o olha confusa. As sobrancelhas do mais velho estavam erguidas, enquanto ele tentava sugerir algo. Algo absurdo de mais. Por isso apenas riu dele, voltando sua atenção para o brinquedo.

Alguns minutos depois, os dois ainda conversavam calmante, montando muito focados, e ignorantes ao San, que bufava de cinco em cinco minutos no andar de baixo, tentando focar na televisão, mas sendo constantemente interrompido pelo som do murmúrio de suas vozes, e risadas.

Seonghwa nunca foi tão engraçado assim, por que você ria tanto? E o que raios um pedaço de plástico poderia ter que ele não? Um abraço mais confortável? Beijos carinhosos e aleatórios, que te faziam ficar adoravelmente vermelha? Por favor...

Mas... Seonghwa também tem braços que abraçam, é um par de lábios que beijam...

Sem pensar duas vezes, San está novamente no quarto (aliviado quando vê que os dois mal se olham). Pegando sua cadeira de computador, Choi a posiciona ao seu lado, e a observa atentamente. Você é tão linda concentrada, aproximando e afastando o objeto, as sobrancelhas unidas enquanto tentava adivinhar o porque as peças não juntavam...

"Você está encarando. O que já falamos sobre encarar?" Sua voz é calma, mas ainda não o olha. Meu Deus, qual seu problema hoje?!

"Você é linda. O que já falamos sobre você ser linda?" San diz, suavemente, vendo suas bochechas ficarem coloridas. Seonghwa ri de leve, esquecido em seu canto. "E você não me recebeu direito hoje, tô com saudades de você." Ele responde, levando seus dedos até seu queixo, e virando seu rosto, o fazendo o olhar.

Ele estava com uma cara adorável, e aquele biquinho que esconde mais cedo. Engolindo em seco, você tenta responder como se não tivesse sido intimamente afetada por aquilo. "Mas você me viu hoje de manhã"

"Sim, muitas horas atrás, eu sinto falta da sua cara linda, quando estou longe. E aí quando volto, quero ver ela o tempo todo"

O ar some de seus pulmões, e não tem como conseguir fingir que não sente nada por ele, muito menos que aquilo não foi nada.

Seonghwa, que já entendeu toda a situação, se levantou calmamente recolhendo seus legos, com cuidado, claro.

"Acho melhor deixar os dois pombinhos em paz, boa noite" ele saiu do quarto. Você quer o acompanhar até a porta, mas além de não confiar em suas pernas, San ainda está a sua frente, te segurando no lugar.

Os dois se encaram por alguns muito longos segundos, até que o mais velho quebra o silêncio:

"Será que finalmente tenho só pra mim?" Uma de suas sobrancelhas se ergue, enquanto ele estuda seu rosto. Sem coragem de falar alguma coisa, apenas concorda com a cabeça.

San abre o sorriso, que sabe que derrete qualquer pessoa, vítima de seu carinho, e murmura um "ótimo", antes de se esticar e deixar um selinho rápido em seus lábios antes de se levantar, e te puxar pela mão até a sala, onde ele iria colocar sua série, enquanto você fingia que seu coração não batia como uma taquicardia.

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Lego Love | C. S

¡NonIdolSan! x ¡FemaleReader! (Feat. ¡NonIdolSeonghwa!)

Palavras: 5.771 palavras

Avisos: San levemente ciumento e emburrado, muita vibe boyfriend material 💅

N/a: como disse, escrevi isso aqui quando tava boiolando pelo San :). Apesar de ter ficado boiola com ele cantando unholy, aqui tá mais pro San com legos do Seonghwa, então pensem no San de preto e óculos da live dkdj.

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

Qualquer um que a visse com San, veria o modo como seus olhos brilham sempre que o vê, como suas bochechas ficam levemente rosadas sempre que ele sorria, ria e as vezes ficava mais intenso quando ele a tocava.

Mas para San, você era simplesmente uma grande amiga. Uma amiga querida. Uma amiga do peito... Claro que não era sua situação favorita, mas se era preciso isso pra poder continuar perto dele, então que seja.

Então quando San descobriu que você precisaria reformar seu banheiro inteiro, por conta de um vazamento, ele não viu problemas em oferecer não somente seu banheiro, mas seu apartamento inteiro, por que o rapaz não via sentido em te fazer entrar e sair de sua casa, se poderia passar uma temporada tranquila com ele.

A questão está no fato de que você aceitou o convite sem nem pensar duas vezes. Quando seus amigos descobriram, todos, sem exceção te olharam como se fosse alguém digna de manicômio "você vai morar com ele?!"

Não, eles não estavam errado quando avisaram que seria provavelmente sua maior provação. San é o tipo de namorado perfeito: ele acorda todo dia de manhã e prepara o café da manhã, ou te ajuda, quando é você quem acorda primeiro; ele sempre deixa bilhetinhos fofos pela casa, seja pra informar algo que acabou, algum lembrete pra comprar ou organizar alguma coisa, ou... apenas um bilhete do quanto ele se importa com você.

San, também nunca sai de casa sem um abraço de despedida, e nunca volta sem uma bebida, comida, ou chocolatinho...

Ah! E como se não fosse o suficiente, San faz questão de ouvir sobre seu dia, e assistir suas coisas favoritas quando você está triste...

Você jura que consegue sobreviver com esse San, apenas amigo, mas sempre que vocês se separam, seu coração dói, pois sabe que um dia terá, não somente, que ir embora, mas também ele não te ama do mesmo jeito, e todo esse carinho um dia, será pra outra garota de sorte, que você já odeia.

Um dia, Seonghwa um dos amigos em comum que possue com San, passou no apartamento que agora dividem, para conversar, mas também se divertirem, montando seu novo set de lego.

Os dois estavam então sentados confortáveis, um ao lado do outro, com uma música leve tocando ao fundo. Ambos focados no que faziam, conversavam distraidamente sobre suas vidas. Aproveitando que seu outro amigo não estava em casa, Seonghwa a perguntou sobre como estava.

Após contar, despretensiosamente sobre como se sentia, mudou logo de assunto, não queria pensar muito na situação, isso geralmente a deixava pior.

Como sempre, sendo o amigo carinhoso que é, Seonghwa te olhava como um irmão carinhoso, e logo muda de assunto, contado algo sobre wooyoung que te faz gargalhar.

San que estava fora, é agraciado com sua risada alta quando passa pela porta da frente, e automaticamente ele sorri. Deixando as sacolas da janta que trouxe na cozinha, e seguiu um de seus sons favoritos. Chegando no quarto que ele lhe cedeu, sua expressão, assim como seu coração caiu. Choi a viu rindo desesperadamente de Seonghwa, que te olhava amavelmente, enquanto oa dois pareciam muito bem confortáveis em uma espécie de... encontro?!

"Hyung! Não sabia que você ia vir..." O moreno comenta tentando esconder sua confusão, então ele sorri de lado. "Consegui achar o lego que s/n queria montar e achei justo vir montar com ela" o mais velho responde simples, e você o mostra a pequena peça que ainda montava. San a olha com carinho no olhar, e da um sorriso sincero e amoroso.

"Querem jantar? Eu trouxe comida da rua, mas não sei se é o suficiente pra nós três" San diz, mais uma vez, tentando esconder sua frustração. Antes de chegar em casa, ele tinha certeza que os dois iam comer, enquanto assistiam juntos no sofá (provavelmente abraçados), mais um episódio da série que viam juntos.

"Nós acabamos de comer, sannie, mas você deveria jantar, deve estar com fome" o soco que recebeu na barriga, fez o moreno duvidar se era por suas palavras, ou por que você nem o olhou. Apenas concordando com a cabeça, e com seu biquinho chateado, típico, ele saiu do quarto.

"Acho que ele não gostou muito disso não, s/n" Seonghwa chama sua atenção, e você o olha confusa. As sobrancelhas do mais velho estavam erguidas, enquanto ele tentava sugerir algo. Algo absurdo de mais. Por isso apenas riu dele, voltando sua atenção para o brinquedo.

Alguns minutos depois, os dois ainda conversavam calmante, montando muito focados, e ignorantes ao San, que bufava de cinco em cinco minutos no andar de baixo, tentando focar na televisão, mas sendo constantemente interrompido pelo som do murmúrio de suas vozes, e risadas.

Seonghwa nunca foi tão engraçado assim, por que você ria tanto? E o que raios um pedaço de plástico poderia ter que ele não? Um abraço mais confortável? Beijos carinhosos e aleatórios, que te faziam ficar adoravelmente vermelha? Por favor...

