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Add on to this☝️this applies to Changbin, V, Joshua, and Hoshi, they’re just more bold about it.

Like it’s not “I think” with them, it’s “I know”

The type of guy to look through your photos and message you around 3 am saying:

“I think I have a crush on you”

Doesn’t matter if yall are pre-relationship, post relationship, or actively dating or married. He just needs to tell you how gorgeous he finds you. He needs you to know that you constantly give him butterflies. He’s absolutely whipped.

-Mingi, Yunho, DK, Wonwoo, Scoups, Soobin, Mingyu, Han, Hyunjin, Wooyoung, Bangchan, Jungkook, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jongho, Hongjoong

This is basically what Hongjoongs new song is about

Who’s K-pop’s biggest lover boy and why is it Christopher Bangchan?

yangyang in a big oversized hoodie and tickling you in bed <333333

the two of you giggling then he eventually stops and falls beside you. you sigh in relief and he turns to face you. he looks at you with his big eyes in admiration and hugs your waist. then the both of you fall asleep warm in each other’s arms. 

sweater

warnings: sub!idol, boob sucking lol, fluffy content 

synopsis: renjun wants your attention but just decides to settle his head under your sweater UNEDITED

sub!renjun content yes sirr 

“stop touching me,” you push renjun’s hand off your shoulder. 

“well then give me attention,” he frowned, hands playing with the long sleeves of his fluffy sweater. he was sitting in a W position on the bed beside you and watched you scroll through an assignment. 

“later, i need to do work right now,” you huffed. he frowned once again and laid down beside you. you ignored him and focused on reading the over-complicated directions for your assignment. 

renjun draped his leg over yours and wrapped his tiny arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into the warmth of your sweater. after a couple minutes, he had an idea. 

he snuck his hands under your sweater, still not letting out even a peep of sound. you noticed his movement but you were still focused on writing, so you ignored it. 

his hands roamed around your stomach, eventually finding your boobs, which didn’t have a bra covering them. he bit his lip in excitement. he attached his lips to your left nipple, gently fondling with the right. you let out a small gasp of surprise, feeling the weird sensation. 

“renjun, stop it”  you warned him. 

“just keep working, don’t mind me” 

“i-” you were about to scold him again but you sighed, giving up and continuing to write formulas on your iPad. 

wrapped in a thick soft blanket, under your sweater, and playing with your boobs? renjun could never think of a better combination. he buried his head underneath your sweater, lazily sucking and kissing your breasts. you would be lying if you said you hated the feeling. 

about an hour after, you finally finished your assignment. you clicked the blue button to submit and sighed in relief. you put down your iPad and looked down to see what renjun was doing now. 

you lifted up your sweater a bit to see renjun, in a deep sleep, head buried in your chest. his blanket was wrapped around his face, making you smile at his cuteness. you left a smooch on his head and adjusted your position carefully to join him in his nap. 

hiii <3

welcome to my page! here’s some information:

you can call me mirae :]

dom + sub reader fics and blurbs 

i write smut and fluff (i love angst but im so bad at writing it lol)

i don’t accept fanfiction requests at the moment :((

some groups I write about: 

ateez, stray kids, cix, bts, nct, wanna one (ik theyre disbanded shut up), x1 (ik theyre disbanded dont make me cry), enhypen, txt, and more if i feel like it lol 

MASTERLIST

anons:

🗿anon, 🎬 anon, 🐉 anon, 👩‍🦲anon, 🐺 anon, 🍒anon, 🌽 anon

currently thinking…

poly relationship with a soft golden retriever boyfriend thats a hard dom and a stern stoic kind of boyfriend thats a soft dom 😥😥

and PLEASE let me know who you think would fit these roles!!!

so the golden retriever boyfriend wears oversized sweatshirts and cute beanies. i would describe his style as the typical trendy boy fits w like the sweatshirt and dickies pants.

he smiles a lot and surprises you with little gifts. and ooooooo lawd he’s big on physical touch. he always needs to hold your hand or give you a backhug with his head laying on ur shoulder. his personality contrasts his tall and big stature. he likes taking you on picnics or staying at home to watch movies and eat pizza. he’s not the best at cooking, because his clumsiness messes him up every time. but he is good at other things like playing and caring for children, and ARTT!! i totally imagine golden retriever bfs as artists.

anyways nsfw, his usual personality is completely different from his bed personality 😈😈 rather than slow and romantic, he prefers fast and rough. his thrusts are deep and rapid, while he chokes you in missionary. typically he isn’t one to curse a lot, but his bad mouth runs on and on during sex

“you’re mine, you fucking slut..” he whispers in your ear as he pulls your hair, staring at your reflection in the mirror as he fucks you in doggy.

and dont even get me started on angry sex LAWDDDD just imagine yall at a party, and he sees you laughing and dancing with a man he knows is clearly interested in you. he walks up to you to, showing off his pretty smile, greeting a few familiar people on the way. he kindly greets your friend before gently holding your hand and bringing you to the restroom, and his WHOLE demeanor changes. he pins you up against the wall , intimidatingly staring down at you.

