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9:24 AM

Just a short little thing for Yeosang day (we’re going to pretend this isn’t late) because he’s so sweet.  Genre: fluff. So much fluff. Your teeth with fall out from the fluffiness. Warnings: Yeosang is mean to a piece of bacon. Idk there’s not really anything there. The fluff may rot your teeth. Word count: 313 (was not kidding when I said short)

It’s not every day that Yeosang gets to relax a bit and cuddle with you. With him being an idol and you having to travel for work a lot, you two don’t see each other face to face as much as you’d like to. So when he found out that his day off was going to be on his birthday and that you would be in town that day, he got very excited. 

When he came home the night before, you basically threw yourself at him and showered him in kisses, clinging to him like a koala. You had prepared a fancy dinner and bought two cupcakes from a local bakery, each cupcake having some red frosting on it (it was his favorite color, after all). When dinner was done, you two curled up on the couch together, watching a K-drama as he fell asleep. 

“Sangie, baby, wake up. I made breakfast,” you whispered, tapping his shoulder to wake him up. He looked so peaceful when he slept, but the bacon was getting cold and it never tasted as good reheated. 

“Mm… just two more minutes,” he murmured, hiding his face under the covers. 

“The bacon’s going to get cold…”

“The bacon can deal with it then,” he said, turning to you and pulling at your arm. “Come back to bed.”

You chuckled and pulled back, kissing the back of his hand when he whined in protest. 

“Two more minutes, and then I’m coming back. The pancakes aren’t going to wait forever…”

Pancakes?

Yeosang was out of bed and hugging you before you even got to the door. He loved pancakes. Almost as much as he loved you. 

“I love you, yn. Thank you for making me pancakes. You’re the best,” he mumbled into your neck. You smile and lead him out of the room.

“I love you too, Yeosang. Happy birthday, baby.”

4:37 AM

Pairing: Yunho x yn Genre: fluff Word count: 538 Warnings: none? Yn doesn’t like waking up early and at some point is really cheesy but like nothing really happens lol Author’s note: I’ve never written Yunho before but I just really liked this concept. This might be too long for a timestamp so I might move it in the future but for now it’s a timestamp. <3

Usually, by this time, you were deep in sleep. And you would be, but someone had to come wake you up by throwing things at your window. Your poor window… “Yunho, I’m supposed to be asleep. You’re probably going to wake up my roommates! Stop trying to break my window!” you whisper-yell at the figure below the ledge of your window. He grins and points at the ladder leaning against your house. “Why is there a ladder here then?” You don’t know how to answer that. You grab a soft brown jacket, the one you “borrowed” from him a few weeks ago, and start climbing out of the window. He catches you as you reach the ground. “Hey,” he whispers, grinning down at you. “Hey yourself. Why did you want me here?” “Sunrise! You never wake up early, so I wanted you to see one.” You think it’s sweet, almost. If it weren’t for the fact that you hate doing anything this early in the morning, you’d probably do this more often. Especially since Yunho’s favorite viewing spot is half a mile from your house. Not a super long walk… but not short enough to justify waking up so early. By the time you reach the top of the hill, you’re pretty winded and not entirely sure the walk was worth it. Yunho gestures to a dry spot in the grass and you sit down next to him. “It’ll start in a minute or two,” he says, still in a hushed voice even though nobody’s around. It’s quiet. Almost eerily so. And then you see a bit of color start to rise above the horizon. The birds begin to stir, you can hear them even though there aren’t any near you on the hill. It starts with a layer of purple, softening the harsh black of the night sky. It shifts to pink, a lighter color that bathes the hill in a gentle glow. The next is orange, like the bowls in your kitchen that he gave you for your 20th birthday. You don’t realize you’re leaning on his shoulder until he wraps an arm around you. You look up and notice that he’s gazing wistfully at you. You smile and press a kiss to his nose, momentarily forgetting the sunrise. “You’re going to miss the best part.” “That’s okay, I have a better view here.” You don’t know when you got so cheesy, but Yunho loves it. He cups your cheek with his free hand and turns you back to the sunrise, where the sun is finally appearing. “I’m surprised it didn’t blind me,” you say, and he chuckles. “Was it worth waking up early?” “Maybe. However… next year, we’re sleeping in.” “And what if I still come over super early?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow. “All the more reason to live together by then. You won’t be able to throw things at my window to wake me up, and I can just fall asleep on you to keep you in bed.” “Is that a promise?” “Yes. I promise I will save my window some damage.” He laughs, a sweet sound that you can never get enough of. “I love you, yn. Happy anniversary.” “Happy anniversary, Yunho.”

Dazzling Horizon Network

Hello everyone!

I am so excited to announce that I am starting a network! It is called, as the title suggests, Dazzling Horizon Network.

We reblog fics and other K-pop writing (but mainly fics). Feel free to join, we will have member applications open year-round and staff applications open until this December. 

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just a random little nsfw thought i had

you’re in the shower with seonghwa and you’re fucking (of course), and it’s taking a really long time but nobody notices because the man stays in there for 40 minutes every time anyways.

so then another member walks in to tell him to hurry up because they have a schedule or something. and they hear what they think is seonghwa having fallen on the floor and being injured or something, because he’s usually quiet by himself but he’s much louder with you. 

so then the curtain flies open and the member sees you two and is like. huh. i guess that’s why you’re in there for 40 minutes.

and then nobody disturbs his 40 minute showers again.

:)

ok but like imagine tho

seonghwa sinking onto the strap-on you're wearing, letting out a moan when he reaches the end of the dildo. the moan is all you have to go by, tho, because hes wearing that goddamn skirt and it's long enough to cover him from the waist down. he lifts up the skirt and catches it in his mouth, biting so the hem is caught between his teeth. he arches a brow at the flustered look on your face, then starts to bounce, humming around the fabric of the skirt as he gets closer. and then he fucking cums on the skirt, smirking because he knows it's hot and he knows you think it's hot, especially with his fucking undercut-

or, he has you ride him while he's still biting on the skirt, smirking when you moan at how fucking sexy he looks. it gets to the point where he lets the skirt drop a little bit and a little bit of your cum gets onto it. he doesn't let go of the skirt then, nor when he cums again, and it's just so fucking hot that you might cum a second time from looking at him.

park seonghwa you are going to kill me one day.

Summary: Seonghwa doesn’t understand the term “stomach butterflies.” It’s not because he doesn’t experience it. It’s quite the contrary, really: he experiences them so much that they’re more like stomach fireworks. Maybe it’s because you’re his best friend and he sees you all the time. Honestly, he could make a lot of money selling tickets to the fireworks show.  Pairing: Seonghwa x female reader, San x Wooyoung is mentioned a lot Genre: smut, fluff Word count: 14.9k Chapters: TBD Warnings: alcohol consumption, oral (m+f receiving), piv, mentions of Woosan anal, Hongjoong and Woosan are evil, the Bee Movie, people smack each other a few times but never with the intent to harm (they just simply cant stop saying embarrassing stuff), Woosan Antics™, implied Hongjoong x Yeosang, mentions of past spicy Seonghwa x yn events, a pillow fight a/n: i got carried away with this

“Dude, he gives me butterflies. I never get butterflies! It’s a terrible feeling!” 

“San. You’ve known him for like a week,” Seonghwa sighs, refilling his and San’s coffee mugs. 

“I feel like I’ve known him forever… maybe we’re soulmates?” San is too hopeful for his own good. He met someone as chaotic as himself (Seonghwa had no idea this was possible) and hasn’t shut up about it since. Seonghwa misses his quiet mornings.

“Do you even know what his last name is?” Seonghwa asks his roommate, taking a sip from his coffee. It needed some more sugar. 

“Yeah! It’s… uh… I think it’s Jug. Yeah. Jug Wooyoung.”

Silence. Complete, utter silence. San blinks up at him quizzically, and Seonghwa just sighs. 

“…Jug.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad. Maybe it was Jung. I should ask him.”

“Oh no,” Seonghwa starts, reaching toward his roommate’s arm. 

“Heyyyyyy, wait a minute. That means I can hang out with him again!” San immediately brightens up, getting up to head to the door. 

“This is what I was afraid of you saying, San. You’ve hung out with him twice so far. What if he’s a murderer?”

“I can’t find out if I don’t see him again! Thanks, Seonghwa!”

“Google exists! You don’t have to go meet up with the potential murderer! San, I swear to God, get back here… aaaaaaand he’s gone. Typical. Probably off to get murdered. Why am I talking to myself?” 

With his roommate out of the house, Seonghwa decides to clean again. Partly because he has to (San, despite being a whole 22 years old, sometimes still lives like a teenager who doesn’t want any responsibilities), and partly because he’s panicking right now. For all of San’s talk about butterflies, he didn’t seem to realize that Seonghwa just doesn’t understand the concept of having stomach butterflies. It’s not that he doesn’t experience it… quite the contrary, in fact: he has them so often and so severely that he’s considering selling tickets to see the daily fireworks show in his stomach. 

Now, who is the source of Seonghwa’s pyrotechnics problem? None other than his best friend: yn. He’s known you since high school, and other than Hongjoong, you’ve been his friend the longest. In that entire time, he’s had feelings for you. 

Are you oblivious? Yes. Does he know that? Yes. Do you go out of your way to tease and flirt with him sometimes? Yes, you’ve even admitted it, and Seonghwa doesn’t really know why. Maybe you’re not as oblivious as he thinks. Who knows?

To say you’ve been through thick and thin together would be an understatement. 

You comforted him through every one of his breakups, even when he refused to tell you why things kept ending (hint: his girlfriends were jealous of you for some strange, unknowable reason). He did the same for you, every time feeling relieved yet guilty that he didn’t have to pretend that your exes were suitable matches for you. 

When your then-boyfriend plotted to humiliate you at senior year prom by going with someone else, neither of you let him have the satisfaction and went together as friends with matching outfits that blew everyone out of the water. 

When that bitchy teacher’s assistant in his second-year Nutritional Science class tried to fail him because he wouldn’t go out with her, you helped him plead his case and ultimately pass the course. 

He helped you lose your virginity after you moved out of the dorms when you just wanted to get it over with and not be too scared the next time someone asked you out. And then he sent you links to what he believed were reasonably priced and high-quality toys (to your great embarrassment). 

…You two don’t talk about that very often and agreed not to tell anyone, except San, because he heard you. 

You two have gone through a lot, and neither of you has had any reason to doubt your friendship. It’s just when some of the lines blur that Seonghwa panics the most, the times when he isn’t sure if his romantic feelings are guiding him or if it’s his unwavering dedication to your friendship. After all, he would do just about anything for you. 

“Hey, Hwa! I just wanted to call and let you know I’ll be a few minutes late—traffic is a bitch today. Please don’t stress yourself out cleaning. I don’t care if your apartment is a mess. I ordered some food; it should arrive before I get there. See you soon!”

Your voice is really sweet. Seonghwa wishes he knew how to relisten to voicemails; there are a few you’ve sent that he could listen to all day. Maybe he’ll get you to teach him. 

Obviously, he’s still going to stress himself out cleaning. You know that San is a total slob sometimes, but that doesn’t mean he wants you to see the full extent of said messiness. It’s one thing on a Saturday after a party when he’s still hungover, and it’s another thing on a Tuesday afternoon when he’s as sober as a rock. 

He doesn’t hear the doorbell ring the first time because he’s vacuuming. He opens the door at the second one and is immediately met with Hongjoong holding a DVD for the Bee Movie and a box of pizza. 

“Did you know I was coming over or did San order the pizza? I caught the delivery guy as he drove up,” Hongjoong asks, walking in and setting both things down on the coffee table. He looks around at the spotless living room, then turns to Seonghwa with an eyebrow raised.

“So… definitely not San. Is yn already here, or are you still cleaning?”

Seonghwa chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s on her way, just stuck in traffic. I can let her know that you’re here if you want-”

“Nah, I’m not going to interrupt your night. Who knows, maybe today will be the night,” Hongjoong says, wiggling his eyebrows. Seonghwa reaches over and tries to swat at his arm, missing as Hongjoong dances away, laughing. “I’ll leave the movie here for future viewing. Have funnn!”

“Joong, she doesn’t like me. Nothing’s going to happen-” he’s cut off by his phone ringing. He picks it up and notices that it’s you, so, of course, he answers.

“Hi! Did the food get there yet? I’m about two minutes away,” you say, some song on the radio playing in the background.

“Yeah, just got here. It’s on the table,” Seonghwa says, looking over just in time to see Hongjoong mouth the words “use protection!” before he slips out the door. He’s going to have to scold him later for that.

“Great! I’ll see you soon then!”

“Okay, see you,” Seonghwa says, smiling when you giggle and then hang up. He’s so fucking whipped. 

By the time you arrive, San is blowing up his phone, asking if he should stay over at Wooyoung’s tonight. Seonghwa has a feeling he was going to anyway, but he says no, it’s fine; seriously, nothing’s going to happen. Hongjoong clearly can’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Hey dumbass, how’s it going?” you ask as soon as you step through the door. You make a beeline for the kitchen to grab some plates before he can answer. “Do you have napkins, or did San forget to buy any again?”

“Uh, life’s going well, we do have napkins, I reminded San about 20 times before he left for the store yesterday, and shouldn’t you wash your hands?”

“Oh yes, you’re right. Be right back,” you say, turning away from the kitchen and heading down the hall. 

The one habit of yours that is a little less than charming is that you leave cabinets open when you’re in the middle of doing things. It means Seonghwa will bump into them if he isn’t careful. These are not the kinds of bruises he wants from you.

He has plates and napkins at the coffee table when you return, and you plop down on the couch. You pick up the remote while he serves a few slices to the two of you, and then you notice the DVD case Hongjoong left.

“Did you get this? I thought it was available on Netflix,” you ask before shoving a slice in your mouth. Seonghwa finds it weirdly cute… Maybe because you look a little bit like a chipmunk. 

“Ah, no, Hongjoong dropped it off the last time he was here. I forgot to put it away somewhere. I don’t think he realizes how extensive Netflix’s library is.” This is only partly true. Hongjoong does realize that the Bee Movie is on Netflix, but he wants to support his local library. However, it is true that he does not realize how extensive Netflix’s collection is. 

“That sounds like him. Maybe we could watch it?”

“…You want to watch the Bee Movie?” Seonghwa asks, a little bit surprised. Seriously. It’s the Bee Movie.

“Yeah, it sounds like fun! Why, are there crazy animated bee sex scenes I would find disturbing? I’ve never watched it before,” you say, shoving even more of the pizza into your mouth. You must be really hungry. 

“You know what? Sure. Let’s watch it. Maybe it’s not as bad as I remember it being,” Seonghwa says, putting the DVD in the player. 

He was right. It wasn’t as bad as he remembered it being. It was worse! Way worse! You seemed to like it, though.

“Hold on. Did she just break up with her boyfriend for a BEE? That’s fucking ridiculous. I think I love this movie,” you say, laughing so hard that you’re nearly crying. Maybe there’s an upside to this whole thing. As much as Seonghwa hates the Bee Movie, he loves hearing you laugh. Even when you’re practically honking because of how hard you’re laughing, he still finds it endearing. 

Yeah… he’s pretty fucking whipped. 