Mas... Seonghwa também tem braços que abraçam, é um par de lábios que beijam...

Sem pensar duas vezes, San está novamente no quarto (aliviado quando vê que os dois mal se olham). Pegando sua cadeira de computador, Choi a posiciona ao seu lado, e a observa atentamente. Você é tão linda concentrada, aproximando e afastando o objeto, as sobrancelhas unidas enquanto tentava adivinhar o porque as peças não juntavam...

"Você está encarando. O que já falamos sobre encarar?" Sua voz é calma, mas ainda não o olha. Meu Deus, qual seu problema hoje?!

"Você é linda. O que já falamos sobre você ser linda?" San diz, suavemente, vendo suas bochechas ficarem coloridas. Seonghwa ri de leve, esquecido em seu canto. "E você não me recebeu direito hoje, tô com saudades de você." Ele responde, levando seus dedos até seu queixo, e virando seu rosto, o fazendo o olhar.

Ele estava com uma cara adorável, e aquele biquinho que esconde mais cedo. Engolindo em seco, você tenta responder como se não tivesse sido intimamente afetada por aquilo. "Mas você me viu hoje de manhã"

"Sim, muitas horas atrás, eu sinto falta da sua cara linda, quando estou longe. E aí quando volto, quero ver ela o tempo todo"

O ar some de seus pulmões, e não tem como conseguir fingir que não sente nada por ele, muito menos que aquilo não foi nada.

Seonghwa, que já entendeu toda a situação, se levantou calmamente recolhendo seus legos, com cuidado, claro.

"Acho melhor deixar os dois pombinhos em paz, boa noite" ele saiu do quarto. Você quer o acompanhar até a porta, mas além de não confiar em suas pernas, San ainda está a sua frente, te segurando no lugar.

Os dois se encaram por alguns muito longos segundos, até que o mais velho quebra o silêncio:

"Será que finalmente tenho só pra mim?" Uma de suas sobrancelhas se ergue, enquanto ele estuda seu rosto. Sem coragem de falar alguma coisa, apenas concorda com a cabeça.

San abre o sorriso, que sabe que derrete qualquer pessoa, vítima de seu carinho, e murmura um "ótimo", antes de se esticar e deixar um selinho rápido em seus lábios antes de se levantar, e te puxar pela mão até a sala, onde ele iria colocar sua série, enquanto você fingia que seu coração não batia como uma taquicardia.

» Ateez Reaction [First Kiss with Ateez]

Kim HongJoong

Despite the expectation that you are something old inside him, Kim promised that he would not 'put his feet in his hands', given that he took the courage to declare himself a short time ago, and was hoping for a little bit from you and not scare you.

  Therefore, his visits to the studio became even more habitual, as he called it, since he did not feel that he had anything to lose. But Hongjoong began to feel even less in control of his impulses. And that's when it happened.

  You had to make one of his nightly visits and spend time with him. Both of you talked in your day, and he knew made of you - to show you a song about you, for you. And as he listened to the boy's words about how he was seeing, he felt his heart beat faster and he couldn't control his eyes from watering. Without realizing it, his hand, which was intertwined with the brunette's, was squeezing it, and he remained in his place, until the sound ended.

 Facing each other, it was impossible not to get lost in their eyes, and not notice that the feeling was pure and mutual. They took her free hand, then caressed her face.

    "I promised to take your time…but can I kiss you?" and it was with a "yes" that he didn't wait for, but nothing advanced on her lips in a sweet intense kiss.

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Park Seonghwa

It was her fourth straight date with the guy, and you couldn't deny that she was having the best week of her life. They went to dinners, picnics, a street fair, museums... and the brunette was always very kind and affectionate with you. But it was almost impossible not to think a little more about the situation.

  Of course, you guys were dating for a few days, but you already talked for many more, and you always made it clear your interest in the guy, and why not? Seonghwa is a handsome, kind, good-natured man, and he seemed to fit in very well with his tastes, wants and dreams... but why hadn't they kissed yet?

  After another amazing night where she was taken to the movies and then to dinner, Park left you - in her own words - "completely entire and safe" at home, but they still couldn't say goodbye properly to each other, always coming up with something. another topic for their conversation.

    “Thank you so much, you definitely made my week better” you confess after the laughter subsided and you couldn't stop staring at each other, still with a drunken smile.

  "You don't know how I've come to look forward to our dates..." he admits too, both of them grinning. That's when the question pops into your mind, but in shame, you quickly try to push it away. But I didn't count on Seonghwa knowing you well enough to know that something happened. "Everything is fine?" His tone is gentle, breaking you once again.

   With a shake of your head, you brushed off the conversation, asking about your plans for the next day, and if he didn't really believe you, he didn't say anything.

 A few minutes later — after a worried message from Hongjoong — it became clear that they really needed to say goodbye to each other. Then at the time of the goodbye – definitive – Seonghwa approached slowly, holding her face with both hands. As they got closer, it became more difficult to breathe, and you must have imagined that you could hear your heart beating inside your rib cage. The perfume Park wore, its gentle touch on her skin, it all became so intense that her eyes closed in anticipation of what came next.

  And when he felt Seonghwa's lips on his forehead, he didn't know what else to do. He was being the perfect gentleman, everything felt so magical and perfect…why haven't they kissed yet? Did he feel no attraction? Didn't he want her the same way, and therefore didn't know how to get the hell out of there?

  Your thoughts were racing, thinking about all the bad scenarios between you and Seonghwa when you suddenly felt your lips being touched by his. It was then that he felt all the butterflies in his stomach, all the thoughts fled, and there was nothing left but him. Nothing but Park Seonghwa.

Jeong Yunho

He's just perfect. Tall, handsome, polite, talented, cute, funny, and your best friend. How lucky, huh?! Having the perfect person for you right by your side, but at the same time you can't really have him...

  But there you were, trying to get over him, dating yet another guy, dating yet another guy you met, but you couldn't get your best friend out of your head. Come on, don't be so unfair... Han Jisung is also nice, he's cute, he's funny... but not like Yunho. You start mentally arguing with yourself as you watched Jisung buy you two ice creams as it was a beautiful summer day in Korea.

  When the guy returns with his desserts, he looks very happy, and you've tried to imitate the happiness in his smile, probably failing a little. But soon she found herself really excited, with the conversation they started to have. And for a few minutes you forgot about your best friend...until you saw him standing right there in front of you.

The three stare at each other for a few seconds before coming back to reality. You knew it wasn't wrong to go out with other guys, you didn't date Yunho, but why did it look like you just got caught cheating on him?

  Why was he feeling betrayed? And worse, for you? Jeong Yunho knew he wasn't your boyfriend, so why seeing you there with an acquaintance of his, having fun and smiling made your heart race the wrong way?

  You two were very obvious, for anyone who saw you, even in the situation now, would know that something was going on between the two of you, and Jisung might not think he was very smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He knew right away that he shouldn't be there.

       “Hey! I didn't know they were here...” Yunho is the first to comment as they approach. His smile is fake, you know, and it doesn't help when he can't get a good look at you.

   "Yeah, we thought it was a good day for ice cream..." Jisung replies pointing to the sky, since his throat couldn't seem to produce a single sound. The brunette next to him sighs, knowing that it's not fair to any of the three of them to continue with this situation “Well, Y/n thanks for the tips with Yeji, I think it's time for me to go put them into practice...”

   His head turns so hard and fast it almost makes you dizzy, what is he doing? And since she was looking at him confused, she couldn't see the glint of hope growing in her best friend's eyes. Leaving the scene, Jisung winks at you, indicating the boy now beside him, and then waits for him to move a little further away.

  "So Yeji..." is what the boy says, nudging you with his shoulders, and you laugh weakly repeating his words "I confess I thought you were hanging out."

  "Why? Does that bother you?" You decided to test the limits, since Jisung couldn't have gone out like that for nothing, right? That was a sign, right?

   “Yes” Yunho decides to vent, after all, seeing you there with someone different was a sign, wasn't it? A sign that he could lose you if you didn't do the right thing? The two stop walking and stand facing each other, thoughts racing, imagining what could happen at any moment. "I...I..." Yunho starts to stutter, and you're afraid of what he's going to say, and you do the most impulsive and risky thing you could possibly do.

  All Yunho knows is that one minute he's in front of her trying to confess, and the next, their lips are touching. Blinking a few times, the blonde begins to understand the situation, and surrenders.

  Despite having dreamed several times, she never thought that she could really be glued to Yunho's body, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling you closer, in the most sincere declaration of love... and yet, here you are.

Kang Yeosang

  Wooyoung is a sweetheart. He's a cute boy, kind, funny, and a little too provocative. And of course he wasn't going to leave you out of his pranks. In fact, you were its biggest victim. But the brunette's banter got a little more intense when a mutual friend between you, Yeosang, was around.

  Woo has known him for a long time, and you've known him since wooyoung dragged you to a party. The two were sitting in a corner, with their drinks, and looking bored (since luckily for you, both cell phones also ran out of batteries -Yay!) until the dark, completely drunk sat between you, hugging you. at the same time.

 From then on, where one was, Wooyoung dragged the other. Such behavior caused an involuntary and uncontrollable feeling to arise in you, and as much as you tried to hide it, you couldn't hide anything from your best friend, who on his own decided that he would put the two together.

 And here we are again, in a karaoke bar, sitting next to the blond boy as they watched wooyoung and a few more friends singing to the crowd there. Perhaps the alcohol was starting to take its toll on you, for an impressive courage took hold of you, and your eyes never left the profile of the boy beside you. The rest of the boys probably noticed, since you probably had the famous “heart eyes” from the dramas. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was watch Yeosang.

 "Are you okay?" The boy's low voice almost startled you, as he didn't turn his face to face you, but leaned back in his chair, looking at you. You noticed a flush in his cheek, but figured the drinking was starting to affect him too.

 Fortunately, the little sanity she had left, made her realize that she couldn't face him anymore, so she just nodded, and turned her head forward, surprising herself with everyone else on the stage, conflicting for a microphone before the music started.

  When Psy's “Daddy” started playing, everyone got into the choreography, really fast, and in a really funny way. She was so engrossed in their performance that she barely noticed when Yeosang approached, putting her arm on the back of her chair.

  In a few seconds of courage, also gifted by the drink, Kang touched your cheek, sliding his fingers up to your chin, lightly guiding him towards him, to face him.

 Yeosang's pretty face, had an even prettier smile, and he couldn't believe what he was doing, closing his eyes, and touching his mouth with his, so lightly that he did.

Choi San

 Saturday nights tend to mean big nights for young people just like you. Well, for you, this Saturday night was still special, there's only one small detail: you're going to do the laundry.

 It may seem silly to anyone, but the point is that maybe, you've never washed clothes before, let alone in a community laundry, and even less in the city you're new to. Of course, moving to Seoul had its benefits, but understanding how the city works is still a detail to work on.

 Some of those benefits came in human form... 8 human forms, in fact. After meeting a group of friends in college, who practically adopted you, living in an unknown place became less complicated and lonely. And since they are good and charitable souls, one of them decided that it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to give up going out on Saturday night.

 So here we are, you and Choi San alone with a big pile of dirty laundry to do. The man calmly explained to you about each cycle, water levels, types of fabrics, and the best way to sort your clothes, but all your mind could focus on was the way his eyes seemed to glow in the horrible light of the place. or else how his lips made a slight pout when he spoke a few words

 "And you're not hearing half of what I'm saying..." the brunette laughs when a question he asks doesn't get an answer other than one you staring at him. San smiles slightly embarrassed as you blink trying to come back to reality.

 "Sorry, I'd better get a cart to put this on..." you smile weakly, moving away from the boy as quickly as possible. You don't know what came over you, of course San is a handsome man, you're not blind or stupid to deny it, but since when do you face a friend of yours like that?

 As you lost yourself once more in your own head, you could barely understand the woman who took the cart from his hands. Shocked by such audacity, she held him tighter, drawing the lady's attention, who just disdained what she said, mocking her lines. “Shouldn’t have left it there then, young lady”

   "What?! I’m literally holding him...” the lady then started to pull the cart, but you were still firm in not letting her win this little dispute. Across the laundry room, San watched you, worried about letting you win your first laundry fight, but ready to step in at any moment.

  "Alright, if you want the stroller so bad..." You started to speak, hardly believing what you were going to do next, "You're going to have to take me with it!" Quickly moving one leg and then the other, you were sitting inside the cart, facing the lady who was perplexed. It didn't take more than two seconds for her to roll her eyes, and give up the conflict.

 "Very good!" Choi San emerged smiling, completely happy with her accomplishment, and for some reason you were proud of yourself. Both were grinning from ear to ear, euphoric with the situation. San approached you while still in the cart, praising you, while you barely processed that you not only won the argument, but also that San's face was very, very close to yours.

  Until, in a quick and as simple as natural, his lips touched San's for a millisecond, before the two walked away surprised and hearts pounding in their chests. The excuses start pouring out, and then you don't know if your night could get worse or more humiliating, when suddenly San's lips are glued to yours again, but intentionally.

Song Mingi

You hadn't planned to go out, exactly. But somehow they found each other and didn't let go during the day, and they couldn't get enough of each other.

 It's a cold day in the Korean winter, and they were both feeling the icy wind enter through their thousands of clothes, which now proved not so effective, and to help their luck, all the restaurants where not only the food, but also as all the hot air was, they kept incredibly full. In one of them, you were barely able to get through the door, which was shocking, this has never happened before.

  But hunger was squeezing the two of them, and against all their wills, they saw no other way out than to buy two portions of Tteokbokki to eat together. But there was only one small detail: they would be forced to take off their warm gloves. But it's okay, it's okay, you guys had some little bellies to warm up.

  And there you two were, sitting side by side on a lost bench on the sidewalk, knees rubbing, conversation being thrown away, the tteokbokki was gone, but it took you a while to notice, thus causing incredibly cold hands.

 When Mingi noticed the cold that seemed to break through his skin and go straight to his bones, he gathered the packages in the trash, and snuggled even closer to you, being closely watched by you the whole time. With the brunette closer now, you couldn't help but notice all the beauty that man has. The design of her eyes, her nose so…perfectly placed, the rosy tinge that painted her cheeks, and the shape of her mouth. Was she always this beautiful?

  You were snapped out of your thoughts the moment the boy's big hands took yours, so small by comparison, and began to blow on them to bring some human warmth to your skin.

  Now all the fun atmosphere between you has turned into a moment of anticipation. That moment when the couple in the movie are close, and they're looking at each other, and you know what's going to happen...until it happens, and it's incredibly magical. Well, there you two were.

  Then one of Mingi's hands, calmly brushed a strand of her hair from her neck, leaving her hand on the back of her neck, surprising you with the warmth of it, bringing a slight shiver to your skin. Their faces approached slowly, and when he saw it, the tips of both noses touched.

 “Y/n?” the brunette calls out to you, voice low and soft, as he begins to give you Eskimo kisses, stroking your nose with his own. “Yes” his answer was given in the same tone. "Can I ?" Mingi didn't need to specify his request, you understood his intentions well, and for fear of his voice failing, he only replied with an affirmative nod of his head.

 And after what seemed to take a lot longer than it actually did, you felt Song Mingi's sweet, gentle lips against yours. And even if they decided to go back home, and have a little more privacy, the freezing cold of Korea was still a good excuse for the two of them to stay close to the couch, exchanging kisses.

Jung wooyoung

You weren't much of a party, but he? He was the party itself. No matter where he went, who he was with, wooyoung would attract attention to him as best he could. Not that it bothered you, on the contrary, you liked to see him having fun.

 The party this time was at San's house and many friends (and strangers) were there, lots of drunk people, pranks, people talking and people dancing. You were in a corner, your drink in hand, watching the guy you've been hanging out with walking around the place. It was amazing how he could fit into different groups, and make everyone feel comfortable with him. Proof of that is you.

 The complete opposite of the guy, you are quite introverted and into your own, just trying hard to make yours with yours. And something in your manner caught the boy's attention, who found himself looking forward to seeing you every day in the cafeteria... in the college room... at events and parties...

  “Is the scrumptious lady accompanied?” Wooyoung's own voice snaps you out of your trance, smiling like a naughty child. You end up reflecting the same on your face.

   "yeah yeah, maybe you must have seen him around somewhere..." he observes as you pretend to look around the party. Taking advantage of the fun moment, the brunette takes a step forward and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling his body closer. He doesn't miss the slight reddish tinge his ears and cheeks have taken on, and you try to convince yourself that it's just to hear each other better under the music.

“What a stupid guy, leaving such a beautiful girl alone...” suddenly you were mesmerized, in that room it was just you and him. Jung Wooyoung and his youthful sparkle in his eyes, his charming smile and his woodsy scent that was simply his trademark. "You never know when another idiot will try to steal you..."