You cuddle up close to him as the movie continues, and he’s just so happy. He just loves holding you; he would do it all the time if he could. When you raise your fist in a little cheer when the airplane lands, all he wants to do is pepper your face with kisses and hug you. Instead, he just rests his head against your shoulder and pulls you closer, laughing along with you as the movie ends. 

“So, how did you like it?” he asks, looking up at you. 

“CAN WE WATCH IT AGAIN?” you squeal, eyes full of excitement. Seonghwa presses play on the remote, and the movie starts again. 

By the time San comes home, a somewhat drunk Wooyoung trailing behind him, you and Seonghwa are watching the Bee Movie for the fifth time. You two are pretty much on the floor in a fit of laughter, and San is actually kind of concerned.

“Are you two… okay?” San asks, standing in the hallway entrance. 

You two laugh even louder at the sight of him, with Wooyoung pretty much hanging onto his shoulder. 

“Sannie-” Wooyoung whines, leaning up to lick San’s ear, “want you.”

San turns as red as a tomato and picks up Wooyoung, starting to go to his room. He turns back to you two and says, “whatever’s going on here… Uh. Don’t die, okay? Drink some water or something.”

And with that, he walks into his room, leaving you and Seonghwa to continue dying of laughter over the movie… and the very obvious tent in San’s pants. 

Seonghwa wakes up on the couch in the morning, a bit disoriented and his phone on his forehead. He checks the time and starts to panic, thinking he has class, but then remembers that his Friday classes begin at 4 PM. He’s got a few hours. The smell of strawberry waffles wafts towards him, and he rolls off the couch to find you in the kitchen. All of the cabinets are open, of course.

“Good morning, Sleephwa,” you say, taking the whipped cream out of the fridge. 

“Sleephwa, that’s a new one. When did you wake up?” he replies, closing the cabinets. 

“Around 7 AM, I had a class at 8:30. Came back here, and you were still knocked out. When did you end up going to sleep?”

4 AM, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. He may have watched the Bee Movie a few more times after he carried you to his room at midnight. 

“Late. I wanted to make sure you didn’t wake up and try to kill me for sleeping on the couch.”

“It’s okay; I’ll kill you next time. I think San and… um. Whoever he is… they must have fallen asleep mid-fuck, I accidentally went into San’s room this morning thinking it was the bathroom, and they were asleep sitting up. Fully nude. Not something I ever needed nor wanted to see,” you say, shaking your head and walking to the table with the waffles. 

“His name’s Wooyoung. I’m a bit skeptical about him; I’m afraid he’s going to kill San in his sleep or something. This is the third time they’ve met,” Seonghwa explains, drenching his waffles in syrup.

“Third time? And they’re already fucking? While drunk?”

“Why are you surprised? San usually does that on the first date.”

“Sarcasm, Hwa. It was sarcasm,” you say, taking the whipped cream and making a giant mountain on your waffle. Seonghwa’s pretty sure your plate is more whipped cream than waffle at this point. 

San chooses this moment to walk out of his room, whistling and shirtless. He sees the waffles first, then notices the two of you. He pauses for a moment, then turns and walks back into his room, still whistling. He returns with a shirt on and goes to the coffee maker.

“You saw nothing.”

“Are you talking about just now, last night when Wooyoung was all over you, or when yn walked in on you two this morning?” Seonghwa asks, putting more syrup on his waffles (he’s going to lose all of his teeth at this rate). He looks up at you, and you both try to stifle a giggle.

San nearly drops his mug, turning wide-eyed to the two of you.

“This… morning?” he squeaks as you burst into laughter.

“I hope Wooyoung isn’t sore,” you say, shoving some strawberries into your mouth while Seonghwa nearly chokes on his coffee from how hard he’s laughing.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” says a voice from the hallway, and the three of you jump. Wooyoung walks out, wearing one of San’s hoodies and a pair of blue shorts that look suspiciously like the pair Seonghwa lost a few weeks ago. 

“I made waffles. Want some?” you ask, offering a plate. 

“Don’t mind if I do. Oh, also, sorry if San and I were a bit loud last night. I hope we didn’t ruin your movie,” Wooyoung says, piling some waffles onto the plate. San looks like he’s about to die of embarrassment and busies himself by grabbing another mug for Wooyoung. 

“It was the fifth time we were watching it, don’t worry,” Seonghwa says.

“Must be a good movie then,” San speculates.

“It was the Bee Movie,” you say. “Hwa, could you pass me the syrup?”

San knows he shouldn’t judge you two, especially considering the whole he-and-Wooyoung-fell-asleep-fucking thing, but he is seriously questioning your life decisions right now. 

“Huh. Didn’t realize the Bee Movie was so entertaining. Well, thanks for the waffles, uh… I don’t think I know your name,” Wooyoung trails off.

“It’s yn. And you’re welcome. I hope you like them!”

“Nice to meet you, yn. Don’t mean to pry, but are you and Seonghwa dating?” Wooyoung asks, ignoring San wildly gesturing at him to shut up.

“Ah, no, we’re best friends,” you say, barely looking up from your waffles. Seonghwa kind of deflates a little bit. Yes, you two are best friends, but he wishes you were dating. Obviously. Even last night, he wanted to kiss and sing to you while he tucked you into his bed. He can barely keep it together. 

“Oh, my bad-”

“Don’t worry about it. We get it a lot,” you chuckle. Seonghwa smiles over his coffee cup, but it’s an awkward smile. Fortunately, you don’t notice. 

“Thanks for the pancakes, yn, they were delicious. I have to head out and grab some stuff before class; I’ll see you all later. Nice to finally meet you, Wooyoung. Don’t break San’s back, please,” Seonghwa says, going to his room to make himself look decent and head out.

And once again, San wanted to die of embarrassment. 

While in class, Seonghwa can’t stop thinking about the morning's events. How you waltzed around the kitchen, the waffles, the way you casually brushed off Wooyoung’s comment… it all looped endlessly in his brain. The fireworks show was starting again, especially when he got a text from you, wishing him luck in his classes and saying that the leftover waffles were in the fridge. He’s distracted even as he sits at his favorite spot in the nearest cafe, pulling out a notebook and blankly staring at its contents. He’s so distracted that he barely notices Hongjoong walk up to him and poke his shoulder. 

“Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Hwa. Hwa. Seonghot. Sexyhwa. Seonghwa the dumbass. Seonghwa. Hyung. Seonghwa hyung. Mars. Park Seonghwa. SEONG-”

“What in the world could you possibly want, Hongjoong?” Seonghwa asks, looking up from his notebook.

“Did you fuck yn last n-”

“No.”

“Seriously? What in the world were you doing that you couldn’t reply to my texts then?” Hongjoong asks, eyes wide. 

“We were… uh. We were watching the Bee Movie.”

“…Seonghwa. My dude. You are my best friend. You know I love you beyond reason-”

“Get to the point.”

“WHY were you watching the goddamn BEE MOVIE with her?”

“She thought it was funny. It was her first time watching it. Well, first five times,” Seonghwa said, returning to his notes. Hongjoong slides the notebook across the table, pulling it out of reach as Seonghwa grabs at it. 

“You seriously watched it five times? This! This is why you two haven’t fucked yet! Because you’re too busy watching dumb movies with her! And other reasons, but you get the idea!”

“Joong, the goal isn’t to fuck her; it’s to date her. Even then, that’s an unreachable goal.”

“If you two fuck, then you can admit your feelings much more easily,” Hongjoong hisses, holding the notebook even higher. Seonghwa could easily just stand up and take it, but he’s lazy, and his legs are sore from curling up on the couch last night. 

“We’ve already fucked once, and I didn’t confess. I’m not pushing my luck and trying again.”

Hongjoong drops the notebook and stares, open-mouthed, at Seonghwa. 

“WHEN???”

Seonghwa has never regretted anything more in his life.

“It was two years ago. She wanted to lose her virginity and get over her fear of getting serious with people, and I was insanely horny, so we just. Did it one day,” he says, picking up his notebook from the floor.

“How did I never hear about this? From either of you?” Hongjoong asks, still gaping at the older man. 

He shakes his head, looking at his watch and realizing it’s nearly time for his other class to start. 

“Shit, I’m going to be late.”

“You can ditch class; we aren’t done talking about-”

“I can’t ditch class, Joong. I have a lab tomorrow.”

“Okay, fine, but we’re going to talk about this again later!”

Seonghwa waves him off as he runs out of the cafe, almost knocking over several people and a vase. His phone buzzes with a text from Hongjoong, saying Don’t forget! Do not forget! We are going to talk about this!

He’s never going to hear the end of this. 

He gets a call from Yeosang as soon as his class ends. Confused, he picks up, not expecting to be met with three yelling people on the other end.

“Hello?”

“DUDE, WHEN DID YOU FUCK YN?” Yunho yells from somewhere behind Yeosang, who is laughing so hard that he sounds like a dying seal.

“That’s not import-”

“You had sex with the love of your life — who doesn’t know she’s the love of your life — and you don’t think it’s important?” Yeosang croaks, still laughing. 

“You know, there’s a reason I never mentioned it,” Seonghwa says, getting into his car. Damn you, Hongjoong, for memorizing my schedule, he thinks.

“Hey guys, lay off him; I’m sure he beats himself up about it every day,” says a vaguely Jongho-sounding voice in the background, followed by a scream and Yeosang yelling at Yunho to leave his couch cushions alone. 

“I really don’t. Are you okay? It sounds like someone is dying over there….”

“Yeah, we’re fine, but Yunho won’t be for long if he doesn’t LEAVE MY COUCH ALONE,” Yeosang replies, nearly deafening Seonghwa. 

“Is this what Hongjoong meant by ‘we’ll discuss this later?’ Because if not, I’m hanging up,” Seonghwa says, about to press the red button when another voice chimes in.

“It’s not, but we can talk about it anyways. Oh, also, get together at me and Yeosang’s on Monday, if you want to come. Tell San and yn, too,” Hongjoong says, seemingly taking the phone from Yeosang as more pillow-throwing happens in the background.

“Okay, sure. What is there even to talk about, though?”

“How exactly you did that and then got away with not telling any of us, for example. Ooh, can you also tell San to bring his new boy toy? I want to meet him.”

“I think San’s serious about this one, and his name is Wooyoung. And I got away with not telling any of you because you never thought to ask.”

“Well, why would we? You seem too scared to even make dirty jokes around her half the time, even though she hangs out with us, and I know you’ve watched porn together. I was there for that. It was gross. Please don’t do it again. What’s this Wooyoung’s last name? Need to know if they’re going to be serious,” Hongjoong says, the sound of Yeosang and Yunho attacking each other with cushions echoing in the background. Jongho is screeching now, presumably also hitting them with cushions.

“San said Jug the last time we talked. I would double-check about that, though. And we haven’t… watched porn together… since that one time. It was weird, so we agreed not to do it again. Anyways, I’m going to head home, so I’m going to hang up now,” Seonghwa says, wincing as another one of Jongho’s screeches pierces through the phone. 

“I have gotten zero answers from you. You owe me some. I’ll see you later,” Hongjoong says before turning the phone to the three screech demons in the background to say bye. Seonghwa hangs up before he can get more ear damage. 

The rest of the weekend flies by, and Monday comes quickly. By the time Seonghwa arrives at Yeosang and Hongjoong’s apartment, the couch has been put back together (no Yunhos or Jonghos harmed in the process… he hopes), and drinks are being served. Yeosang welcomes him in with a smile and hands him a mug filled with something Seonghwa can’t identify. 

“Hongjoong forgot to buy disposable cups and thought using our mugs would be a good idea. If he breaks any of them, then I’m going to move out,” Yeosang says with a pained smile. 

“What happens if one of us breaks them?” Seonghwa asks, warily eyeing Yeosang’s arms.

“If it’s Mingi, I’ll forgive him because it’s Mingi. As for the rest of you… You better hope I don’t find out if it's any of you. Oh, before I forget, do you and San have a spare bedroom? I’d rather not have to find a stranger to room with if Hongjoong fucks up our mugs.”

Seonghwa laughs, shaking his head and putting away his jacket. He spots you on the couch, laughing at something Yunho said. You brighten a little bit when you see him, and he can’t help but smile. 

“Seonghwa! I was starting to wonder if you were going to make it or not,” you say, patting the spot next to you. “Come sit! Yunho was just telling me about this lab he did the other day.”

He tried to focus on Yunho’s stories. He really did. It wasn’t his fault that he liked listening to you laugh more than anything else. He liked seeing the twinkle in your eye, the way your nose crinkled when you giggled. He could sit here and watch you laugh all night.

“I’m going to go grab another drink; you want anything?” you ask, getting up off the couch. Seonghwa shakes his head, settling back when you leave.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you?” Yunho asks, smirking. 

“Uh. I. Well, okay, no, but-”

“It’s fine, Hwa. It was fun watching you. You’re so whipped, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Seonghwa sighs, taking a sip of his drink. He was running a bit low. “I think I’m going to go get a refill. You want anything?”

As soon as Yunho says no, he walks to the kitchen, nearly bumping into a cabinet door on his way in. 

“You know Yeosang’s almost as tall as me, right? And that Hongjoong is still taller than you?” Seonghwa chuckles, closing the cabinet door. 

You roll your eyes, smiling, and hand him the pitcher. “Yeah, but they’re not in here, are they?”

“True, but what if they walked in? I nearly ran into that door!”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll stop leaving the cabinets open,” you laugh, walking back into the living room. Seonghwa follows shortly after and plops onto the floor next to you as Hongjoong gathers everyone around.

“Okay, truth or dare time!”

Everyone groans as he claps his hands together, a huge grin on his face. It’s not that any of you had anything against the game. Hongjoong just had a habit of making it… intense.

“Alright, folks, what’ll it be today? Are we betting on how long it takes Hongjoong to ask a dirty question, or are we betting on how long it takes Jongho to start chugging whatever’s in that mug?” Mingi asks, plopping down on the couch next to Yunho. 

“Water. Water is in this cup. I’m your designated driver, you idiot,” Jongho says, glaring at Mingi, who sheepishly tries to hide behind Yunho.

“Neither! I don’t have money with me today, and I am NOT letting you charge interest again,” San adds, shuffling in his spot on the floor before Wooyoung slides over and makes himself home in his lap. 

“You guys bet on how long it takes me to ask dirty questions? I’m flattered,” Hongjoong says, dragging a few cushions over and throwing them at anyone unlucky enough to be on the floor near him. 

“Yeah, and we always lose to whoever suggests it because you have zero self-control and someone cough cough Yeosang cough imposed a rule that it couldn’t be your first question,” you grumble, Seonghwa reaching over to pat your knee. 

“Can we just start the damn game?” Jongho whines. 

“I’ll go first. San. Truth or dare?” Yunho says.

“Ughhhh, I just got comfortable! Truth, you’re not making me get up that easily.”

“How did you and Wooyoung meet?”

“Oh please, Yunho, that’s the most boring question. We all know already,” Hongjoong says. “I’m taking over. Mingi, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you went to all of your morning classes? I’m going easy on you because some people don’t like having fun, and I want to make them all antsy.”

“Uh. I’ll drink instead.”

There’s a chorus of the eight of you chanting “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” until Mingi picks up his cup and drinks the tiniest sip you’ve ever seen. 

“Did you even get anything?” Yeosang asks, and he just shrugs and puts his cup down.

“Wooyoung, we don’t know you very well yet. Truth or dare?” Mingi asks, turning towards the younger man.

“I feel like you’re going to give me something ridiculous if I say dare so… truth,” Wooyoung says, settling in against San’s chest.

“Did you and San really fall asleep fucking?”

“YOU GUYS SAID YOU WOULDN’T TELL!” San yells, turning to glare at you and Seonghwa. You burst out laughing, nearly knocking over Yeosang’s cup, as Wooyoung turns bright red and stammers out a yes. 

The room is filled with laughter and more outbursts (mainly from San) as the game continues. Seonghwa, fortunately, has not had to do anything too extreme yet, but he wasn’t going to be so lucky for long. 

“Seonghwa, truth or dare!” San says, already tipsy an hour into the party. 

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you got laid?” San asks, a coy smile playing on his lips. 

Silence.

“Um. A while ago…” Seonghwa responds, eyes glancing at the floor and avoiding you at all costs. 

“When was a while ago?”

“Several months.”

“Really? Because the last time I remember hearing it was over a year ago,” San asks, as Hongjoong turns to him and mouths, “he heard you?”

“It may have been that long… perhaps….” Silence again, but for a different reason.

“Dude… are you okay? Do you need help finding someone?” Mingi asks, leaning forward with concern. Everyone looks a little bit worried, even you, which Seonghwa thinks is the most embarrassing thing ever. 

“No, no, it’s okay! I can just download Tinder or something. Really, it’s fine,” he says, face turning red. He takes a sip of his drink, the feeling of everyone’s eyes on him just a little overwhelming. 

“Jesus Christ, leave the man alone, you guys. He says he’s fine, that means he’s fine. Can we continue with the game?” Jongho says, basically bouncing in his seat. San reaches over and pushes down on his knee to keep him from breaking the chair. 

“Uh, Jongho, truth or dare?” Seonghwa asks, glad to get the attention off of him. 

“Dare!”

And the game continues. Eventually, it lands back on San, who has officially passed Hongjoong on Seonghwa’s list of the evilest people he’s ever met. 

“Yn, truth or dare,” San says, trying to keep a very tipsy Wooyoung from falling onto the floor. 

“Dare,” you say, also trying not to fall on the floor, but because of Yunho’s stupid “stand on one leg for the next half hour” dare. 

“I dare you to give Seonghwa a blowjob in that closet over there.”

“Really, San? In my closet? Are you kidding me?” Hongjoong whines, swatting at San’s knee. 

“Well, would you rather they do it in your bedroom?” Yeosang says, laughing when Hongjoong tries to swat him as well. 

“No, but they could do it in yours! I would be very fine with that,” Hongjoong says, yelping when Yeosang kicks him. 

Seonghwa’s brain is going to explode. He picks up his drink and is about to start chugging when you say, “alright. Hwa, get over here.”

Clearly, nobody expected you to actually agree since the room is once again silent as you basically drag Seonghwa to the closet. He looks over his shoulder, a panicked look on his face, and sees Hongjoong (who is eviler than San again) wiggle his eyebrows and wink. 

You close the door to the closet once he’s inside and turn on your phone flashlight. 

“Hey. Hwa. Look at me. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you whisper, stepping closer. He wants to, he really does, but he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea.

“I-it’s fine, I just. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything if I say yes-”

“Hwa. It’s truth or dare, San’s drunk, and you haven’t been properly fucked in over a year. Don’t worry,” you say, chuckling. Seonghwa gulps, nodding, then moves to undo his belt. You put your phone down, the light shining straight up as you help him push down his jeans and boxers. You get on your knees and take him in your hand, looking up to see if he’s truly okay with this. 

Even in the dark, and in this situation, Seonghwa is still absolutely whipped for you. You could be trying to bite off his cock and he’d still be head over heels (though he wouldn’t let you near it ever again). 

“Relax, Hwa. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

And then your mouth was on him. He tipped his head back, a soft whimper leaving his throat at the feeling. You set an even pace, not too fast but not slow enough to edge him. You stroked the length of his cock when you came up for air, rubbing your thumb over his tip a few times. You dug the tip of your finger into his slit, a moan ripping from his throat as his knees buckled. Taking him back into your mouth, you moved your hand to gently squeeze his balls, looking up to see him clutching at one of Yeosang’s jackets. His eyes were closed in bliss, mouth slightly agape as he moaned. If you hadn’t been so preoccupied, you would have leaned up to mark up his neck, which was exposed from how his head was tilted back. His Adam's apple bobbed with each groan, and he reached out to card his fingers through your hair. You moaned around his length at the action, his knees buckling again as he almost collapsed. 

“Yn… yn I’m close. Oh fuck I’m close,” he moans quietly, trying to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. You pull off of his cock, hand replacing your mouth. You rub the tip of your thumb against the spot right below the tip of his cock, and he shivers at the contact, eyes rolling back. 

“You can fuck my mouth if you want — I don’t mind. I’ll pinch you if I need you to stop.”

Seonghwa barely holds back a moan at that. Hongjoong was going to complain about having a dead body in the closet when you two were done because you were seriously going to be the death of him. 

“Fuck, okay. God dammit, that’s so fucking hot, yn,” he pants, breathless as he secures his hand against the back of your head. You let him guide you back onto his cock, hollowing your cheeks once you found a somewhat comfortable breathing position. He moans softly, then starts to thrust gently into your mouth, picking up speed as he approaches his climax. You hum around him, tongue sticking out as he fucks your mouth. He looks down and claps his free hand over his mouth to stifle an almost embarrassingly loud moan at the sight. Your mouth is stuffed with his cock, cheeks a little puffed out, spit on your lips and starting to run down your chin. Even though you look simultaneously sexy and very ridiculous, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. 

Barely a minute later, his hips begin to stutter, and his back arches. His moans get louder, and he lets go of you to brace himself against the wall.

“Yn, I’m going to fuck I’m going to c-cum oh shit,” he whimpers. You suck on his tip a little bit and wink, and he spills into your mouth with a loud, desperate groan. He pulls out of your mouth, and you wipe the spit off your chin, grimacing at the amount. 

“Ugh, I always hate the clean-up,” you say, standing up. “That’s why I usually swallow.”

“That’s. Okay, this feels really wrong to say right now, but that’s kind of hot,” he says, and you grin. He tucks himself back into his boxers and fixes his clothes, then looks around, not knowing what to do. 

“You good?” you ask, picking your phone up from the floor. He nods. “Okay. Let’s go then.”

You two step out to find Jongho directing the other six into a human pyramid. He’s getting increasingly annoyed, especially when Hongjoong (at the top) notices the two of you and laughs so hard he topples the entire thing.

“Did you have funnnn?” Hongjoong asks, still laughing. 

Seonghwa blushes, turning even redder when you sit down and nod in the affirmative. You pat the spot next to you, and he sits down, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes as San begins to laugh too.

“Okay, which one of you is going to be my victim?” you ask, and the game begins again.

Seonghwa wakes up the following day with a headache and a very hazy recollection of how he got home. He can smell coffee brewing and assumes San is already up… before he hears a snore from the room next to him. Seonghwa may be loud when he’s fucking, but San is even louder when he’s sleeping. 

Confused, Seonghwa emerges from his room, hearing voices echo down the hallway as he walks. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he’s surprised to find both you and Wooyoung gliding through the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, the cabinets are all open. 

“About time you got up!” Wooyoung says when he spots the older man. “We’re making omelets. Yn burned the first seven, so we’re hoping it’ll work this time.”

“Hey! I didn’t burn all seven of them! Three of them were you! For someone who claims to be such a masterful chef, you sure do suck at egg-related things,” you say, flipping the half-cooked omelet in the pan. 

“See, that’s why I’m gay. I don’t have to worry about eggs.”

You nearly choke on your coffee, and Seonghwa is thankful you’d already put down the pan. 

“Wooyoung, do you even get hangovers?” Seonghwa asks, grabbing a glass of water and downing two Advils to get rid of his headache. The younger man shrugs, pulling three plates from a cabinet (and thankfully closing the doors). 

“Ugh, lucky. Kinda glad I didn’t drink anything last night, I would’ve been completely fucked up today if I had,” you say, putting the omelet onto a plate. You cheer when you see that it isn’t burnt. 

“Oh, speaking of drinking. I don’t remember much from the second half of the game. Why were you two in a closet at one point?” Wooyoung asks, taking a sip from his coffee. Seonghwa freezes, a blush creeping up his face. You chuckle, turning back to the omelets, and Wooyoung just looks at the both of you. 

“Uh, that’s not really important-”

“Wait, were you two fucking?” Wooyoung gasps, realization dawning on his face. 

“N-no, we. Well. Not exactly. I mean, we weren’t. I guess we. No, we weren’t fucking; we were. Uh,” Seonghwa stammers. 

“I was sucking him off.”

The two men stare at you for a second before Wooyoung bursts out laughing. 

“Was that a dare? Oh my god, did San dare you to do that? He said he was going to do something crazy, but I thought he meant sucking me off while doing a handstand or something even stupider,” he laughs, wiping tears from his eyes. 

Seonghwa breathes a sigh of relief, thankful for once that Wooyoung and San thought chaos first, literally anything else second. It would have been a disaster had Wooyoung exposed his feelings for you as the reason behind San’s dare (what else could it have been?). 

“Nah, he dared me to blow Hwa in the closet. Honestly, not the craziest dare I’ve ever done. Plus, it broke Hwa’s dry spell,” you say, turning towards him. “Right?”

He gulps, avoiding eye contact with either of you (especially when Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows) and mutters a “yes.”

The room falls silent for a minute before Wooyoung clears his throat and asks, “well, how was it?”

Seonghwa stares blankly at him and starts to stutter, unsure what to say. On the one hand, it was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had in his life, third only to the one other time he fucked you and this other time with a really weird position and a lot of edging with a former partner. But on the other hand, how is he supposed to say that in front of you?

“Okay, so what I’m getting from this is that it was either terrible or mind-blowingly amazing. Right?” Wooyoung says. 

“Well, I hope it wasn’t too bad,” you say, placing the finished omelets onto plates. “Plus, I’m sure you heard how loud he was when you were making your pyramid. I don’t think he’d have been that loud if he didn’t enjoy it.”

“It wasn’t bad at all! It was… I don’t think I even have the words to describe how good it was; it was just so-”

“Aw, look at him, yn, he’s getting sappy,” Wooyoung says, clasping his hands next to his face as you laugh. Seonghwa thinks Wooyoung should be added to the evil people list now. 

“Alright, this has been fun, but I have some plans in a few hours, and I gotta head out. Hwa, are we still on for movie night on Thursday?” you ask, putting your plate in the sink. He nods, sipping on his coffee. You leave, nearly forgetting your jacket, and he slumps back in his chair when the door closes. 

“You sure you two aren’t dating?” Wooyoung asks. 

“Yeah, we’re not.”

“Hmm. That’s a shame. You’re cute together. Plus, even I can see that you’re completely in love with her. Like, I even knew before San told me. It’s that obvious.”

“…Thanks, Wooyoung.”

“No problem!” the younger man says, a wide smile on his face. “Also, I think you should confess to her.”

Seonghwa nearly chokes on his coffee again. 

“May I ask why?” he asks once he recovers.

“I don’t know. I just feel like it’d be a good idea. Who knows what could happen? Plus, if you don’t do it now, when will you? Never?”

“You sound like San and Hongjoong. And Yunho. Actually, all of them, I guess…”

“No wonder I get along with all y’all so well. Anyways, tell us all how it goes!” Wooyoung says, going to wake up San. Seonghwa just sighs, putting his plate in the sink and going to his room. He’d worry about the dishes later.

You invited San and Wooyoung to join your movie night, and Seonghwa was grateful. He wasn’t sure how he would spend multiple hours alone with you after the Closet Incident of Friday night. The only problem was that San and Wooyoung had a date planned for an hour after your movie night was scheduled. Which meant they were going to leave part way through. Seonghwa may or may not be screwed. 

“Alright. Bee Movie, or Lorax?” you ask, navigating to the search section of Netflix.

“Bee Movie, I want to see just what was so appealing to you two last time,” San says, Wooyoung nodding in agreement. You perk up, looking at Seonghwa with hopeful eyes. 

“I’m clearly outnumbered here, so I guess I should go with Bee Movie,” he says, heart fluttering when you smile wide and turn to select the movie. San and Wooyoung both mouth “confess” as soon as your back is turned to them, and Seonghwa waves them off, blushing. 

Twenty minutes into the movie, you’ve all fallen off the couch a few times because of how hard you’re laughing. Wooyoung and San excuse themselves to get ready for their date, saying not to wait for them and just enjoy the movie, but you and Seonghwa have to pause it anyways because you can’t stop laughing. 

You two see the pair off before returning to the couch, refilled glasses of water in hand and a pizza in the oven. The movie continues with you two in comfortable silence, the only breaks in the quiet being for fits of laughter and to bake another pizza when you finish eating the first. Seonghwa has nearly pushed the events of Friday to the back of his mind, but then you hit your leg on the table and swear under your breath. It almost sounds like you’ve moaned, and Seonghwa’s brain freezes as it tries to comprehend it. The anxiety returns to him, and the comfortable silence turns into a tense one. 

About halfway through the movie, Seonghwa finally sits up and turns to face you. His hands are shaking, and he’s still anxious, but honestly? He’s been meaning to tell you this for years. It was like Wooyoung said. It was now or never. 

“Hwa? Everything okay?” you ask, head tilting to the side. 

“Yeah, I just. I just wanted to say something.”

“You can say anything, you know that. This seems important, though,” you chuckle, reaching for his hands. Which were still shaking. Shit.

“I’m not really. Shit. I don’t really know how to say it. Um.”

“Hwa, baby, you’re overthinking it. Breathe. You can do this.” Even at the most pivotal point in your relationship, you’re the only thing able to calm him down. He looks up and smiles meekly, and you smile back and squeeze his hands. “So. What is it you wanted to say?”

“I love you, yn.”

Silence. Oh no oh no I fucked up oh my god she’s never going to want to talk to me again I fucked up so badly-

“Sure. Love you too, Hwa. You’re drunk, aren’t you? You never get this nervous around me when you’re sober,” you laugh, clearly not believing him. 

“I’ve only been drinking water.”

More silence.

“Oh.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck I fucked up so badly oh shit she’s really not going to talk to me now oh no oh my god oh no fuckkkkk I shouldn’t have told her that I’ve really done it now haven’t I fuck fuck FUCK this is bad this is really really bad oh no oh no oh my god fucking hell I shouldn’t have done that oh no is she looking at me because she’s disgusted with me or is because she doesn’t believe me still oh my god no this is REALLY bad oh fuck-

“Hwa.”

God dammit she’s not going to want to stay friends this is going to make this so awkward it was a really bad idea to do this-

“Dude, stop overthinking,” you interrupt his thoughts again, leveling him with a stare that made him blush from fear.

“No,” he shoots back, returning to his panicked thoughts. 

“What do you mean no? I love you too, you idiot.”

See she doesn’t feel the same way she just said she loves you too. Wait. She just said she…

He looks up, startled.

“You do?” he asks, incredulous. You love him back?

“Yeah, dumbass. I sucked your dick last week, didn’t I? Do you not listen to me when I say how much I hate sucking dick? I love you so much that I’ll try new things for you. And put up with San’s dumb dares. I’m only half kidding about this; I really do love you that much.”

“I was… really hoping you’d forgotten about that.” 