  He brought one of his hands to the back of his neck, pulling you even closer, and you couldn't deny that you were really liking him anymore, as your gaze went from his eyes to his mouth "and who is this idiot?"

 They both knew the answer, so her answer came in a sideways laugh, and then her lips pressed to his, in an intense kiss, breathtaking and envied not only in the girls, but in anyone who passed them at that moment.

Jung Jongho

Choi Jongho, unlike what many believe, is not a very difficult person to deal with, or understand. Yes, he didn't start to get used to his presence, but two as the teachers insisted on accompanying them during classes, he ended up taking off.

  And this is understood, in less time than it seems, both of you were already understanding everything about the other. He's come to understand when your mood isn't the best, it means your caffeine reservation is running low, and when he's been too quiet, it means Jongho just wants some time to be alone.

  However, all of a sudden, the boy started to avoid you. Your first shock happened on your bench seat. You were already sitten in your usual spot, when, out of nowhere, Jongho decided to take a seat next to San at the back of the class - making not only you but also San and Wooyoung, the originals lab partners, confused and partnerless. 

It was only when they had some free time, you finally found him on the school's court, the only detail was that it was raining heavily. But still, for some reason, he was there, hitting the ball.

        "You are crazy?" your voice was as loud and thundering

 as the thunder that lit up the sky at that time. The boy looked back, startling as he should, but another emotion took over his face, but it was too fast, and you soon lost what you saw. “Choi Jongho!”

  As you advanced, your footsteps were heavy and increasingly angry. Your friend has only seen you that angry once in his life, and he had hoped to never see it again. The irony is that now, he was the reason you were like this. Oh, fate… When you finally got close to the guy, you didn't think twice about asking why he's been avoiding you all day. And as I expected, Choi tried to close inside himself, more and more.

  "Don't try to run away from me again!" getting exasperated when your friend started to turn his back on you, once again, you tried to hold him, but ended up stepping wrong and almost falling. Almost. Choi Jongho's arms, which were much more muscular than you remembered, held you tight, making your heart beat faster, and your cheeks flush, as if you were in a movie scene.

Silently, he pulls you to your feet, breathing heavily, but unable to take his arms from around your waist. “Jong, why?” in a total opposite to his tone of voice when he arrived at the place, and even without being able to look at you, Jongho sighed and spoke in a voice so low, that he only heard because he was very close to him “I saw you with Chenle today”. You really didn't understand what he meant by that, but you also can't ignore that as he spoke, he squeezed your waist, not to hurt you, but like when he held your hand to calm down.

  “You were laughing, and you looked so close…it bothered me a little bit” Jongho, your best friend, felt jealous…of Chenle? One of his hands goes to the boy's strong arm, who still avoids his gaze, embarrassed and saddened by the whole situation. “Jong, you are my best…”

   He was in the middle of his speech when the boy released his body a little too rough, but without meaning to. Something about what you said bothered you, but you again didn't understand what it was. Again needing to call him at least twice more as he walked with steps as strong as his when he arrived at the place.

  "That's the problem! I am your best friend! And that's just it.” Choi couldn't take any more holding back all the feelings that she keeps in herself and started to dump them on you, without realizing it, while proclaiming about not wanting to be your friend anymore, but the person who makes you laugh, smile in the morning and at night… you were already in his arms. Her large, expressive eyes stared back at him in shock and completely transfixed. "I better go"

  Tired of hiding her feelings from the boy and also spending the day chasing him around school, and now around the court, she grabbed him by the collar and glued both lips together in a somewhat confused kiss. The moment they parted, they started staring at each other, with only one thing in mind: Oh.

» Ateez Reaction [Primeiro beijo com Ateez]

Kim HongJoong

Apesar da atração por você ser algo antigo dentro dele, o Kim prometeu que não iria 'colocar os pés entre as mãos', tendo em vista que tomou coragem para se declarar há pouco tempo, e estava esperando algum sinal seu e não te assustar.  

  Portanto suas visitas ao estúdio começaram a ser ainda mais frequentes, conforme ele tá chamava, já que ele não sentiu, ter o que perder. Porém Hongjoong passou a se sentir menos ainda no controle de seus impulsos. E foi então que aconteceu.  

  Você tinha ido fazer uma de suas visitas noturnas e passar um tempo com ele. Ambos falavam de seu dia, e ele resolveu então te mostrar uma música que tinha feito - de você, sobre você, para você. E conforme escutava, as palavras do rapaz sobre como ele te via, sentiu seu coração bater mais forte e não conseguir controlar seus olhos de marejarem. Sem perceber, sua mão que estava entrelaçada com a do moreno, a apertava, e ele se manteve em seu lugar, até o som se acabar.  

 De frente um para o outro, foi impossível não se perder em seus olhos, e não notar que o sentimento era puro e recíproco. Kim então levou a mão livre para seu rosto, acariciando a bochecha.  

    "Eu prometi esperar seu tempo..., mas posso te beijar?" e foi com um baixo "sim" que ele não esperou por, mas nada avançou nos seus lábios em um doce e intenso beijo.

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Park Seonghwa

Era seu quarto encontro seguido com o rapaz, e você não poderia negar que estava tendo a melhor semana da sua vida. Foram a jantares, picnics, uma feira de rua, museus...e o moreno a todo momento se mostrava muito gentil e carinhoso com você. Mas foi quase impossível não deixar de pensar um pouquinho a mais na situação.  

  Claro, vocês estavam saindo a poucos dias, mas já se falavam por muitos mais, e sempre deixou claro seu interesse no rapaz, e como não? Seonghwa é um homem bonito, gentil, bem humorado, e parecia ter se encaixado muito bem com seus gostos, vontades e sonhos..., mas porque ainda não tinham se beijado?  

  Após mais uma noite incrível onde foi levada para o cinema e logo em seguida um jantar, Park te deixou – segundo suas próprias palavras - “completamente inteira e segura” em casa, mas ainda não conseguiam se despedir corretamente um do outro, sempre surgindo algum outro tópico para a conversa dos dois.  

    “Muito obrigada, você definitivamente fez minha semana melhor” você confessa após as risadas diminuírem e não conseguirem mais parar de se encarar, ainda com um sorriso bêbado.  

  “Você não sabe como passei a ficar ansioso por nossos encontros...” ele admite também, ambos sorrindo largo. É quando a questão surge em sua mente, mas com vergonha, tenta afastá-la rapidamente. Porém não contava que Seonghwa já te conhecesse o suficiente para saber que algo aconteceu. “Está tudo bem?” seu tom é gentil, te quebrando mais uma vez.  

   Com um aceno de cabeça, você desconversou, perguntando sobre seus planos para o dia seguinte, e se ele não acreditou em você de fato, não comentou nada.  

 Poucos minutos depois — após uma mensagem preocupada de Hongjoong — ficou claro que realmente precisavam se despedir um do outro. Então na hora do tchau – definitivo – Seonghwa se aproximou lentamente, segurando seu rosto com ambas as mãos. Conforme se aproximavam, ficou mais difícil de respirar, e você com certeza imaginou ser possível ouvir seu coração bater dentro da caixa torácica. O perfume que Park usava, seu toque gentil em sua pele, tudo se tornou tão intenso que seus olhos se fecharam antecipando o que vinha em seguida.  

  E quando sentiu os lábios de Seonghwa em sua testa não soube mais o que fazer. Ele estava sendo o perfeito cavalheiro, tudo parecia tão mágico e perfeito... por que ainda não se beijaram? Ele não sentia atração? Ele não a queria do mesmo jeito, e, portanto, não sabia como dar o fora? 

  Seus pensamentos estavam a mil, pensando em todos os péssimos cenários entre você e Seonghwa quando de repente sentiu seus lábios serem tocados pelos dele. Foi ali então que sentiu todas as borboletas no estômago, todos os pensamentos se esvaíram, e não restou nada além dele. Nada além de Park Seonghwa.  

Jeong Yunho

Ele é simplesmente perfeito. Alto, bonito, bem educado, talentoso, fofo, engraçado, e seu melhor amigo. Quanta sorte, ein?! Ter a pessoa perfeita pra você bem ao seu lado, mas ao mesmo tempo não pode o ter de verdade... 

  Mas lá estava você, tentando o superar, saindo com mais um rapaz, mais um garoto que conheceu, mas sem conseguir tirar seu melhor amigo da cabeça. Vamos lá, não seja tão injusta... Han Jisung também é legal, é fofo, é engraçado..., só não como Yunho. Você começa a discutir mentalmente consigo, enquanto observava Jisung comprar dois sorvetes para vocês já que era um belo dia de verão na Coreia.  