You reach over and take his hands in yours again. You smile at him, pulling him closer. He lets out a soft sigh as you wrap your arms around him, pushing your face into his neck to nuzzle him. 

It was calm this way. Gentle. There had been moments before during your friendship that were like this, but none so intimate as this one. Maybe it was because you two had finally confessed to each other. The moment was perfect… and then you straddled his hips and put your hands on his waist, the mood shifting.

“You know, I kind of want to try new things again,” you smirk, cocking your head to the left. 

“New… things…?” Seonghwa had a feeling he knew what you meant, but he couldn’t be too sure. Less than 10 minutes ago, you two had been watching the Bee Movie (again) and were preparing to move on to Lorax, a decidedly unromantic and unsexy set of movies. Now you were practically grinding on him, your face dangerously close to the sweet spot on his neck. His mind was everywhere, and he could barely form a coherent thought from the suddenness of it all… but he wasn’t complaining. 

“Yeah. Let me interest you in some” a slow grind of your hips. 

“New” hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Things, Hwa.” lips barely ghosting over his neck.

Seonghwa was going to fucking explode. 

“Yn…” he gasps as you begin to slowly, very fucking slowly kiss his neck. You hum, moving up to his jaw. 

“Do you want to move this to the fuck the bedroom,” he asks, eyes closing when you begin to suck on his sweet spot. He puts his hands on your hips and slowly guides you as you grind on him. Your hands trail down his , then to his waist, before you pull away and murmur a yes. He pants a little bit, hands beginning to slide up to your waist. 

You press your forehead to his, eyes closed and lips brushing against his. He hesitates for a second, then tentatively presses his mouth to yours. It’s gentle. Slow. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him and pressing harder against his body. He reaches one hand to rest against the back of your head, tangling in your hair a little bit, while the other stays on your waist. You deepen the kiss, tilting your head to the left to get a better angle. He gently pushes his tongue against your lips, opening you up. You nearly moan from how he licks into your mouth, pulling you closer against his body and tilting his head to deepen the kiss even more. His tongue brushes against yours, and it makes his head spin. You move your hands up his body to tug on his hair, earning a low moan in response, and that’s the last straw. 

He stands up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, and slowly makes his way down the hall. He puts you down for a second to push you against a wall, where you break away from him to gasp for air as he moves down to your neck. He pulls the fabric of your hoodie aside so he can suck on your collarbone, and you nearly see stars. You push him to the other side of the hall, hands on his chest as you kiss him again. Seonghwa moans softly against your mouth, and you press your hips against his and start to grind on him again. He pushes off the wall, and you two stumble towards his room, nearly crashing into the door when he reaches out to find the handle. 

You break apart again for air, and so he can turn on the light, then he pushes you against the door and kisses you again. He’s basically caged you, hands pressed to the door on either side of your face, so you wrap your arms around his neck and your leg around his waist.

“Hwa,” you whimper when he starts pressing kisses to your neck again. “Want to fuck want to suck you off.”

He can’t help the groan that falls from his lips. He presses closer and asks, “are you sure? I thought you didn’t like blowjobs.”

“Want to make you feel good. Meant it when I said goddammit Hwa when I said I wanted to try new things again,” you cut yourself off with a moan when he nips at your sweet spot. 

“Shit… fuck fuck fuck okay. Okay, let’s do this,” he exhales, pushing off the door and letting you drag him to the bed. You push him down, so he’s sitting at the edge of the bed and straddle him, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands land on your waist and start to roam, sliding under your hoodie to explore your skin. You break the kiss and drop to your knees, mouth beginning to water at just the sight of the prominent bulge in his gray sweatpants. 

You look up and make eye contact with him, noticing the flush on his face and how he’s panting. You rub him over his clothes for a few seconds, and his head tips back, eyes closing. He lifts his hips so you can take off his sweatpants and boxers, whimpering when the cool air of his room hits his cock. 

“Hwa.”

“Yeah?”

“How the fuck did you hide this from me last time?”

He blushes and throws an arm over his face as you stare, open-mouthed, at his cock. Which is a full seven or eight inches. That you somehow did not see in the closet last time, which is honestly beyond you.

“Yn-”

“Seriously, how???”

“Is that really so important? I swear, if you don’t touch me right now, I’m going to-”

“Going to what?”

Seonghwa opened his mouth to answer, putting his arm at his side, but he was interrupted by you dragging a finger along the length of his cock. 

“F-fuck…”

“You didn’t answer me, Hwa. What were you going to do?”

“Nothing… it’s not important…”

“Oh? Then maybe I shouldn’t do this then,” you say as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. His head tilts back, and he whimpers softly, snapping back up when you let go. 

“What was that for-”

“You said you wouldn’t do anything, so I figured I shouldn’t touch you. You know. So we’d be even.”

“No, yn, please. I need you to touch me, please; it feels like my cock is going to fucking explode… Please, just do something,” he began to beg, a slight panic in his voice. You smirked, then leaned over and licked his tip. 

His begging was cut off by the most sinful moan you have ever heard in your entire life. You spread his legs wider to get comfortable, settling between his thighs and then looking up at him. His pupils were blown out, one hand fisted in the sheets and the other holding the hem of his shirt. You licked him from base to tip, and he whimpered, biting his lip to try to stifle any sounds. And then you stopped.

“Yn-”

“Tell me what you were going to do,” you say, blowing on the head of his cock. Teasing him was very fun.

“Fucking hell, I don’t know? I was probably going to scream or something; I didn’t even think about it. Now can you please just fucking touch me-”

You cut him off again by wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, earning a beautiful, drawn-out moan in response. You focus on his balls, taking one in your mouth and sucking a little bit. You hear Seonghwa’s breathing get heavier, soft whimpers leaving his lips despite his efforts. You switch to the other side, starting to stroke him with the hand still wrapped around his shaft. 

“Yn,” he sighs, the hand on his shirt reaching to tangle in your hair. You hum in response, making him shiver from the vibrations. His grip tightens in your hair, and you move off of him, still stroking him. He gasps and looks down at you just before you lean in and place a kiss on his tip. 

“Ready?” you ask, squeezing his shaft for a second and winking.

“Yn if you don’t fucking start already-” 

And once again, you interrupt him by licking him. You take him into your mouth, slowly going deeper until your mouth is half full of his cock. He moans at the sight, the sound going straight between your legs and making you want to pull off and just ride him into the sunset. 

Instead, you take him as deep as you can and stay there for a few seconds, pulling off before you start choking. 

The fact that Seonghwa has not combusted by now is shocking. 

“Fucking hell yn, that was so hot,” he says, the last word trailing into a soft moan when you lean forward to do it again. You repeat the action a few more times, Seonghwa’s moans increasing in frequency and volume each time, then swallow around him once before moving off. His face is scrunched up in pleasure, the hand fisted in the sheets almost white from exertion. 

“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?”

“Okay, but why would I need to FUCK. Oh my God-” he nearly collapses onto the bed when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and just start sucking like it’s a popsicle. You bob your head along his length a few times before returning to his tip, looking up to see his eyes roll back and mouth fall open in a long, loud moan. His back arches when you hollow your cheeks, your hand moving down to massage his balls. 

Your free hand snakes down between your legs, rubbing your clit in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure from how aroused you are. Watching him completely lose himself in pleasure was way hotter than it should’ve been.

After a few more minutes of your actions, Seonghwa found it extremely difficult not to buck into your mouth. Not that it had been easy before, but he was so close he could nearly taste his orgasm, and all he wanted to do was fuck your mouth again and cum. 

“Yn, fucking h-hell, I’m so close, I’m o-oh just like that, goddammit I’m g-going to cum,” he whined, eyes closed and head still tilted back. You hummed around him, nearly sending him over the edge, and then stopped. He looked at you and whimpered in protest when you moved off of him, one hand releasing his cock and the other moving out from between your legs. He hadn’t realized you’d been touching yourself, and his cock twitched at the thought. 

“Move over so I can ride you,” you say, climbing onto the bed. Seriously, how had Seonghwa not died yet?

“Not yet,” he says, shifting as you sit next to him.

“What? Why not?”

“I also want to try doing something new.”

“And that is?” you ask warily. He just smirks, pushing you to lay on the bed and then moving to kneel between your legs.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to guess. Take off your shorts.”

You comply, sliding them most of the way down your legs, Seonghwa helping you when you get to your knees. He chuckles when you kick your left leg fruitlessly, trying to shake off the garment, and he slides your shorts off completely. You look back at him, and he’s gazing at you with stars in his eyes. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he says, sliding to lay between your legs. You blush, touched by the compliment. You could get used to this kind of intimacy with him.

He stares at the wet spot on the cotton of your panties, and you try to close your legs from embarrassment. He puts his hands on your thighs and pushes them back apart, lowering his face until his nose nearly touches the spot. He tentatively darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking you over your panties, and you whimper at the touch. The way he closes his eyes and sighs softly only heightens your arousal. He takes two fingers and rubs you over the cotton, almost purring at the way your back arches slightly and your eyes flutter closed. You open your eyes again when he moves his hand away, about to protest when he looks back up at you. 

“Okay, now these,” he says, hooking a finger under the band of your panties. He lets go, the elastic snapping back onto your waist. It stung a little bit, but the dark, lustful look in his eyes made it more arousing than painful. You hurry to push them down, letting him help you slide them off like he did your shorts. 

His face nearly level with your pussy again, he blows on your clit a few times, the cool air making you writhe a bit under him. He gets up, leaning over to press a soft kiss against your lips. He moans at the taste of himself on you, running a hand down your body and stopping just short of your hips. 

You gasp as his mouth releases yours, “Hwa, please-”

“Please, what?”

“Please just touch me,” you whine.

“Oh, look who’s begging now? And why should I? You made me wait, after all.”

You just whine and reach for his hand, which he lets you hold. He cocks an eyebrow, lowering his face, so he’s all the way down on the bed and mere centimeters away from your pussy.

“Please, please, I just need you to do something.”

He pretends to think for a second before looking back up and smirking.

“Yeah, okay, I guess I should. I want to return the favor, after all,” he obliges, pushing his face further between your legs. 

He licks slowly up your folds, making eye contact with you as you shiver. Releasing your hand and shifting a bit, he pushes your thighs out a bit wider, then proceeds to completely bury his face between your legs. 

“H-hwa fuck,” you moan as he begins to suck on your clit. He chuckles, the vibrations making you shudder again, then replaces his lips with two fingers. Rubbing slow circles on your clit, he quickly moves down to fuck you with his tongue. He doesn’t rush, making sure you can take it as he pushes his tongue into you, but when you’re settled, he doesn’t hold back. 

The feeling of his tongue and his fingers was almost too much. You put one hand on the back of his head to ground yourself, tangling your fingers in his hair like he did with you. He groans into you when you tug on the strands, burying his face even further into you. 

If you hadn’t been so distracted by how good he was making you feel, you would have noticed how he was rutting against the bed. With every one of your moans, he thrusts a little bit faster, the feeling of his sheets dragging against his cock making it twitch from need. It didn’t nearly compare to your mouth, but he was too desperate to care. He tongue-fucks you even faster, pushing your thighs down with his free hand when you writhe. Once he’s sure you’ll stay still, he braces himself against the bed and thrusts harder. The tip of his cock is leaking precum, and he knows it will stain the sheets, but he can’t bring himself to care about the mess right now.  

“Oh my god… Fuck fuck fuck Hwa, oh my God, I’m close,” you say, your voice shifting to a whine when he pulls his tongue out of you. He continues to trace circles against your clit, but it’s not enough to get you over the edge. Just as you’re about to protest, however, he pulls his fingers away and sticks them in his mouth. Making eye contact with you, he twirls his tongue around them a few times, slowly pulling them out and making a show of the whole thing. He then presses his fingers to your entrance, then pushes them in one at a time.

You moan softly once his fingers are fully inside, and with a grin, he returns his lips to your clit and starts to suck. He alternates between sucking and licking as he thrusts his fingers, and the pressure begins to build again as you try not to grind on his face. 

“Gonna cum for me? Do you want to? Want to cum all over my face and make a mess of it, is that it? Fuck, baby, you taste so damn good,” he growls, to which you moan in response, words failing as he pleasures you. Just as you’re about to reach your orgasm, he pulls his fingers out of you and lets go of your clit with one last suck. He sticks his fingers back in his mouth and lets out a hum of approval, winking at you as he twirls his tongue around them again. 

“Seonghwa-”

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

“You didn’t let me finish either.”

“Yeah, because I wanted to ride you! I was so close! Why would you stop-”

“Because I would rather you cum on my cock than my fingers, baby.”

Sexier words have never been spoken, you think, as Seonghwa stands up. He reaches to the bedside table to grab a condom and lube, stroking his cock a few times before he slides the condom on. You pull him in for another kiss, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. It’s such a sexy sound that he thinks he’ll cum from just listening to you. 

“Hwa,” you whine when he pulls away.

“Yes, yn?”

“Need you to fuck me, like right now.”

“Fuck. Okay. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Park Seonghwa, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will go find San and Wooyoung and beg them to fuck me instead.”

“Okay, okay, just making sure, no need to do anything drastic!”

He grabs the lube and squirts some into his hand, warming it before putting it on his cock, rubbing a little bit on your pussy before placing the tube back on the nightstand. He slowly starts to push into you, eyes closing at the feeling. You whimper as he stretches you, pulling him back down for another kiss. By the time he bottoms out, you’re both moaning into the kiss. Him, because you’re so tight and warm, and you, because you feel so full, and it’s so good to finally feel him again. 

A comfortable silence, the only sound being the two of you breathing, falls over the room as you adjust. It doesn’t take long, your arousal speeding up the process, and you nudge his hips with your own to get him to move. 

He slowly grinds into you, letting you wrap your legs around his waist before he starts to thrust. He’s gentle at first, taking your lower lip between his so he can suck on it. You whimper when he lets go, cutting off when you feel him bury his face against your chest. He sucks a hickey near your collarbone, placing kisses against your skin as he tries not to fuck you too hard. You tell him to go faster, and he obliges with a soft moan, hips beginning to snap against yours. He moves to kiss your neck, pretty much making out with it considering how much he’s biting you.

“Yn, fuck, you feel so good,” he groans against your neck, the words making you clench around him. He fucks into you a little harder, begging you to do it again, burying his face further into the crook of your neck. His hands travel back to your hips, holding you down while he begins to pound you into the bed. You moan loudly when he thrusts against your g-spot, nearly arching as his cock continues to brush against it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Hwa, oh my God-”

“Yeah? You like that, don’t you? Having my cock so deep in your pussy… Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he moans, lifting his head to look at you as you clench around him again. He growls when you make eye contact, adjusting himself so he can fuck into you at a deeper angle. Your eyes roll back, and you clutch at his arms, begging him not to stop. You reach up and tangle your hands in his hair again, pulling on it whenever he delivers an especially good thrust. He chokes on air when you tug particularly hard, fucking you even faster just to get you to do it again.

He lowers to press kisses against your skin, starting just below your ear. His lips trail along your jaw, then down a little further, peppering the column of your neck with kisses and love bites. You wrap your arms around him and practically claw at his back, both of your moans getting even louder. 

“H-hwa, shit, you feel so good. Ah — Ah fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you plead, your back fully arching off the bed when he lets out a deep growl and fucks you harder. 

“Yn, dammit-”

“That’s it, oh G-God right there, Hwa,” you moan, whimpering when he throws his head back with a loud, desperate groan. You lean up and attach your mouth to his neck, littering the smooth expanse of skin with bite marks and hickeys. He whines when you nip at his Adam’s apple, gripping your hips even harder. He thrusts into you as deep as he can and then swivels his hips, his cock rubbing deliciously against your walls. He alternates between pounding into you and grinding against you, abs flexing with each movement. 

Your gaze travels down his body, breath hitching as you take him in. You’ve definitely paid attention to how much he worked out, but until now, you’ve never had a chance to see just how toned he is. It’s not like he walked around naked or even shirtless when you came over. You trail a hand down his torso, from his (very defined) chest down to his abs, shivering as you trace the hard lines of his body. He then pushes his face against your chest, whining after your touches. 

“I’m close… fuck, I-I’m so close yn,” he whimpers, going back to his hard, fast thrusts, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. You whine, the sound making you dizzy with arousal. You pull him in for another kiss, his tongue immediately pushing past your lips so he can suck on yours. You two make out for another few minutes, his thrusts never ceasing, before you start to feel the knot in your stomach.

“Seonghwa-”

“I know, yn, I know, m-me too. Just fu-uck just a f-few more, okay? A few more minutes, and we can cum together. Is that okay?” he pants, gasping when you press your fingertips against his shoulder blades. 

You nod, eyes closing and a moan falling from your mouth after a particularly amazing snap of his hips. He shifts, hitting even deeper inside of you, and you nearly see stars from the pleasure. He brings his hand between your legs and presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing light circles against the spot.

“H-hwa, I’m gonna oh FUCK me I-I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, burying your face against his shoulder. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, barely able to move at times but still thrusting as hard and fast as he can. 

“Fuck, baby… cum with me, shit, you feel so good, squeezing me so damn well,” he moans, hips beginning to stutter. You want to kiss him, want to tell him how good he looks, and how much you want to watch him finish, but all that you can muster right now are choked, desperate moans. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, one hand on your ankle and the other hooking around your leg so he can continue rubbing your clit, and hits so deep inside you that you can nearly feel him hitting your cervix. Your eyes roll back, and you let out a long, broken moan of his name as you cum. Your nails dig into his back again, and your legs almost slide off his shoulders. 

Seonghwa looks down and moans when he sees you soaking his dick. He gives a few more deep, shaky thrusts before he sinks in all the way and stills. You whine at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, holding onto his arms to try to ground yourself. His eyes close, and he throws his head back, a nearly delirious cry of your name tumbling from his mouth as he cums. He grinds against you, riding out his orgasm a bit haphazardly before he shudders and collapses against you. 

The room is quiet as you two come down from your highs, his head resting against your shoulder, and you wrapped around him like a koala. He leans up a little bit to kiss you, so gentle in contrast to how hard he’d been fucking you into the bed just a few minutes before. He flips you two so he’s holding you, still kissing you. He pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it toward the trash. He’s not sure if it made it in or not, but that’s a problem for later. You whine at the loss, but you’re immediately comforted by him placing soft kisses against your forehead. 

When you fully come to your senses, he’s gazing at you with stars in his eyes. He smiles softly, reaching over to stroke your hair. 

“Hey,” you say, smiling back.

“Hey yourself,” he says. “That was… that was really something.”

You snort, sitting up, back against the headboard. “Yeah, it really was.”

“It was amazing. You were amazing. I mean, you always are, but something about that, about right now… I don’t know. You’re so beautiful,” he says, still in a daze. You blush, pulling him closer. You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he runs a hand through your hair. You reach up to fix his, which had become very messy when you were pulling on it. 

“I want to stay here forever,” you say, cuddling closer to him.

“Who says you can’t?”

“The pizza we put in the oven. I don’t smell anything burning, but we should still check on it anyways.”

If it weren’t for fear of his apartment burning down, he would just ignore the pizza. He sighs, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before saying, “I’ll go deal with it, but then it’s back to cuddling. Don’t you dare move.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. You’ve officially fucked the ability to move out of my legs,” you say, giggling. 

When he returns, you’re half asleep and holding onto his pillow. He smiles softly, crawling back into bed with you. He takes the pillow out of your arms and pulls you into his hold, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Hwa,” you murmur, looking up at him. He hums, and you turn to nuzzle against his chest. “Can we do that again?”

“Was one round not enough?”

“No. Need at least one more. That one was fucking. I need to make love to you this time instead,” you say, now tracing circles on his bicep. He hums, pulling you into his lap.

“Okay, but we’re taking a bath afterward. You look like you’re falling asleep,” he says, starting to remove the minimal clothing he’d thrown on to deal with the pizza. You lean in to kiss him after he takes off his shirt, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling closer. He blindly reaches to the nightstand to get another condom, fumbling with the wrapper as he returns your kiss. He palms himself, his cock already almost fully hard, before taking off his boxers and sliding the condom on. He runs the tip of his cock along your folds a few times before slowly pushing back into you. You whimper from overstimulation, and he’s about to stop when you sink down all the way. 

“I’m in charge this time,” you say, breaking the kiss to pin his shoulders to the headboard. He blinks up at you, then nods, placing his hands on your waist, helping you steady yourself and get your legs to stop shaking. 

You start gently grinding against him, and he moans quietly. He helps guide you back and forth as you pick up speed, which you’re tempted to stop, but you don’t because it’s comforting to have him there. 

“Yn-” he nearly whispers, a breathy moan falling from his lips when you start to slowly bounce on him. He drops his head into your shoulder, whimpers escaping his lips with each bounce. Wrapping his arms around you, he starts to kiss your neck again, throwing in a few small bites and some licks here and there. He licks a stripe from your collarbone to your jawline, and you pull him closer with a sigh. 

It’s not long before you both feel an orgasm approaching. You speed up a little bit, head tilting back to give him more access to your neck. He starts to suck on your sweet spot, partly to help you reach your high and partly to stifle the moans threatening to escape his throat. 

“Hwa, baby, I’m gonna cum again,” you whimper, pushing his face further into your neck. He groans in agreement, lifting his hips to grind against you. The angle has him grinding directly against your clit, and the sensation makes you see stars. You’re thrown off the edge again, pleasure rolling through you in waves as you cum around him. You let out a silent scream, back arching as he pulls you down hard on his cock. He bites down on your neck, moaning loudly against your skin as he starts cumming, too. 

You two grind against each other for another minute or so to ride out your highs. He pulls you in to cuddle again once you’re done, pulling out and throwing away the condom. You stay like that for another minute or two before he lays the two of you down and cuddles you that way. 

“You’re so perfect,” you whisper, eyes starting to close as you drift off. Seonghwa smiles, but then something crosses his mind, and he sits up again.

“Yn… are we dating now?”

You look up and nearly swat him. “Yes, you dumbass. Why wouldn’t we be?”

He shrugs, settling in against the pillows and pulling you close. 

“I love you, yn.”

“I love you too, Hwa.”

Seonghwa’s fireworks show has finally ended; he is happy to have you in his arms. His only regret is not scamming San into buying tickets for it before he confessed, he thinks, as he drifts off to sleep. 

When Seonghwa wakes up, he’s glad to see you’re still there, face down and snoring into the pillow. He props himself up on one arm and rests his chin on his hand, content to just admire you. It’s a calm morning, the sun gentle through the curtains covering his window, bathing you in soft light. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, smiling when you roll over. 

“Just pretty?” you say, facing away from him. He blinks, not realizing you’d woken up. You roll over again, facing him this time and cocking an eyebrow. “Last night, you were calling me beautiful and amazing.”

He blushes and reaches to stroke your hair, then murmurs, “My brain hasn’t caught up with me yet. Beautiful is too long of a word for me to think about right now.”

You snort, sitting up with the covers still around you. You pull him closer, letting him rest against your shoulder. 

“I love you. You’re perfect. The best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know what I would do without you-”

“Don’t overdo it so early in the day, baby. We still have many hours for you to shower me in compliments,” you say, giggling as you run your fingers through his hair. He blushes and buries his face in your shoulder, mumbling something about how narcissistic you must be. 

You two stay like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s presence and the calm of the morning. Seonghwa lifts his head from your shoulder and is about to tell you, again, just how perfect you are, when a crashing sound drifts down the hallway. 

“Shit, I think San’s up,” you say, looking at the door. Voices echo down the hall, one clearly San’s and the other utterly unintelligible because it comes in the form of a screech.

“Sounds like Wooyoung is, too,” Seonghwa sighs. He starts to get up, thwarted when you pull him back down onto the bed. He giggles when you straddle him, resting your forehead against his, noses brushing. 

“You’re not allowed to leave yet.”

“What if they burn down the apartment?”

“There’s a fire extinguisher in the closet, right? They can deal with it themselves. You’re going to stay here and let me make love to you again,” you say, peppering kisses across his face. He sighs in mock defeat before reaching up to pull you down onto his chest as you squeal. 

“Mmm, no, I think I’m going to be the one making love to you this time,” he murmurs, flipping you two and pressing his hips against yours. He starts to grind against you, pressing kisses against your neck and humming when you wrap your limbs around him. 

“Hwa-”

You’re cut off by another crash and more screeches, the two men in the kitchen sounding a little more alarmed now. Seonghwa sighs and gets up, barely resisting when you try to pull him back. 

“I would really rather not be interrupted by a fire alarm later,” he sighs, dragging himself out of bed. 

“Really? Interesting, I’d actually prefer to hear the fire alarm. They’re great for sex playlists,” you mutter, rolling your eyes and propping yourself up against the pillows. 

“Yeah, and carbon monoxide alarms. Really get me going, you know?” he replies, grinning over his shoulder at you. You smile back, then let your gaze drift down his body, admiring him in the sunlight. 

“Did you ever notice how often I looked at you?” you ask when he turns around. He blinks in surprise, eyes widening when you laugh. 

“Y-you did?” 

“I think you need to get your eyes checked. Yeosang used to give me his sunglasses whenever we went to the pool at Yunho’s because I was ‘blatantly eye-fucking’ you every time.”

“I always wondered why you seemed to be stealing his sunglasses,” he says. He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Stealing? More like being forced to wear them against my will,” you snort. “I’m pretty sure he thought you’d drag me into the shed and fuck me if you caught me staring. Though, that would have been much more preferable.”

“If it weren’t for fear of stepping on a nail or something in the shed, I would have done that if you asked. Though, honestly, with all that staring, it’s a wonder you never noticed me staring at you,” he says, slipping a hoodie on. He ties the drawstring of his sweatpants before looking back up and saying, “I guess we both need our eyes checked.”

There’s another crash, and you both look towards the door. 

“That’s my cue, I guess,” he sighs. 

“Have fun,” you say. He grimaces, opening the door. He’s about to walk out when you stop him, exclaiming, “Oh! Does this mean I can wear your clothes now?”

“You already steal my clothes!”

“Yeah, but now we can share clothes. I don’t have to commit theft anymore.”

“…Fine. Please wait before wearing the new hoodies, though. I want to hold onto those a bit longer-”

“Those ones are safe; they don’t smell like you yet,” you say, scrambling out of bed to get to the closet.

“They don’t what-”

Seonghwa is cut off by another crash from the kitchen. He rushes out the door, and you shake your head, chuckling. 

Seonghwa walks into the kitchen, fully intending to grab the fire extinguisher and start spraying everything, but is surprised to see that everything looks… normal? 

“Fun night?” Wooyoung asks, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“What do you m-”

“We came back and heard you two,” San sighs. Seonghwa turns bright red and clears his throat. 

“Oh. Uh. Sorry about that. Did anything hap-”

“I mean, it was more entertaining than anything else. San was right, you’re really fucking loud,” Wooyoung says, sitting at the table. Seonghwa nearly chokes, turning to glare at San, who shrugs. 

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell who was louder. The headboard seemed to be a pretty good contender, too. Oh, by the way, we finished the pizza. Did you two get any before you started trying to break your bedframe?” Wooyoung ponders. 

“That was the second pizza. We ate the first while waiting for you to come back. And we weren’t trying to break the bedf-”

“Right, right, you were christening your new relationship. Got it,” San replies, Wooyoung chuckling as Seonghwa swats at the former.

“You two seem to be okay,” Seonghwa says, grabbing a mug to get coffee.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” San inquires, cocking his head to the side.

“Heard some crashes and screeching, figured I should check if either of you burned down the kitchen. Everything seems to be okay, though,” Seonghwa says, then notices the four pots in the sink. He eyes the other two suspiciously, and they both avoid his gaze.

“Do I want to know?” he asks, and Wooyoung quickly shakes his head before handing him a pair of tongs and directing him to the stove to help. 

You emerge from Seonghwa’s room as the three men work on breakfast, noting that the smell of bacon woke you up. 

“Did you sleep well?” Seonghwa asks, walking over with a plate for you. 

“Yeah, that was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a while,” you reply, smiling and taking the plate. He notices that you’re wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his shorts, and his heart flutters. Maybe he spoke too soon about the fireworks show coming to an end. 

 “That’s good,” San says, ignoring how Wooyoung’s shooting death glares at him for using the wrong pans for the bacon. “You must have been pretty tired.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Who knew the Bee Movie could be so exhausting?” you say, winking at Seonghwa. 

“Uh huh. Sure, the Bee Movie, we can say that,” San says. “It totally wasn’t, oh, I don’t know, Seonghwa’s big….”

Seonghwa tenses, looking over at San. You look at him, too, puzzled.

“…wine glasses,” San finishes, smirking as he sits beside you. “Seriously, those things? Damn. I could probably pass out after drinking from one of them. They really… fill you up, don’t they, Hwa?” 

Curse San and his horrible dirty jokes. Seonghwa shoots him a glare as you continue to look puzzled. 

“Am I missing something?” you ask, looking between the two men. 

“Nah, it’s not impor-”

“We came home and heard you two fucking. Also, San, those jokes were a reach, and you know it,” Wooyoung says nonchalantly, sliding in next to San and cutting him off. 

“Oh. Well, uh, sorry you had to hear that,” you say, looking down at your plate. Seonghwa takes a sip of his coffee and avoids looking at anyone else. 

“That’s okay! It was more funny than anything else. We should probably invest in soundproof walls, though,” San says. He leans against Wooyoung and nuzzles against his neck, opening his mouth so the younger man can feed him bacon. You and Seonghwa exchange a look, eyes widening. 

“So… when did you two become official?” Seonghwa asks.

“Last night. We stayed out until we thought you would be asleep and then came back to… celebrate, you could say, but it seemed like you two were also partaking in festivities,” Wooyoung says, pushing another piece of bacon into San’s mouth. San nods, then closes his eyes as he chews, humming contently. 

“Ah, well, if you two want to celebrate properly today, Hwa and I will be out later,” you say, getting up to get more coffee. 

“We are?” Seonghwa asks, completely confused. Did he forget something?

“Yep! I’m taking you out on a date at 7 PM. I made reservations at that pasta place we like. I hope you didn’t have any plans,” you say, looking back and grinning. Seonghwa is very lucky that school is on break and that he basically has no life outside of the friend group. 

“Nope, no plans,” he says, joining you in the kitchen. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses a chaste kiss to your neck.

“At least, not ones that required us to be out of bed,” he whispers. You shiver, then turn to face him, circling your arms around his neck. 

“We can do that when we get home,” you say, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer and cupping your face with his left hand.