  Quando o rapaz retornou com suas sobremesas, ele parecia muito feliz, e você tentou imitar a felicidade em seu sorriso, provavelmente falhando um pouco. Porém logo se viu realmente animada, com a conversa que passaram a ter. E por alguns minutos você esqueceu sobre seu melhor amigo...até o ver parado bem ali na sua frente. 

  Os três se encaram por alguns segundos até voltarem para a realidade. Você sabia que não era errado sair com outros caras, não namorava Yunho, mas por que então parecia que você acabou de ser pega o traindo?  

  Por que ele estava se sentindo traído? E pior, por você? Jeong Yunho sabia que não era seu namorado, então porque te ver ali com um conhecido dele, se divertindo e sorrindo fez seu coração acelerar do jeito errado?  

  Vocês dois eram muito óbvios, para qualquer um que os visse, mesmo na situação agora, saberia que alguma coisa acontecia entre os dois, e Jisung poderia não se achar muito inteligente, mas também não era burro. Ele soube na hora, que não deveria estar alí.  

        “Hey! Não sabia que estavam por aqui...” Yunho é o primeiro a comentar quando se aproximam. Seu sorriso é falso, você sabe, e não ajuda nada quando ele não consegue te olhar direito. 

    “Pois é, achamos que era um bom dia para tomar sorvete...” Jisung responde apontando para o céu, já que sua garganta parecia não conseguir produzir um som sequer. O moreno ao seu lado suspira, sabendo que não é justo com nenhum dos três continuar com essa situação “Bom, Y/n obrigada pelas dicas com a Yeji, acho que é hora de eu ir colocá-las em prática...” 

  Sua cabeça vira tão forte e rápida que quase te faz ficar tonta, o que ele está fazendo? E já que o olhava confusa, não podia ver o brilho de esperança crescer nos olhos do seu melhor amigo. Saindo de cena, Jisung pisca pra você, indicando o rapaz agora ao seu lado, e então o espera se afastar um pouco mais. 

  “Então a Yeji...” é o que o rapaz diz, te cutucando com os ombros, e você ri fraco repetindo suas palavras “Confesso que pensei que estavam saindo”  

   “Por que? Isso te incomoda?” Você resolveu testar os limites, já que o Jisung não poderia ter saído daquele jeito pra nada, certo? Aquilo era um sinal, certo?  

   “Sim” Yunho decide desabafar, afinal te ver ali com alguém diferente, foi um sinal, não foi? Um sinal de que ele poderia te perder se não tomasse uma atitude certa? Os dois param de andar e ficam um de frente para o outro, pensamentos a mil, imaginando o que pode acontecer a qualquer momento. “Eu...Eu...” Yunho começa a gaguejar, e você tem medo do que ele vai dizer, e faz a coisa mais impulsiva e arriscada que poderia fazer. 

  Tudo o que Yunho sabe é que uma hora ele está na sua frente tentando se confessar, e no outro, seus lábios estão se tocando. Piscando algumas vezes, o loiro passa a compreender a situação, e se entrega. 

  Apesar de ter sonhado várias vezes, nunca pensou que poderia realmente estar colada sob o corpo de Yunho, suas mãos enroscadas em sua nuca, te puxando para mais perto, na mais sincera declaração de amor... e mesmo assim, aqui está você.  

Kang Yeosang

Wooyoung é um amor de pessoa. Ele é um menino fofo, gentil, engraçado, e um pouquinho provocador de mais. E claro que ele não ia te deixar de fora de suas brincadeiras. Na verdade, você era sua maior vítima. Mas as brincadeiras do moreno ficavam um pouco mais intensas quando um amigo em comum entre vocês, Yeosang estava por perto.  

  Woo o conhecia desde muito tempo, e você o conhecia desde que wooyoung te arrastou para uma festa. Os dois estavam sentados em um canto, com suas bebidas, e cara de tédio (já que para a sorte de vocês, ambos os celulares também acabaram as baterias –Yay!) até que o moreno, completamente bêbado sentou entre vocês, abraçando-os ao mesmo tempo.  

 A partir de então, onde um estava, Wooyoung arrastava o outro. Tal comportamento fez com que um sentimento involuntário e incontrolável surgisse em você, e por mais que tentasse disfarçar, não conseguia esconder nada de seu melhor amigo, que por conta própria decidiu que juntaria os dois.  

 E aqui estamos nós novamente, em um bar karaokê, sentada ao lado do rapaz loiro, enquanto observavam wooyoung e mais alguns amigos cantando para o público ali. Talvez o álcool estava começando a fazer efeito em você, pois uma coragem impressionante tomou conta de si, e seus olhos não deixavam o perfil do rapaz ao seu lado. O resto dos meninos provavelmente perceberam, já que você provavelmente tinha os famosos “heart eyes” dos doramas. Mas no momento, tudo o que queria era observar Yeosang. 

 “Você está bem?” A voz baixa do rapaz quase te assustou, já que ele não virou o rosto pra te encarar, mas se recostou na cadeira, te olhando. Você percebeu um tom avermelhado em sua bochecha, mas imaginou que a bebida estava passando a afetá-lo também.  

 Felizmente a pouca sanidade que ainda lhe restava, a fez perceber que não poderia mais o encarar, então apenas acenou afirmativamente com a cabeça, e virou sua cabeça para frente, se surpreendendo com todos os outros em cima do palco, disputando por um microfone antes da música começar.  

 Quando “Daddy” do Psy começou a tocar, todos se entrosaram na coreografia, muito rápido, e de um jeito muito engraçado. Estava tão absorta na apresentação deles, que mal notou quando Yeosang se aproximou, colocando seu braço no apoio da sua cadeira.  

  Em alguns segundos de coragem, também presenteado pela bebida, Kang tocou sua bochecha, deslizando seus dedos até seu queixo, levemente guiando-o em sua direção, para encará-lo.

 O rosto bonito de Yeosang, tinha um sorriso ainda mais bonito, e ele não acreditava no que estava fazendo, fechando os olhos, e tocando sua boca com a dele, tão levemente que o fez         

Choi San

Sábados à noite tendem a significar grandes noites para pessoas jovens, assim como você. Bom, pra você, esse sábado à noite não deixou de ser especial, só com um pequeno detalhe diferente das outras pessoas: você vai lavar roupa. 

 Pode parecer coisa boba para qualquer um, mas a questão está no fato de que talvez, você nunca tenha lavado sua roupa sozinha antes, e muito menos em uma lavanderia comunitária, e menos ainda em uma nova cidade. Claro, mudar para Seul teve seus benefícios, mas entender como a cidade funciona ainda é um detalhe a se trabalhar.  

 Alguns desses benefícios vieram em forma humana... 8 formas humanas, na verdade. Após conhecer um grupo de amigos na faculdade, que praticamente te adotou, viver em um lugar desconhecido passou a ser menos complicado e solitário. E já que são almas boas e caridosas, um deles decidiu que não seria muito incômodo abrir mão de sair sábado à noite para te ajudar com suas roupas sujas.  

 Então aqui estamos, você e Choi San sozinhos com um grande amontoado de roupas sujas para serem lavadas. O homem te explicava calmamente sobre cada ciclo, níveis de água, tipos de tecidos, e o melhor jeito de separar suas roupas, mas tudo o que sua mente conseguia focar era no modo como os olhos dele pareciam brilhar sob a luz horrível do lugar, ou então como os lábios dele faziam um leve biquinho quando ele falava algumas palavras  

 “E você não está ouvindo metade do que estou falando...” o moreno ri quando uma pergunta feita por ele não obtém uma resposta além de uma você o encarando. San sorri levemente envergonhado quando você pisca tentando voltar à realidade.  

 “Desculpa, é melhor eu pegar um carrinho para colocar isso...” você sorri fraco se afastando do rapaz o mais rápido possível. Você não sabe o que deu em você, claro que San é um homem bonito, você não é cega, nem estúpida para negar isso, mas desde quando encara um amigo seu assim? 

 Enquanto se perdia mais uma vez em sua própria cabeça, mal podia compreender a mulher que pegava o carrinho de suas mãos. Chocada com tal atrevimento, o segurou mais forte, chamando a atenção da senhora, que apenas desdenhou do que disse, debochando de suas falas. “Não deveria ter deixado por aí então, mocinha” 

 “O que?! Eu estou literalmente segurando ele...” a senhora então começou a puxar o carrinho, mas você ainda estava firme em não a deixar vencer essa pequena disputa. Do outro lado da lavanderia, San te observava preocupado se deveria interferir, ou te deixar vencer sua primeira briga de lavanderia sozinha, mas estava inegavelmente pronto para intervir a qualquer momento. 

  “Tudo bem, se a senhora quer tanto o carrinho...” Você começou a falar, mal acreditando no que faria a seguir, “Vai ter que me levar com ele!” Passando rapidamente uma perna e depois a outra, você estava sentada dentro do tal carrinho, encarando a senhora que estava perplexa. Não demorou mais que dois segundos para ela rolar os olhos, e desistir do conflito.  

 “Muito bem!” Choi San surge sorrindo completamente contente com seu feito, e por algum motivo você estava orgulhosa de si mesma. Ambos sorriam de orelha a orelha, eufóricos com a situação. San se aproximou de você ainda no carrinho, te elogiando, enquanto você mal processava que não só ganhou a discussão, mas como também que o rosto de San estava muito, muito próximo do seu.  

  Até que em um rápido e tão singelo quanto natural, seus lábios tocaram os de San por um milésimo de segundo, antes dos dois se afastarem surpresos e de corações batendo forte em seus peitos. As desculpas começam a sair, e então você já não sabe mais se sua noite pode piorar ou ficar mais humilhante, quando de repente os lábios de San estão colados nos seus mais vez, mas intencionalmente.     

Song Mingi

Vocês não tinham combinado de sair, exatamente. Mas de alguma forma se encontraram e não se soltaram durante o dia, e não conseguiram se cansar um do outro.  

 É um dia frio no inverno da Coréia, e ambos estavam sentindo o vento gélido entrar por entre suas milhares de roupas, que agora se mostravam não tão eficazes, e para ajudar a sorte dos dois, todos os restaurantes onde não somente as comidas, mas também como todo o ar quente estava, se mantinham incrivelmente cheios. Em um deles, vocês mal conseguiram entrar pela porta, o que era chocante, aquilo nunca aconteceu antes. 

  Mas a fome estava apertando os dois, e contrariando todas as suas vontades, não viram outra saída a não ser comprar duas porções de Tteokbokki para comerem juntos. Mas tinha apenas um pequeno detalhe: seriam obrigados a tirar suas luvas quentinhas. Mas tudo bem, tudo bem, vocês tinham umas barriguinhas para esquentar. 

  E lá estavam vocês dois, sentados lado a lado em um banco perdido na calçada, os joelhos se roçando, conversa sendo jogada fora, o tteokbokki se foi, mas vocês acabaram demorando para perceber, causando assim mãos incrivelmente geladas.  

 Quando Mingi percebeu o frio que parecia atravessar sua pele e ir direto para seus ossos, juntou as embalagens no lixo, e se aconchegou mais perto ainda de você, sendo atentamente observado por você o tempo todo. Com o moreno agora mais perto, você não pôde deixar de reparar em toda a beleza que aquele homem tem. O desenho de seus olhos, seu nariz tão...perfeitamente colocado, o tom rosado que pintou em suas bochechas, e o formato da sua boca. Ela sempre foi tão bonita assim?  

  Você foi tirada de seus pensamentos, no momento em que as grandes mãos do rapaz seguraram as suas, tão pequenas comparadas, e passou as assoprar, para levar um pouco de calor humano à sua pele.  

  Agora todo o clima divertido entre vocês se transformou em um momento de expectativa. Aquele momento de quando o casal do filme está perto, e estão se olhando, e você sabe o que vai acontecer...até que acontece, e é incrivelmente mágico. Bom, lá estavam vocês dois. 

  Então uma das mãos de Mingi, calmamente tirou uma mecha de seu cabelo do seu pescoço, deixando a mão em sua nuca, te surpreendendo com o calor da mesma, trazendo um leve arrepio à sua pele. Seus rostos se aproximaram lentamente, e quando viu, as pontas de ambos os narizes tocaram.  

 “Y/n?” o moreno te chama, voz baixa e suave, enquanto ele começou a te dar beijinhos de esquimó, acariciando seu nariz com o próprio. “Sim” sua resposta lhe foi dada no mesmo tom. “Posso?” Mingi não precisava especificar o seu pedido, você entendeu bem suas intenções, e com medo de sua voz falhar, respondeu apenas com um sinal afirmativo de sua cabeça.

 E depois do que pareceu demorar muito mais do que realmente demorou, você sentiu os doces e gentis lábios de Song Mingi contra os seus. E mesmo que tenham decidido voltar para casa, e ter um pouco mais de privacidade, o frio congelante da Coreia ainda foi uma boa desculpa para os dois se manterem coladinhos no sofá, trocando beijinhos.  

Jung wooyoung

Você não era muito de festa, mas ele? Ele era a própria festa. Não importa onde fosse, com quem estivesse, wooyoung atraia a atenção pra ele da melhor forma possível. Não que isso incomodasse você, pelo contrário, você gostava de ver ele se divertindo.  

 A festa dessa vez era na casa de San e muitos amigos (e desconhecidos) estavam lá, muitas brincadeiras de gente bêbada, gente conversando e gente dançando. Você estava em um canto, com sua bebida em mãos observando o cara com quem tem saído andando de um lado para outro do lugar. Era incrível como ele conseguia se encaixar em diversos grupos, e fazer todos se sentirem confortáveis com ele. Uma prova disso, é você.

 O completo oposto do rapaz, você é bem introvertida e na sua, apenas se esforçando pra fazer o seu com os seus. E alguma coisa no seu jeito chamou a atenção do rapaz, que se viu ansioso pra te ver todos os dias na cafeteria...na sala da faculdade...nos eventos e festas... 

  “A bela dama está acompanhada?” a voz do próprio wooyoung te tira do seu transe, sorrindo como uma criança sapeca. Você acaba refletindo o mesmo em seu rosto.  

   “sim, sim, talvez você deve ter o visto por aí em algum lugar...” ele observa enquanto você finge procurar pela festa. Se aproveitando do momento divertido, o moreno dá um passo à frente e enlaça sua cintura com um braço, puxando seu corpo mais pra perto. Ele não perde o leve tom avermelhado que suas orelhas e bochechas tomaram, e você tenta se convencer que é apenas para se ouvirem melhor sob a música.   

  “Que cara idiota, deixar uma garota tão bonita assim, sozinha...” de repente, você estava hipnotizada, naquela sala era apenas você e ele. Jung Wooyoung e seu brilho jovial em seus olhos, seu sorriso encantador e seu perfume amadeirado que era simplesmente sua marca registrada. “Nunca se sabe quando um outro idiota vai tentar rouba-la...”  

  Ele levou uma de suas mãos para sua nuca, te puxando ainda mais pra perto, e você não conseguia mais negar que estava realmente gostando dele, enquanto seu olhar ia de seus olhos a sua boca “e quem é esse idiota?” 

 Ambos sabiam a resposta, então sua resposta veio em um riso de lado, e logo seus lábios colados nos dele, em um beijo intenso, de tirar o fôlego e dar inveja não somente nas garotas, mas em quer pessoa que passasse pelos dois naquele momento. 

Jung Jongho

Choi Jongho diferente do que muitos acreditam, não é uma pessoa muito difícil de lidar, ou entender. Sim, no começo ele demorou a se acostumar com sua presença, mas conforme os professores insistiam em juntar os dois durante as aulas, ele acabou se deixando levar. 

  E por isso, em menos tempo do que muitos pensavam, vocês já entendiam tudo um sobre o outro. Ele passou a compreender que quando seu humor não estava dos melhores, significava que seu estoque de cafeína já estava nos últimos, e você, que quando ele está muito calado, jongho apenas quer um tempo para ficar sozinho. 

  Porém, de uma hora para outra, o rapaz passou a te evitar. Seu primeiro choque com sua repentina mudança de humor, foi quando após o intervalo, voltaram para o laboratório, mas ao invés de se sentar na bancada em que costumam se sentar, Jongho passou por você em sua bancada, e se sentou ao lado de San nos fundos - ação essa que deixou não somente você, mas também San e Wooyoung confusos, e sem suas duplas típicas. E então nas seguintes aulas, o moreno passou a te ignorar como se fosse uma praga, mas você simplesmente não conseguiu encontrar a razão para isso. 

  Foi somente quando tinham um tempo livre, você finalmente o encontrou na quadra da escola, o único detalhe é que estava chovendo fortemente. Mas mesmo assim, por algum motivo, ele estava ali, batendo bola. 