“Ooh~ Seonghwa and yn, sittin’ in a tree,” San sings, nudging Wooyoung to join. You two break apart, but not quickly enough to stop the pair from finishing.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” they yell, cackling when you pick up a butter knife and shake it at them. 

Seonghwa smiles, shaking his head. He looks over at you and sees you laughing, his heart melting at how cute it is. You meet his gaze and smile, eyes twinkling. You hold up a finger heart, blowing a kiss at him as you go back to the table. He’s happy. You look happy, too. I could get used to this, he thinks. 

This time, he welcomed the fireworks. 

Part of the Year of the Villain collab

Genre: Smut, a bit of angst and fluff

Pairing: Evil Prince!Wooyoung x Good Prince!Yeosang (ATEEZ)

Synopsis: Throughout history, there have been countless stories of battles between good and evil. Heroes and villains knowing fame in equal parts due to their involvement in these battles. But before reaching these points, whether famous or infamous, how do these stories develop? And what happens when the heroes and villains would rather cast aside their roles? What happens when Yeosang, the only son of the most powerful and famous good royal family, falls for Wooyoung, his assigned villain?

Chapters: 1/??? There will be some prequels coming up

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: Yeosang’s parents are mentioned to be a little bit Homophobic (never outright discuss lgbtq stuff but it’s implied), kidnapping (more like forced teleportation though), Yeosang is In Denial about being gay for a little bit, oral (m receiving), anal (again, m receiving), mentions of poison and torture but it never actually happens, mentions of alcohol

A/N: I thought about making this all medieval-y but I wanted to have a soft aftercare scene and what I had in mind did not align with the whole lack of indoor plumbing thing from medieval times so. Fantasy world with tiled bathrooms. Anyways, I’m going to make this a whole series outside of the collab, so watch out for it! Thank you to everyone who worked on the collab, this was an awesome project and I’m glad to have met yall :D 

Taglist: @sanjoongie @bobateastay @toikiii @ani-untitled​ @defwoodz​ @flurrys-creativity​

Wooyoung

The first thing Wooyoung did after graduation was throw a party. The second thing was announce to everyone attending that he was going to kidnap Kang Yeosang, Crown Prince of Aurora, the only son of the Kang family, the Good to his Evil.

Neither of those choices proved to be very great ones, but Wooyoung was more of an “act first, think later” kind of guy.

“How exactly are you going to kidnap him?” asked Wooyoung’s friend Seonghwa, taking a sip from his cup. “And what do you plan to do after you have him?”

“Not sure yet. Torture, maybe?” Wooyoung replied. Truth be told, the only thing he really wanted to do was shirk his responsibilities as the only son of the most powerful Evil family in existence, but that was a lot easier said than done. He really needed to start thinking before he acted. 

“Okay… well, let us know if you need anything, alright?” Seonghwa said before depositing his empty solo cup in the trash can and going to find his girlfriend, Yeeun. Wooyoung nodded, saluting playfully as the older man left, before sitting down and sighing. He knew Seonghwa wouldn’t be spreading the word about his plans, but he couldn’t say the same for anyone else. He was locked in, and it terrified him. After all, he had no plan, and it can be very difficult emotionally to kidnap the one person you’re in love with. Especially when you’re not supposed to fall in love with them.

Yeosang 

The great thing about having powerful royal parents is that they can spy on whoever they want. So, Yeosang learned very quickly that he was to be kidnapped. No other details, just a quick “Wooyoung’s going to kidnap you” when his mother’s lady-in-waiting, Wheein, returned from the party. 

Thanks a lot, he thought, panic beginning to set in. He had just returned home from graduation, and already Wooyoung was scheming. Weren’t they supposed to wait a bit before starting their story? The Writers hadn’t even told them any details yet. Yeosang needed more time to prepare.

But this was reality, he guessed. Evil waits for no one, his professors had drilled that into his brain, so he needed to get a move on with protecting himself. After all: Wooyoung was a villain. He wasn’t supposed to be considerate of Yeosang’s mental preparedness. 

Yeosang decided to spend the next few days fortifying the palace to the best of his ability. He may only be Crown Prince right now, but his story would begin soon. He needed to get a move on. 

Wooyoung

After the party, when everyone was flopped on the floor and drunk out of their minds, Wooyoung stared up at the ceiling. Seonghwa’s words echoed in his mind. Let us know if you need anything, alright? That was what Good people said to each other. Evil people just did things, thought about the consequences later, just like Wooyoung. They certainly didn’t talk about their secret feelings for their assigned heroes, like Seonghwa was unknowingly suggesting Wooyoung do. The red-haired man couldn’t even anticipate how his friends would react if he told them. 

So he figured he’d push it out of his mind. He wouldn’t tell them. He’d go through with the kidnapping, then figure out what to do after that. The only problem, he didn’t know how to get Yeosang. 

Wooyoung sat up. There was one way. An hourglass that Yeosang had given to them their freshman year at Gunhyeong Academy, where all major Good and Evil people went to prepare. The purpose of the hourglass was to summon one another on campus if someone got lost; they’d been roommates that first year. But Wooyoung had never used it before. It would be risky… really risky. He didn’t even know how the hourglass was supposed to work. Yeosang hadn’t thought to tell him what would happen when it was turned. But he could try it. 

He shivered—from the cold or his sudden nerves, he couldn’t tell. He stood up and crept to the stairs, picking his way around his friends and trying not to curse when Taehyun rolled over onto his foot. 

Somehow, he made it to the stairs and went up to his room. He picked up the hourglass from where he’d hidden it behind his books, about to turn it, and then realized: he had no plan. What would he do once Yeosang arrived? He’d have to wait a few days before turning it, would have to actually think before acting. 

But he had the beginning of a plan. And that’s what mattered. 

Yeosang

Something had shifted the night he found out he was to be kidnapped. It seemed that everyone else in the palace already knew of the news before he’d even woken up. 

“Yeo-yeo, dear. Can we talk to you for a minute?” his mother had asked before striding into the Great Hall and expecting him to follow. What ensued was an hour-long lecture about being calm in the face of a threat, and that Wooyoung wasn’t anything to be afraid of. But it didn’t really help. Yeosang knew Wooyoung better than they did, though admittedly not that well, but he knew that one should never underestimate him. 

He calculates every move, he thought as his father scoffed about how Evil is chaotic and unplanned. Wooyoung has plans for everything. I need to be prepared for anything, he thought. 

Wheein insisted that he wear his hourglass on a chain attached to his belt. She had a matching one and would know if he disappeared, so she insisted that he wear his. While she wouldn’t be able to bring him back herself, she could alert his parents, or anyone else, and send out a rescue party. The thought both comforted and worried Yeosang. Alarm bells were beginning to go off in his head at every little thing. This must be what it’s like to live in a story, he thought, instructing the guards by his room to fortify the windows. 

A few days passed with no signs of action from Wooyoung. But Yeosang was beginning to feel prepared. The palace was at maximum defense, and he had several plans of escape depending on the method that Wooyoung used to kidnap him.

The only problem was that the one method he didn’t anticipate was the one Wooyoung used.

Wooyoung

“Everything’s set up,” said Beomgyu, waving an arm at the room Wooyoung had said to prepare. It looked nice. Too nice to be a prison cell. But Wooyoung didn’t want to make Yeosang uncomfortable. 

“Thanks, Beomgyu. I’d like extra men on this floor to make sure Yeosang doesn’t leave until I’m through with him, but they can stay at the ends of the hall while I’m in the room with him. Your help has been appreciated,” Wooyoung said. Beomgyu nodded, then left the room, leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts.

I wonder if he’d let me tie him to the bed, Wooyoung thought. He’d look so good like that…

He tried to push the idea out of his mind, but it was too irresistible. Part of his plan was to confess to Yeosang and see what came of that. Wooyoung wasn’t planning to torture him or anything, just keep him in this room. Their story hadn’t started yet; he couldn’t go too far. 

That night, Wooyoung picked up the hourglass and walked into the Yeosang Room, as Seonghwa had been calling it. It was right next to his bedroom, so it wasn’t a long walk, but every step felt agonizingly slow. He was nervous. Excited, so excited, but nervous.

When he entered the room, he took a breath and then locked the door. Looking at the hourglass, he turned the two containers of sand over, and the sand began to fall. But nothing else happened. 

As he was about to exit the room, defeated and thinking it hadn’t worked, something crashed onto the bed. Wooyoung turned around and saw a very flustered, terrified man on the bed, staring up at him. He smirked.

“Welcome, Yeosang.” 

Yeosang

The last thing he expected the hourglasses to do was just teleport him to Wooyoung’s location. One second he was pacing his room, wondering how he would be kidnapped, next he was falling onto a surprisingly soft surface and staring at his enemy. 

When Wooyoung left the room, it took a while for Yeosang to look around and gain his bearings. The room was surprisingly lavish, nothing like he’d expected. The bed was large and soft, with extra pillows. There were bookshelves, a dresser that seemed full, and a desk that doubled as a vanity. All of the furniture was painted black, but the walls were a deep red. A plate of cookies was on the desk, with a note saying, “Take as many as you want. You’ll be here a while. Breakfast will arrive at 9 AM.” 

Ignoring his better instincts, Yeosang took a cookie. It tasted amazing, nearly as good as Wheein’s baking. So he took a few more.

It didn’t take long for him to realize how much of a mistake that was. He began to feel drowsy, an odd feeling for 7 PM at night, and looked inside one of the cookies. It was blue. The color of a sleeping potion.

I should’ve known, he thought as he collapsed onto the bed. Sleep overcame him, and he was out in seconds. 

When Yeosang awoke, he was still in the same position as when he’d collapsed. He stared up at the black canopy over the bed and sighed. It really had happened.

Was this how his story was supposed to begin?

Wooyoung

Evidently, he'd have to do something with Yeosang. Otherwise, what was the point of kidnapping him?

Wooyoung walked to Yeosang's room with a tray of blueberry muffins. He could not remember for the life of him what Yeosang liked for breakfast, so he just picked up the most generic thing in the kitchen and hoped for the best. 

"Knock knock," he said, knocking softly at the door. He opened it, walked in, and set down the muffins on the desk. Yeosang didn't move from where he was on the bed, still staring at the ceiling.

"Hi," said Wooyoung. He was starting to feel awkward.

"Hello."

"I brought you some muffins."

"...Oh. Thanks."

"Yep…"

"Wooyoung. Why am I here?" Yeosang asked, sitting up. Wooyoung shrugged.

"Dunno. We'll see. I plan to keep you here for a few days yet, though," he said, picking up a muffin. He turned and left the room, leaving Yeosang sitting on the bed.

He didn't even try to escape, Wooyoung thought. The door was literally wide open. What is he doing?

He didn't dwell on that much longer, afraid he'd give himself false hope. He'd send Dami to bring food up next time. Maybe it would be less awkward then, at least for Yeosang. Wooyoung still wasn't really sure of what he was doing, and the butterflies that appeared whenever he saw Yeosang weren't helping. He needed to concentrate. 

Over the next few days, the routine was the same. Wooyoung delivered breakfast, exchanged greetings with Yeosang, and schemed for the rest of the day while instructing his friends to feel the older man. By the third day, he was still stumped. So, he decided to visit Yeosang once again… and maybe offer him something new. 

Yeosang

Turns out, staying in the same room for days on end will anger you considerably. Not only that, it was boring. There wasn't really anything here for Yeosang to do except think, and he didn't want to do that. Because his thoughts were… concerning to him.

See, Yeosang had been hiding something ever since he began attending Gunhyeong. Ever since the moment he met Wooyoung. He had been attracted to the villain from the very start, but refused to accept or even acknowledge it for years. He never told anyone, fearing what others (especially his parents) would think. He’d grown up listening to his parents repeat that the only union valid in Good’s eyes was one between a man and a woman, so he’d automatically rejected any romantic (and especially sexual) thoughts of Wooyoung for a long while.

But now that he was in the Jung palace, now that he was locked in a room next to Wooyoung's… now, all he could think about was that attraction. And that was terrifying. 

Yeosang looked up from the book he was reading, setting it down next to his place on the bed when Wooyoung entered again. He looks so smug. What does he have planned today…? Yeosang thought. 

Most of what Wooyoung did was just send him meals, ask how he slept, and maybe bring in a book or two if Yeosang wasn't satisfied with the existing selection. It was confusing. 

"You might be wondering why I have you here," Wooyoung said, sitting at the desk chair. Yeosang didn't reply.

"Quiet today, are we?"

"I don't have anything to say to you," Yeosang replied, staring at Wooyoung. The younger grinned. 

"Sure. Well, I feel like telling you why you're here anyways. Do you want to know?"

"Are you just going to tell me anyways?"

"Yeah," Wooyoung said. "I brought you here because I wanted to get to know you. And because I wanted to see if that hourglass actually worked."

"Seriously???" Yeosang asked, incredulous. Of all the theories he'd come up with, the visions he'd had of Wooyoung poisoning his food or stabbing him in his sleep, everything, he'd never imagined that this would be the reason. 

"Yep! So, what do you think?"

What did he think? He didn't have many thoughts. Just one.

“I… I think that I hate this. Yeah. I hate this. I hate you. Fuck you, Wooyoung,” Yeosang said, venom entering his voice. Wooyoung smirked. 

“Oh you hate me sooo much, don’t you. And look at you, you're swearing now! Am I that much of a bad influence? Damn. So, you hate me so much that you want to fuck me?”

“I don’t want to fuck y-”

“Ah ah ah, but you just said it! ‘Fuck you, Wooyoung,’ if I recall correctly?” Wooyoung said, getting up and walking over to Yeosang. Yeosang backed against the wall, gripping one of the sheets. 

“That’s just an expression, it doesn’t mean I actually want to fuck you. Why would I want to fuck someone who kidnapped me? And just to get to know me, too. Couldn't you have sent me a letter like a normal person? Why do you do things like this?" Yeosang asked as Wooyoung leaned over him. 

“Uh, because I’m sexy? It’s okay, Yeosang, you can admit you think I’m hot," Wooyoung said, standing up straight again and blowing a kiss at Yeosang. 

“I’m never going to admit that you’re-”

“I’ll let you out if you do.”

Yeosang paused, then tentatively asked, “You’ll let me out?”

“Sure. That’s what you want, right? Unless, of course, you want to stay," Wooyoung said, now looking at his polished black nails. He flicked an invisible speck of dust from them, then looked back up at Yeosang. 

Yeosang eyed Wooyoung suspiciously, unsure of whether or not to believe him. Still tentatively, he asked, “And if I don’t say it, you won’t let me out?”

“Nope! Plus, since my room’s right next door and the walls are thin, tonight you’ll get to listen to me jerk o-”

“OKAY, OKAY, I’LL SAY IT," Yeosang said, eyes wide. The second night he'd spent in the room, he'd been forced to listen to Wooyoung's moans through the wall and then pretend everything was normal the next day when breakfast was brought over. The experience was too awkward for Yeosang to want to relive. Although he didn't want to think about it, he would much rather have been the one making Wooyoung moan like that. 

Wooyoung laughed, head falling back. “Damn, so eager. Alright, let’s hear it.”

“I think… I think you’re…” Yeosang stuttered, suddenly flustered. Maybe listening to Wooyoung all night wouldn’t be so bad. That would be way better than having to admit-

“You think I’m…?” Wooyoung trailed off, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Fuck this, Yeosang thought. He knows Wooyoung would just find more ways to be cocky, knowing that Yeosang stayed willingly just to listen to him jerk off. He already can’t stand the eyebrow-raising, four years of it was more than enough. What more would he be expected to endure?