        “Você está louco?” sua voz soou tão forte, ruidosa e ensurdecedora quanto um trovão que iluminou o céu naquela hora. O rapaz olhou para trás, assustando como deveria, mas outra emoção tomou conta de seu rosto, mas foi rápido demais, e você logo perdeu o que era. “Choi Jongho!”

  Conforme você avançava, seus passos eram pesados e cada vez mais irada. Seu amigo só te viu tão brava assim, uma vez na vida, e esperou não ver nunca mais. A ironia é que agora, ele era o motivo por que você estava assim. Ai ai o destino… Quando finalmente chegou perto do rapaz, não pensou duas vezes em perguntar o porquê dele estar te evitando o dia todo. E como já esperava, Choi tentava se fechar dentro de si, cada vez mais. 

  “Não tente fugir de mim, de novo!” se exasperando quando seu amigo passou a se virar de costas para você, mais uma vez, tentou o segurar, mas acabou pisando em falso  e quase caindo. Quase. Os braços de Choi Jongho, que estavam muitos mais musculosos do que você se recordava, te seguraram firme, fazendo seu coração bater mais forte, e suas bochechas corarem, como se estivessem em uma cena de filme. 

  Em silêncio, ele te coloca em pé, respirando pesado, mas sem conseguir tirar os braços de sua cintura. “Jong, por que?” em um oposto total ao seu tom de voz quando chegou no lugar, e mesmo sem conseguir te olhar, Jongho suspirou e falou em uma voz tão baixa, que só ouviu pois estava muito próxima dele “eu vi você com Chenle hoje”. Você realmente não entendeu o que ele quis dizer com aquilo, mas também não pode ignorar que conforme falava, apertava sua cintura, mas não para te machucar, mas como quando ele segurava sua mão para se acalmar.

  “Vocês estavam rindo, e pareciam tão íntimos… me incomodou um pouco” Jongho, seu melhor amigo sentiu ciúmes…do Chenle? Uma de suas mãos vai para o braço forte do rapaz, que ainda evita seu olhar, envergonhado e sentido com toda a situação. “Jong, você é meu melhor…”

   Estava no meio de sua fala, quando o rapaz soltou seu corpo um pouco bruto de mais, mas sem querer. Alguma coisa no que disse o incomodou, mas você mais uma vez não compreendeu o que foi. Tornando a precisar chamá-lo pelo menos mais duas vezes conforme ele andava a passos tão fortes quanto os seus quando chegou no lugar. 

  “Esse é o problema! Eu sou seu melhor amigo! E é apenas isso.” Choi não aguentou mais segurar todos os sentimentos que a muito guarda em si, e começou a despejá-los em você, sem perceber, que enquanto proclama sobre não querer mais ser seu amigo, e sim a pessoa que te faz rir, sorrir de manhã e à noite… você já estava em seus braços. Seus grandes e expressivos olhos o encarando em choque, e completamente paralisada. “É melhor eu ir”

  Cansada de esconder seus sentimentos do rapaz e de também passar o dia o perseguindo pela escola, e agora pela quadra, o segurou pelo colarinho, e colou ambos os lábios em um beijo um tanto confuso. No momento em que se separaram, passaram a se encarar, com apenas uma coisa em mente: Oh.

It's 10 a.m and I'm crying 🥲

hi i hope your requests are open 😓😓😓 i was wondering if you could do an ot8 comfort fic thing for when the ateez members find out that reader used to selfharm because of the scars left behind. if you dw to do ot8 then just mingi is fine.

thank you sm!

I’m so sorry it took this long i got sidetracked 😭😭 but i hope you like it

Ateez reacting to their SO’s self harm scars

Synopsis: ateez comforts the reader after finding out about their self harm scars

Pairing: ateez x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff, comfort

Word count: 3k

Warnings: mentions of past struggles with self harm

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• Hongjoong

The soft hum of music filled the cozy studio as Hongjoong focused on the delicate dance of his fingers on the MIDI keyboard, his laptop screen glowing with various tracks and effects. Beside him, you were nestled in a comfortable chair, engrossed in a book, occasionally shifting to find a more comfortable position.

As you moved, your shorts rode up slightly, revealing faint scars on your thighs. Hongjoong's eyes flickered with concern as he noticed, surprised to have not seen them before. He paused his work, turning to you with a gentle furrow in his brow.

"Jagi, what happened to your thighs?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for answers.

You looked down at your scars, a small sigh escaping your lips. "Oh, those? Just old battle wounds," you replied casually, trying to not fall back into painful memories.

Hongjoong's heart sank at your casual response. "But... how did you get them?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice.

You inhaled sharply, setting your book aside. "It's... a long story. But really, it's all in the past. They don't bother me anymore."

Hongjoong's heart clenched at your stiff tone, but he chose not to pry further. He reached out to gently trace the scars with his fingertips, his touch hesitant, as if it might hurt you, but you found it comforting. "I wish I had noticed sooner," he murmured, his voice laced with regret.

You met his gaze, offering him a small smile. "It's okay, love. I got out of it. It not exactly pleasant to remember but I’ll be fine," you reassured him, squeezing his hand affectionately. "Besides, consider it character development."

Hongjoong pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he could shield you from any pain. "Don’t make jokes now," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But remember, you don't have to bear it alone. I'm here for you, always."

"Thank you," you whispered, feeling With warmth spreading through your body, grateful for his presence and understanding.

• Seonghwa

Seonghwa sat comfortably on his bed, his back resting against the pillows as he played Animal Crossing on his Switch. You snuggled close beside him, the warmth of his body against yours, as you watched the screen together.

You continued watching with fascination, occasionally pointing out cute details or offering suggestions for his virtual paradise.

"Hwa, look! You should put a little picnic area by the beach," you suggested, your voice filled with excitement.

He glanced at you, a warm smile gracing his lips as he listened to your ideas. But then, as the light from the screen shifted, he noticed something on your forearm. Faint scars, barely visible except for when the light from the screen illuminated them but it was enough to catch his attention. He paused the game, concern flickering in his eyes as he gently traced his fingers over them.

"What are these?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with worry.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over you. But then, meeting his gaze, you offered a reassuring smile. "They're old scars," you explained gently. "I'm better now, Seonghwa. You don't need to worry."

He furrowed his brows, his concern evident. "But... how did I never notice them before?"

You shrugged lightly. "They're not something I like to talk about, anyways being with you makes me feel confident and content with myself and I don't dwell on the past when I'm with you."

Seonghwa's heart swelled with love and admiration for you. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're so strong, Y/N," he murmured, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "And you're not alone. I'm here for you, always."

You smiled at him, feeling absolutely content as you relaxed further into his arms.

• Yunho

Yunho had always been passionate about his work, especially dancing. So when he dragged you along to the KQ dance studio one evening, you couldn't say no to his big puppy eyes, even if it meant sitting on the sidelines and watching him move with such grace that not even the best could replicate.

As he swayed and spun across the polished floor, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. His dedication and talent were mesmerizing, filling the room with an energy that was infectious.

"That was amazing," you whispered as he finished a particularly intricate sequence.

He grinned, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Thanks, love. But you know what would make it even better?"

You raised an eyebrow, already anticipating his answer.

"If you joined me," he said, extending a hand towards you.

You shook your head, chuckling softly. "No way, Yunho. I'm not half as talented as you are."

But Yunho was persistent, and before you knew it, he had pulled you up from your seat and into the centre of the studio. You stumbled a bit, feeling a little self-conscious as you stood next to him.

"Don't worry," he reassured you, placing his hands on your waist. "Just follow my lead."

You moved together, following his lead as best you could. It wasn't long before you found yourself lost in the music, the worries of the day melting away with each step.

But then, as you spun around, your shirt shifted, revealing the faint marks on your shoulder. Yunho noticed immediately, his expression shifting from playful to concerned. He stopped dancing, his hands dropping to his sides. You froze at his sudden shift in demeanour and looked at him in confusion waiting for him to say something.

"What's this?" he asked, gently tracing the marks with his fingertips.

You bit your lip, feeling exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. "Oh, um, it's nothing. Probably just from a cat or something."

Yunho raised an eyebrow at your answer, he wasn't convinced. "You sure about that?"

You sighed, knowing you couldn't keep it from him any longer. "Fine, I used do it when I got frustrated or angry with myself. It's stupid, I know."

Yunho's eyes widened in horror, his fingers still lingering on your skin. "Why would you do that?"

You shrugged, feeling embarrassed. "I don't know. It's like a subconscious thing, I guess."

"You don't have to do that anymore," he murmured against your skin, kissing the scars lightly. "You have me now. Whenever you feel like that, come to me. Lean on me, use me however you like. I'll be here for you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in his chest, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

• Yeosang

Yeosang had gone out for a while to run some errands, leaving you to enjoy a peaceful nap on his large bed. You decided to steal one of his shirts, the comfort of which immediately sent you to sleep. Unbeknownst to you,in your deep slumber as you shifted around, the shirt had slipped off your shoulder, exposing the healed scars that adorned your skin.

As Yeosang returned home, his heart swelled at the sight of you, peacefully sleeping. He couldn't help but smile fondly, thinking of how cute and tiny you looked in his clothes, quietly he approached to admire your peaceful face. Gently, he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, as he did his gaze shifted to the scars that marred your skin. Concern flooded his features as he leaned in closer, his fingertips hovering over the healed marks.

You stirred at his touch, blinking awake with a soft smile as you recognized him. "Hey, Yeosang, you’re back, " you greeted smiling at him, your voice still laced with sleep.

But as your eyes met his, you noticed the concern etched in his expression, his eyes fixed on the scars. "Is everything alright?" you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

Yeosang's worry spilled out in a rush of questions. "What happened? Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me?"

Confusion flashed across your face before you realised what he was looking at, and you gently reached out to cup his cheek, soothing the furrow in his brow. "Yeosang, it's okay," you reassured him, your voice gentle yet firm. "Those scars are old. It's been nearly a decade since then."

You could see the relief wash over him, but he still looked troubled. "But... why? Why did you...?"

You placed a finger over his lips, silencing his questions. "I was going through a tough time back then," you explained softly. "But being with you... you make me so happy, Yeosang. I haven't had any bad thoughts since."

His eyes softened, and he pulled you into a comforting embrace, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "I'm just glad you're okay," he murmured against your skin.

You smiled up at him, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. "I'm more than okay," you whispered, leaning in to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. "I'm better than I've ever been, all because of you."

• San

After a warm evening shower you wanted nothing more but to get into your fluffy pyjamas and go to sleep. You stood in front of your mirror, carefully putting on your clothes, when the door unexpectedly swung open, revealing San on the other side. Startled, you instinctively grabbed a towel to cover yourself.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't realize you were in here," San stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"It's okay, San. Just give me a moment," you said, adjusting your shirt as you continued dressing. You had been with him long enough not to feel entirely uncomfortable with him seeing you like this.

As you finished, you noticed San's gaze lingering on a particular spot near your hips. Sensing his stare, you furrowed your brows and glanced down, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Is something wrong?" you asked, your voice laced with concern.

San blinked, seemingly snapping out of his trance. "Oh, no, it's nothing," he quickly replied, though his expression betrayed his curiosity.

You sighed softly, knowing he wouldn't let it go that easily. "They're just scars from my past," you explained, gesturing towards the faded marks on your upper thigh and hips. "Back then I struggled a lot with my confidence," you winced slightly at the painful memory.

San's eyes widened in realisation, and his features softened with empathy. "I had no idea," he murmured, stepping closer to you. "You're perfect, you know? I can't believe you would ever think otherwise."

A small, appreciative smile tugged at your lips, touched by his sincerity. "Thank you, San," you replied softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I'm in a much better place now."

Without hesitation, San reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. "I'm glad to hear that," he whispered, his gaze filled with adoration. "But just know, I'll always be here to remind you of how incredible you are."

His words melted away any lingering insecurities, and you couldn't help but lean in to press a tender kiss against his lips. "Thank you for always being so understanding," you murmured against his mouth.

"Of course," San replied, returning the kiss with equal fervor. "You don't ever have to worry about anything when you're with me.

• Mingi

After ages of going to the gym, lifting weights and what not, you had finally convinced Mingi to join you for a workout session at home. He was a bit hesitant about it at first, but eventually agreed, eager to spend more time with you. You chose something slow and peaceful, as opposed to the usual fast cardio routine.

You rolled out your yoga mats in a quiet corner of the living room, ready to start your session. "Alright, Mingi, let's begin with some simple stretches," you said, gesturing for him to follow your lead.

Mingi nodded, a determined look on his face as he mirrored your movements. You guided him through various yoga poses, explaining the significance behind each one with patience and encouragement. As you moved gracefully from one pose to another, you couldn't help but notice Mingi's intense focus on you.

Eventually, you transitioned into a seated position, stretching out your legs. That's when you saw Mingi's gaze flicker down to your thighs, his expression shifting slightly.

Sensing his sudden shift in mood, you paused, meeting his eyes with a soft smile. "Is everything okay, Mingi?"

Mingi hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Y/N, I... I didn't realize..." His voice trailed off, his eyes fixated on the faint scars adorning your skin.

You followed his gaze and realized what he was looking at. You never made an effort to hide them, but you hadn't expected Mingi to notice them either.

You shifted closer to him and reached out, gently placing your hands on his. You took a deep breath, deciding to address it calmly. "Those are just old scars from before. I don't hide them, but I understand if it's a bit surprising."

Mingi blinked back tears, his emotions bubbling to the surface. "I... I never knew. I'm sorry, Y/N. I should've noticed sooner."

You shook your head, squeezing his shoulder gently. "You don't have to apologize, Mingi. You couldn't have known. What matters is that I'm here now, and I'm okay."

Mingi's eyes softened as he looked at you, his voice filled with sincerity. "Y/N, please... promise me you won't struggle alone anymore. I'm here for you, always."

You nodded, a warm smile spreading across your face, as you hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, making him crack a smile too. "I promise, Mingi.”

• Wooyoung

It was one of those lazy afternoons when you and Wooyoung were both off from work and free from all worries, allowing just the two of you to enjoy each other's company. Of course the best way to spend it was by annoying each other and generally goofing around, engaging in your usual banter and playful teasing.

As you playfully jabbed at Wooyoung's side while he was attempting to pour himself some water, successfully making him spill it, he retaliated by attempting to tickle you. You squirmed and laughed, trying to evade his grasp and running around the apartment, but he managed to corner you and began tickling your sides mercilessly.

"Ah! Wooyoung, stop!" you squealed between giggles, your cheeks flushed from the laughter.

His hands slipped under your shirt, tickling up and down your sides with no mercy as tears escaped your eyes from laughing too much. Abruptly his movements stopped, and a concerned frown creased his forehead as his fingers brushed against thin ridges on the side of your ribs. Gingerly he lifted your shirt, his eyes widened to discover pale white scars strewn across your skin.

"Hey... what's this?" Wooyoung's voice softened as he traced the scars with his thumb, his playful demeanor instantly replaced by worry.

You glanced at him, puzzled by the sudden change in his demeanor, until you followed his gaze down to your ribs. Realization dawned on you, and you gently placed your hand over his, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Ahh those, it's okay, Wooyoung," you said softly. "I'm okay now. You don't need to worry."

He searched your eyes, silently asking for confirmation. Your reassuring words seemed to ease his concern, but he still couldn't shake off the worry completely.

Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss against the scars, his lips warm against your skin. "I love you," he whispered softly, his voice filled with sincerity and affection.

Your heart swelled with warmth at his words, and a giggle bubbled up from within you. Wrapping your arms around him, you hugged him tightly.

• Jongho

As you walked through the door after a painfully long day at work, Jongho couldn't help but notice the weary expression etched on your face. His heart clenched at the sight, knowing all too well the burdens you carried. He had always known of the battles you fought within yourself and the scars they left behind. Yet, out of respect and understanding, he never broached the topic, letting you open up at your own pace.

Today, however, he felt compelled to reach out, to offer you the comfort you so often extended to him.

"Hey, love," he greeted softly, setting aside his book and rising to meet you.

You managed a faint smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. "Hey, Jongho."

He stepped closer, his gaze gentle yet searching. "Rough day?"

You sighed, nodding slightly. "Yeah, you could say that."

Taking your hand, he led you to the couch, where he enveloped you in a warm embrace. "I'm here for you, you know? You can always talk to me."

You tensed slightly at his words, your gaze flickering to the floor. But Jongho's reassuring touch grounded you, as he smoothed over the jagged lines on your arms, easing the knots of anxiety that tightened within you.

"I'm just... tired," you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Silence settled between you, but it was a comforting silence. Jongho pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his arms secured around you.

Jongho nods, his hand finding yours, offering silent support. "You know you don't have to carry it all alone, right?" he says, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering sincerity.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you're grateful for the dim light that hides the vulnerability in your expression. "I know," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

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