Yeosang sucked in a breath before saying, “Ithinkyou’rehotandtobehonestIwanttofuckyoubutIhateyousoIneverwill. Will you let me out now?”

Wooyoung blinked a few times before laughing again. 

“Dude, I couldn’t even comprehend that. Repeat it for me, please?”

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “Fine. I think you’re sooooo fucking hot, and I want to fuck you sooooo badly it’s killing me. Happy?”

“Sure. Let me go get the keys to the front door. You know you haven’t been locked in here, right?” Wooyoung asked, laughing when Yeosang’s jaw dropped. I could’ve just left, Yeosang thought. Why was I just staying here, then?

He let out a long sigh when Wooyoung left the room. Even though he meant to sound sarcastic, Yeosang really did mean what he said. He’d always wanted to fuck Wooyoung. It wasn’t his fault that they’d been forced into these lives, ones where they were destined to hate each other. And it sure as hell wasn’t his fault that Wooyoung looked so damn good in those leather pants… 

Wooyoung

So much for getting to know him, he thought, retrieving the keys and walking back to Yeosang’s room. He opened the door again and gasped. It had only been about a minute, but Yeosang was missing. 

“Yeosang?” Wooyoung asked. Nothing. He left the room and paced down the hall, calling out for Yeosang again. Still nothing.

Then, a crash sounded from downstairs. He sprinted down the staircase, sliding into the kitchen, where the crash had come from. He found Yeosang and Beomgyu staring at each other, the Good prince with his hands up like he’d done something wrong. An empty but very broken flower pot lay at Beomgyu’s feet. 

Yeosang turned to Wooyoung, and blurted out, “I swear I didn’t break it!”

“Hate to come to his defense, but he didn’t; I did,” Beomgyu said nonchalantly. 

“I don’t care who broke it. What are you doing in here? I was going to walk you out,” Wooyoung asked. 

“I wasn’t sure you would… I figured I’d escape, but I couldn’t figure out how to get out without raising any alarms. And then I came in here, and he dropped the flower pot,” Yeosang said sheepishly. 

“Well, of course I did. I was surprised. Why is he out?” Beomgyu asked. 

“I’m letting him out.”

“WHAT?” asked Seonghwa as he entered the room. He stared straight at Wooyoung, then over at Yeosang, whose eyes somehow widened even more.

“I’m not repeating myself.”

“Why the hell are you just letting him leave?” Seonghwa asked, incredulous. 

“There’s not much else I can really do right now. Our story hasn’t officially started yet, so I’m just playing around right now. So I’m letting him go home,” Wooyoung said, shrugging. “Plus, I have some blackmail material on him. Might as well let him leave now before I find out more so I don’t have too much of an advantage later.”

Wooyoung took Yeosang’s arm and dragged him out of the room, running back upstairs to escape the other two men. He tugged Yeosang into his room, then slammed the door shut with both hands.

“So. I don’t think Seonghwa will just let us leave. You may have to stay here a few more days,” Wooyoung said, still facing the door. 

Yeosang sighed, then mumbled, “Sure.” 

Wooyoung turned to face him. “While we’re here… why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?”

An outside perspective

The two of them spent the next several hours talking. They mostly talked in circles, never about anything important. Just the shallow bits one tells an unfamiliar classmate—which teachers you liked or disliked, your favorite color, who you spent time with. A lot of the time was filled with awkward silences, where the two men both tried not to think about how attractive the other was, but they had some moments of laughter between. 

Wooyoung called dinner up to them, and they eventually began reading books to each other while eating the chocolate strawberries that came as dessert. Neither of them thought they could leave, since Seonghwa and Beomgyu were still outside and probably guarding the front door, so they figured they’d continue passing the time.

One thing led to another, and they ended up sitting very close to each other on the bed. Close enough that they could feel each other breathe, could almost hear each others’ racing heartbeats. Close enough that they both ended up thinking about the what-ifs. 

Close enough that Yeosang didn’t bother trying to stop him when Wooyoung leaned in and kissed him.

Yeosang, a few minutes later

Yeosang gasped as Wooyoung’s fingertips trailed up his thigh, lips so close to his neck. A whimper rose in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down, not wanting Wooyoung to have the satisfaction of knowing how affected he was. The younger man let out a shaky sigh, leaning in closer before pressing a kiss against Yeosang’s neck. 

“I know I’m not supposed to do this,” Wooyoung mumbled, voice raspy but muffled against the older’s skin. “But God I want you so bad. Always have. Probably always will. And I think this is the last time I’ll ever have a chance to see you like this.”

Yeosang closed his eyes, tipping his head back to allow Wooyoung more room. He hated to admit it, hated to even think about it, but he’d wanted Wooyoung too. Just as long and certainly with the same passion. 

“The best part of being evil is that I don’t have to care about what others think or want. I can take as I please, if I have the means to. I can afford to be selfish all the time. It’s a freedom that you don’t have, right? It’s the one thing I can hold against you. The one thing I can use to win. That’s all we’re supposed to think about, right? How to defeat each other?” Wooyoung continued, pressing another kiss against Yeosang’s neck. Hands settling against the older’s thighs, he nipped at Yeosang’s skin, drawing another gasp. 

“I don’t want to think about winning tonight. If nothing, this would be a loss for me. Having you just this once and then never being able to do it again. Getting a taste of what I’ve been yearning for all this time—” Wooyoung paused, a hitch in his breath before kissing Yeosang’s neck again. “Just finally getting you here, in my bed, in my arms. It’s all I’ve wanted for years. But I’ll only get you this one time. And then that’s it for me. I’ll have won the battle but lost the war, because I won’t be able to take it. Knowing that you’re just out of reach? I’ll lose everything. Because this is the only thing I want. This is the real reason why I brought you here. I wanted to have a chance with you… I didn’t know if it would work. But I wanted to try.”

Yeosang drew his hands up to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair. It was too much, his mind was reeling. The younger had a point: they’d never be able to do this again. They were supposed to hate each other, after all. Destined to battle until one of them won, died, even. That’s how these things worked. That’s what they were trained to do, what was written in the stars before they were even an idea. 

Desire battled with guilt in the pit of Yeosang’s stomach. He knew it was wrong to want Wooyoung like this. Wooyoung was supposed to be his villain. Heroes weren’t supposed to want their villains like this. Even in stories with love potions, those desires were superficial. It was selfish of him to want Wooyoung. It went against everything he was supposed to stand for. And yet, he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to let go. 

“What if we switched roles tonight? I know you want me, too. You’re not fooling me, Yeosang, I know how much I’m affecting you. And I know you’re supposed to be selfless. You can’t have a single want unless it serves someone else, right? But what if tonight, just this once, I’m the selfless one, and you can have your own desires. Maybe it’ll hurt less. You can tell everyone I manipulated you, convince yourself even, and I can try to shake it off and pretend that I let you turn me for a bit. We can pretend to everyone else that neither of us really wanted this. That we just got too far into each other’s minds and convinced ourselves that this was how we could win. Maybe if we pretend that we aren’t truly thinking, then maybe we can go on.”

Wooyoung pulled away at that moment. Yeosang looked at him, nearly sobbing at the sight of the tears pricking at the corners of the villain’s eyes. It hurt him, too, knowing the possibilities of what was happening, and knowing how much it would hurt Wooyoung later. Yeosang could go on. He could convince the Writers to help him find someone else and be happy that way. It was always supposed to work out for good in the end, wasn’t it? Wooyoung wouldn’t get that chance. This would be his one moment of happiness, the peak of his personal story. The one thing he truly wanted outside of what was written. And he was willing to give it up so that Yeosang could go on. Willing to allow it to happen, willing to lose his motivation, just for Yeosang. 

What was it that Yeosang’s professor always said? Villains have no feelings, no empathy toward anyone, no morals. They only want to serve themselves. 

But what if that was wrong? Yes, Wooyoung was still acting selfishly. He’d be serving his desires either way, pretending or not. But he’d be acting selflessly as well. He’d be serving Yeosang’s desires, too. Maybe the world wasn’t as black and white as Gunhyeong had made it out to be. Maybe there were gray areas. Heroes and villains are still human, after all. 

Wooyoung sniffled, then sighed. “We shouldn’t be doing thi-”

Yeosang surprised himself by leaning forward and kissing him. Based on the gasp that left Wooyoung’s still slightly parted lips, it must have surprised him too. But neither of them drew away. No, instead, they just pulled each other closer. 

Wooyoung still tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries, the very ones they’d eaten only minutes before this all started. His lips were soft against Yeosang’s, mouth warm as the older’s tongue slipped in. A soft sigh fell from his mouth before his hands reached out, searching for Wooyoung’s, holding them tight as their fingers clasped. He pulled away, looking into Wooyoung’s eyes.

“We can worry about the moral dilemmas later. I just want you right now,” Yeosang rasped, leaning in for another kiss.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Wooyoung whispered right as his mouth met Yeosang’s. 

The two of them let go of each other’s hands in favor of wrapping their arms around each other. Yeosang let himself lean into Wooyoung’s embrace, holding tightly onto his shoulders while the younger’s hands roam across Yeosang’s body. 

If it was too much for him earlier, it was definitely too much for him now. He couldn’t think of anything besides Wooyoung: his hands on Yeosang’s chest, their mouths pressed together, the moans that had begun to tumble from Wooyoung’s mouth. But he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. That he was willing to let himself be selfish this once. 

He clambered into Wooyoung’s lap, seating himself right on top of the red-haired man’s crotch. Wooyoung groaned into Yeosang’s mouth, pulling him closer and pressing his hips up. Yeosang began grinding on him, hands beginning to travel to Wooyoung’s waist to keep himself steady.

They kept going like that for a few minutes until Wooyoung stopped Yeosang to pick him up and lower him onto the bed. They continued kissing, slowly becoming more passionate as Wooyoung started grinding on Yeosang this time. 

Suddenly, Wooyoung pulled back. Yeosang whined, reaching for his arms, but Wooyoung kept them out of reach. 

“Have you ever tried anal before?” Wooyoung asked. Burning a bright red at the former’s boldness, as if they hadn’t been shamelessly grinding all over each other just moments before, he shook his head no. 

“Noted. Have you ever… Shit, I probably should’ve asked before. Are you a virgin?” Wooyoung asked again, pausing his descent back over Yeosang.

“N-no. I… There’s been one person,” Yeosang stuttered. It made sense that Wooyoung didn’t know about JiU, his former girlfriend. They’d never spent a whole lot of time together before she and Yeosang broke up. Still, Yeosang was even redder than before, just remembering what had happened that one time. He probably should’ve figured out that he wasn’t straight that night, but alas, he was still in denial at the time.

“Only one? Goddamn. I bet they were Good, too. Alright, well, time to rescue you from whatever purity-obsessed shit your parents subscribe to, I guess. Do you want me to ride you or do you want to have another first tonight?” Wooyoung asked, reaching out to caress Yeosang’s thigh again. He shivered at the contact, unsure of how to decide. On the one hand, the thought of Wooyoung fucking him into the bed was really tempting. On the other, he wasn’t sure if he was really ready for it. After all, his only sexual experience was that one disaster, and it hadn’t been with a man. Yeosang had never really considered the possibilities that he was currently facing since he’d never had a reason to.

“I’m not sure,” he said, looking away sheepishly.

“Why don’t we go slow then? I can suck you off until you decide if you want,” Wooyoung replied, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of Yeosang’s thigh. This time, the shiver that went through his body was one of happiness. He liked the thought of going slow.

“O-okay. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Ooh, so eager. Mkay. Just lay back—you’re already doing a great job of that—relax, and let me suck the soul out of you,” Wooyoung said with a grin before crawling to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees. Yeosang snorted out a laugh, his nerves calmed for a second, until his heart rate jumped again at the feeling of Wooyoung’s tongue darting out to trace along the length of his shaft.

Yeosang’s head tipped back, a whimper escaping his throat. He tangled a hand in the sheets below him in preparation for what was to come, because that one touch was already the best thing he’d ever felt (besides the outline of Wooyoung’s cock underneath him when they made out earlier). 

Wooyoung looked up at Yeosang, smirking when he saw the older man’s state. He reached up to hold Yeosang’s other hand before closing his other in a fist with the thumb tucked in. 

Yeah, his past lovers may have liked the sound of him gagging, but that didn’t mean Wooyoung had any interest in doing it again. Not that Yeosang had to know that. 

Yeosang, surprised, nearly swatted away Wooyoung’s hand before realizing what he was trying to do. The moment of tenderness was shocking, still. He still was having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that yeah, Wooyoung wasn’t an entirely terrible person. But he was touched (and not just literally). Warmth spread over his face as his fingers entwined with Wooyoung’s, blushing even harder when the younger man winked up at him. 

“You ready?” Wooyoung asked.

“Y-yeah.”

Wooyoung didn’t say a word in response, or in warning, before sinking directly onto Yeosang’s cock. A long, loud moan tore itself from Yeosang’s throat, prompting Wooyoung to try and take him deeper. Yeosang let go of the sheets in order to thread his fingers through the younger’s hair, but gripped Wooyoung’s hand more tightly at the same time. Wooyoung hummed, sending shivers through Yeosang’s spine at the jolt of pleasure that results.

“Fuck, Wooyoung-”

Wooyoung lifted off of Yeosang with a soft pop, then used his free hand to wrap around his cock. He spat directly onto the tip, watching carefully as it dripped down the length of Yeosang’s shaft. Yeosang whimpered at the sight, hips jumping when Wooyoung’s hand began to move up and down. 

“Oh? You like that?” Wooyoung asked, an eyebrow raised. Yeosang nodded frantically, stuttering as he tried to respond.

“Can’t hear you, baby. Speak up for me?”

“F-faster. Please… it feels so g-good,” Yeosang whimpered, hips jumping again when Wooyoung squeezed a little bit. 

“As you wish.”

Wooyoung’s hand sped up as his mouth enveloped Yeosang’s tip again, another moan falling from his mouth. He sucked softly, a little bit harsher when they made eye contact, before lowering his hand towards the base and taking more of Yeosang’s cock into his mouth. He moaned, a bit of drool dripping down Yeosang as he did so, and took him even further in, hollowing his cheeks to coax another groan from Yeosang. 

“Wooyoung, fuck, feels so good. You’re making me feel so good,” Yeosang moaned, trying not to let his hips jump up too much. Another moan released from Wooyoung, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through Yeosang. He let go of the sheets to reach for Wooyoung’s hair, whimpering when the younger man moans again. 

“You going to cum for me?” asked Wooyoung, pulling off of Yeosang with another soft pop. Yeosang started frantically nodding again, and Wooyoung let go of him. A whine fell from Yeosang, who tried to reach for Wooyoung’s now free hand. 

“Not yet, pretty boy. I haven’t even started fucking you yet. Don’t you want to wait for that?”

Yeosang’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. Really, the thought of Wooyoung doing anything was getting him excited, but especially this new one. 

“Y-yes. I… I want to wait for that,” Yeosang said, trying not to whimper. Wooyoung smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against Yeosang’s thigh before climbing back onto the bed. 

“So. Did you decide?”

Yeosang blanked. Decide what…? he wondered, wracking his mind for whatever it was he was supposed to decide on.

“Do you want me to ride you or do you want to try another first…?” Wooyoung began, raising an eyebrow. Yeosang blushed, unsure of what to say.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t decide? Was my mouth just that good?” Wooyoung teased, rubbing Yeosang’s left arm. “That’s okay. Why don’t we save the next few firsts for next time?”

Next time…? Wasn’t this only supposed to be a one time thing? Yeosang, confused, looked up at Wooyoung. “I thought we were only… that this was just supposed to be this once…”

Wooyoung winced, looking a bit guilty at the strain of sadness in Yeosang’s voice. “It is… but I meant in general. The next time you find yourself having sex. I would love for your next person to be me, but you’re right, we did agree it would just be once. And for this one time, I want to pleasure you in a way that you’re comfortable with. I want you to enjoy this, forget that it’s only one time. I don’t want you to regret any of your firsts, so I’m doing preemptive damage control and only allowing one today. Maybe that’s too Good of me, but I care about you too much to be selfish.”

There they were again, both nearly crying from the reality of this situation. Yeosang took a deep breath, then pulled Wooyoung in for another kiss. It’s deeper, more intimate than the others, and they’re both gasping for air by the time they pull apart. 

“You’re right, we should enjoy this. I… I want you to feel good too. Will you be able to? If we skip the other first?” Yeosang whispered, looking up at Wooyoung through his lashes. The younger nearly whimpered at the sight, nodding before pulling him in for another, shorter kiss. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I will, baby. Don’t worry about me, just lay back and let me make you feel good. Can you pass me one of the condoms on the bedside table?” Wooyoung asked, gently pushing Yeosang back down against the pillows. He nodded, reaching for a foil packet and handing it to Wooyoung. Yeosang bit his lip as Wooyoung ripped open the packet with his teeth, letting his gaze wander over the red-haired man’s body while he dealt with the condom. His breath hitched as he took in every little thing, from the way Wooyoung’s skin rippled over his abs to the muscles of his arms. It could very well be the last time they saw each other like this, and Yeosang didn’t want to forget a single detail. 

“Ready?” Wooyoung asked, sliding the condom onto Yeosang after he nods. Yeosang whined, the feeling of Wooyoung’s hand on him again nearly too much after the build-up of anticipation. 

“Let me know if you want to stop, okay?”

“I won’t want t-to,” Yeosang said, pulling Wooyoung in to kiss him. He tilted his head to get a better angle, gasping when Wooyoung cupped his face and kissed him harshly. Soft moans fill the room as they keep kissing, mainly from Yeosang as he let Wooyoung take over. A whimper escaped him when Wooyoung’s tongue slips into his mouth, his hands moving to thread his fingers through the younger’s hair. Wooyoung explores Yeosang’s mouth very thoroughly, pulling him even closer to get a better angle and moaning when he feels Yeosang’s tongue brush against his. 

Reluctantly, the two broke apart to gasp for air, eyes meeting. 

“Okay, let’s do this,” Wooyoung said, then positioned himself above Yeosang. He slowly began to lower himself onto Yeosang’s cock, a soft moan escaping his lips once the older was inside of him. 

“Wait, wait, don’t you need to prep-”

“No, I’m okay. I’m definitely ready for this, Yeosang, don’t worry. Plus, I love feeling stretched like this. Feels so d-damn good,” Wooyoung said, caressing Yeosang’s arm to reassure him. Yeosang nods, whimpering as Wooyoung sunk lower.

Both of them were very vocal messes when Wooyoung finished hilting himself on Yeosang. Eyes closed and head thrown back, Wooyoung started bouncing almost as soon as he met Yeosang’s thighs, moaning loudly. 

“W-wooyoung… oh my God…” Yeosang moaned, reaching out to hold onto Wooyoung’s hips. 

“I know… Fuck you’re so big,” Wooyoung whimpered, hands planted on Yeosang’s chest. A yelp escaped Wooyoung when the angle changed, Yeosang’s cock rubbing against his prostate. Both of them moaned even louder, Yeosang pulling Wooyoung down to kiss him. It was barely a kiss, more just the two of them panting and gasping into each others’ mouths, but the intimacy was still there. 

Yeosang had never felt this good in his entire life. It was almost overwhelming, just having Wooyoung like this. Feeling Wooyoung on his cock, hands on his chest, being able to just touch Wooyoung… it was almost too much. It felt perfect. 

He didn’t even realize how close he was when he came, hips jumping as his cock twitched inside of Wooyoung. Nearly screaming, a loud moan tore from his throat and his back arched while his eyes closed. 

Wooyoung whined as he watched, bouncing harder while trying to reach his high. As soon as Yeosang’s climax ended, he reached out and wrapped a hand around the younger’s cock, stroking it in time with his bounces. Wooyoung moaned, loudly, and came on Yeosang’s chest, whining from overstimulation as Yeosang kept touching him. 

As the two of them came down, Wooyoung’s arms went weak and he collapsed onto Yeosang. The older man put his arms around Wooyoung, holding him close and trying to ignore the sticky cum between them. 

It was peaceful.

Wooyoung

He felt warm. Happy and content. He hadn’t felt that way in a while. Opening his eyes, he realized he’d fallen onto Yeosang, who was running his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. 

“Yeosang,” he whispered. The older man hummed in response.

“We should get you cleaned up.”

“Maybe,” Yeosang whispered. “But I want to just lay here with you. I like it here. I want to cuddle.”

The loving tone of his voice melted Wooyoung’s heart. It made him almost forget what their roles were, what they were supposed to become. Maybe he could ignore it a little bit longer.

“We can cuddle later. Let’s go shower first. The bathroom isn’t that far away,” he said, sitting up. Yeosang’s cock was still nestled inside of him, so he slowly rose on his knees to get up before helping Yeosang off the bed. 

Both of them stumbled towards the door, sheets wrapped around them to cover themselves without worrying about the hassle that was their clothing, discarding the condom in the trashcan on the way out. Wooyoung guided Yeosang to the bathroom, turning the water on before helping Yeosang out of the sheet. 

He’s so pretty, he thought. I want to keep him here. He didn’t dwell on those thoughts any longer, stepping under the water and pulling Yeosang in with him. 

The two of them showered in silence, save for Wooyoung’s soft, simple directions of “turn” and “eyes closed” while he washed Yeosang’s hair. He liked this. Liked the way Yeosang hummed happily, liked how close the older man was to him, liked when Yeosang leaned closer as Wooyoung pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek. 

He wished they could stay like this. 

“Youngie,” Yeosang mumbled, his face now buried against Wooyoung’s neck. “I wanna help you.”

“Help me?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yea. My head feels soft. Wanna make your head feel soft, too,” Yeosang mumbled again.

“Soft…?” Wooyoung asked, wondering if maybe Yeosang had slipped into sub space. He’d never been able to make someone do that before, and had no idea what to do. He began to panic a little bit, but his nerves immediately calmed when Yeosang reached for the shampoo bottle.

“Yeah… my hair’s wet, so I can’t tell too well, but it’s soft. I like. It feels good,” the older man mumbled again, opening the bottle. Wooyoung chuckled, then let Yeosang stand on his own. 

“Turn.”

Wooyoung turned.

“Eyes closed.”

His eyes closed. 

“Okay. Don’t fall over.”

“I’m not going to fall over, Yeosang.”

He really liked the feeling of Yeosang washing his hair. He nearly fell asleep, his worries melting away as he concentrated on Yeosang’s hands. 

They’d both really miss it when Yeosang had to go.

So that night, neither of them talked about it. They just held each other close, Yeosang cuddling against Wooyoung’s chest in a way that should have hurt but only made the younger smile. 

The rivalry would be a tomorrow problem. For now, they were just two people who loved each other. Even if that love shouldn’t have existed, it bound them to each other, and neither of them wanted to change that. 

To be continued…

7:38 PM

Pairing: Jongho x reader Genre: fluff, a bit of angst Word count: 383 Warnings: stressed!reader, mention of annoying coworker, bad weather, that’s all I think?

Rainwater drips down your face as you shut the door, entering your apartment. It had been a pretty sunny week, so you hadn’t brought an umbrella with you to work, but the weather took a turn for the worse when you drove home. It was pouring when you parked, so you had to carry your jacket over your head when you ran inside. Said jacket was now completely soaked through. 

You sigh, wiping the water off your forehead, only for more to drip down from your hair. You kick off your shoes and put them by the door, planning to take them outside to dry later when it was a little less rainy. Your cat comes over and winds around your legs as you hang up your jacket on the coat rack—you’ll take that outside later, too. You pick him up and kiss his forehead as he starts purring, seemingly unbothered by how drenched you are. 

Making your way to the kitchen, you hum when you see Jongho by the stove, cooking something. It smells like tomatoes, and you can see an open soup can next to the fridge. 

“Hi honey, dinner will be ready whenever you are. Did you have a good day?” your boyfriend says, turning to smile at you. 

Truth be told, your day was kind of terrible. You lost count of how many frantic emails you got about insurance renewals, your coworker was distracting you all day because she finally won her divorce case and wouldn’t stop bragging about it, your intern was sobbing for an hour because she got rejected from three grad schools in one day (thus distracting you further), and your lunch was stolen from the breakroom fridge. But seeing Jongho’s smile made all of those stresses disappear. 

“It went pretty well. This smells delicious, thank you for making it, honey. I’ll be ready soon,” you say, walking over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“That’s good. Let me know when you’re out, I’ll make grilled cheese to dip in the soup,” he says, kissing you in return. “Use one of my candles if you want.”

You chuckle inwardly; he could see right through you, and often let you use his candles whenever you were stressed.

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

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Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures 🗲♥ (Seokjin x reader) - part one | part ???

Fireworksverse 🗲♥✦ (Seonghwa x reader, San x Wooyoung) - Fireworks: I’m The One (For You) (🗲♥, Seonghwa x reader)

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Series: Fireworks: I’m The One (For You) (Seonghwa x reader) 🗲♥

Timestamps: 4:37 AM (Yunho x reader) ♥ 

Oneshots/drabbles: none yet!

Series: none yet!

Timestamps: 9:24 AM (Yeosang x reader) ♥ 10:44 AM (Yeosang x reader) ♥✦

Oneshots/drabbles: none yet!

Series: Auroraverse - A Royal Pain (Yeosang x Wooyoung) 🗲♥✦

Timestamps: 11:46 PM  ♥

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Series: none yet!

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can i claim an emoji? i want to be 🦞 (like yoongles lol)

HAHA YOONGLES I LOVE THAT

and yes you can be a lobster

do you also drop the cheesecake?

gen 3 or gen 4?

gen 5 stan sparkling.

idk i mean i like music across generations so i dont think i have a favorite one and i dont want to choose btwn 3 and 4 bc my ults are in both LOL

10:44 AM

Pairing: Yeosang x reader Genre: Fluff, a small amount of angst if you squint but mostly fluff Warnings: Mentions of lost friendships (not really though), mentions of awkward interactions. Word count: 589 Summary: You meet an old friend.

You almost couldn’t believe it. Seeing him, someone you haven’t seen in nearly five years, sitting right in front of the desk you’d planned to sit at. You’d heard that he was attending this school too, maybe even in the same program, but you didn’t think that he’d actually be in any of your classes. Let alone one of the core classes for your major.

It was… jarring, to say the least. But not unwelcome.

“Hey, stranger,” you say, sitting behind him. He turns around and blinks, eyes widening when he realizes who you are.

“Oh, yn! Hi! I had no idea you were here,” he says, blushing.

“Here as in this school or here as in this class or…?” you tease. He chuckles, then shrugs, indicating both. 

“Well, yep, I’m here. And now I’m sitting behind you.” “Yes, you are.”

A silence ensues, neither of you really knowing what to say. It had been a while. The last time you two really hung out was in freshman year of high school, and after that you only glanced at each other in the halls sometimes, saying hi in passing. You weren’t on unfriendly terms, not at all, just… unfamiliar ones now. 

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other,” he says, still blushing slightly. You grin and nod, about to verbally agree when the teacher walks in. He smiles politely and turns back to the front of the room.

It was a bit strange. You two knew so much about each other, since you had known each other since you were seven, but now felt like strangers. You knew what his favorite colors were over a span of seven years, how he liked his eggs, who he’d had a crush on at nine years old, his favorite teachers at thirteen, his first girlfriend at fourteen, and so much more. And he knew the same about you, though maybe a few different milestones. 

And yet, it felt like you knew nothing about each other.

Maybe the disconnect happened in freshman year, when he told you he was dating someone. He had been waiting for you for seven years, he had said, and couldn’t bear you not returning his feelings, so he started pursuing someone else. But you had secretly loved him that whole time, and told him as much. That was when the awkwardness began—he couldn’t just break up with his girlfriend, he loved her too. So you two hung out less and less, until you found yourselves with different friends and different loves. 

His hair had been blond at graduation, but it looks like he’s dyed it back to black. You continue to stare at the back of his head until he senses you and turns around, giving you a quizzical glance. You just smile and wink, mouthing the words “hi, Sangie” and waving your fingers slightly. He blushes slightly, mouthing a “hi, yn” before whipping around to face the front again.

A small, folded piece of paper is tossed onto your desk five minutes later. 

“There’s a boba place a few streets away from campus, want to check it out with me after class? 

<3, Sangie” it said.

You smile, remembering notes in a similar format from interactions in the past. You tap his shoulder three times, your code for “yes,” and sit back. 

You don’t know if it’s just a friendly hangout or a precursor to a date, but one thing is for sure: you have a feeling you’re going to really enjoy this class.

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I’m going to be writing a few drabbles, requests are open :) send through my ask box pls <3

genres/pairings i will write:

smut

fluff

angst

member x member

member x reader

solo member

groups/idols i will write for:

ATEEZ - all members

BTS - all members

SHINee - key, minho

Dreamcatcher - all members

TXT - all members

HI

to everyone who sent asks: thank you! i promise they haven’t been eaten, i just forgot to actually respond to them lol

will be posting responses in the next few days <3

Hi, do you write fantasy au?

while i haven't really ventured into it yet, i do have some fics planned that are fantasy aus :) so ig you could say i do

11:46 PM

Member: Wooyoung (ATEEZ)

Pairing: Wooyoung x gender neutral reader

Summary: A couple celebrating their anniversary

Warnings: None

WC: 168 (timestamp/drabble)

AU: non-idol au

Genre: fluff

There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky tonight. The stars looked especially bright, twinkling down at the two silhouettes on the hill. It was almost as if the night was as happy as they were.

Wooyoung pressed a kiss to yn’s forehead, then put his arm around their shoulders. They leaned in closer to him, closing their eyes and smiling. 

“Happy anniversary, Woo.”

“Happy anniversary, yn.”

The cupcake between them had a single candle in it, which had blown out a long time ago. They had time to eat it. They had all the time in the world to celebrate their relationship. It had been three years since they began seeing each other, and there were many more to come. So the cupcake stayed on the plate for now, with the candle flickering under the moonlight. 

The pair looked up at the stars and admired how pretty the sky looked. And the sky looked back down at them, admiring their love. 

All felt right with the world.

HYUN IS BACK?????

indeed i am 😎

idk if anyone remembers my fic Fireworks but I have some snippets/alternative perspectives that I cut from the first one... tempted to start posting them

like i wrote out how the human pyramid worked (spoiler: it didn't)