“what the fuck was that, huh?” he roughly slaps your ass. he demands you to strip and you immediately do so. he fucks you until you can’t even remember where you’re at. mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick stained, clothes ruined.

then when you two walk out he’s all like “😇😇 hi everyone how yall doin”

now for emo boyfriend 😄😄😄😄

he wears black of course, kind of like jungkook style with the combat boots. he has some kind of piercing, maybe a lip piercing and an eyebrow piercing…or a nipple piercing 😛😛😛😛 and lawd dont even get me started on the tattoos… im imagining a tattoo sleeve on his arm, some on his titties lol, collarbone, back, vline(!!!), wherever tbh.

his idea of dates are usually him spoiling you. make it sugar daddy… but emo 🤪 rather than the “hey this reminds me of you” type of gifts, he just spoils you with anything that you look at for more than 5 seconds.

but that doesn’t mean he isn’t thoughtful. DEFINITELY not. in fact, he knows the smallest details about you. he knows that you don’t like wearing sneakers with dresses, he knows you prefer red apples instead of green apples, he knows that you dislike having dark colors on your nails, he knows everything.

he definitely cooks well. cause sexy men cook well. hes not that outgoing, he doesn’t talk a lot, but you know that he still loves you so much. he has the cutest smile and laugh. basically the embodiment of a tsundere.

nsfw…im drooling. when sexy time comes, he treats you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. his thrusts are slow and deep, hitting the exact spot that makes you crumble. he caresses your breasts and places gentle kisses on your jawline. he whispers “you’re so perfect” as his hands roam all around your body, feeling every inch of your perfection. his hands make you feel like jelly. your little whimpers turn him on which causes him to thrust faster as both of you approach your high. he keeps intense romantic eyecontact the whole time.

aftercare w this man is the best. like he sets up a nice bath w a candle and everything. he cleans you up and caresses your cheek, letting you know how well you did for him. i just know for sure this man gives great cuddles too.

now a threesome… yall im abt to faint.

mr. golden retriever is grabbing your hair, using your mouth to satisfy his hard glock glock 300 while mr. emo is tenderly caressing you as he takes you doggy style. he whispers praises while the other degrades you, the perfect balance.

OK BUT IMAGINE MR GOLDEN RETRIEVER BEING A SWITCH FOR MR EMO?!?!?!??! im having so many ideas rn:

mr golden retriever may be a tough boi in bed, but mr emo’s sweet demeanor just makes him melt into a puddle. now mr emo is still gentle with him, but every now and then he whispers “my little dirty slut”

now mr golden retriver can be a brat sometimes. and when he ticks off mr emo, hes in for a LONG ride. now he may be the gentle soft dom, but he can be rough when he wants. very rough. im talking bdsm chains, ropes, vibrators, ORGASM DENIAL!! but luckily, since you’re such a good girl, youve never received a punishment before😉😉😉

now lemme know who yall r imagining w this 🤪🤨

THE CASTLE

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

📝Summary:

A resting time becomes a game of seduction that has you almost wanting to crawl walls.

✏️Genre/au: Canon, Romance, Smut, Married life, Idol x readed

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 3005

⚠️Warnings: Smut, explicit smut, breeding kink, trying to conceive, frustrating seduction

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You look at yourself with the inner camera of your phone as you apply some colour at the center of your lips to make them look more appealing while lying on the fake grey, fur carpet, next to the crackling fireplace. You lean slightly on your side to show off he curve of your hips as you dab on the lipstick accurately, then lean back on your belly and bounce your feet, crossed at the ankles, knowing his full attention is on you. His white tee pressed over your curves in that position, being all you are wearing over the intricate grey set of lingerie that he gifted you randomly before the trip, probably the ones to blame for keeping him focused.

Still, you don’t look at him.

There's no need to. You know he’s sitting with one leg over the other, with a neutral demeanour, those big eyes perceiving your every move. The tension, a vibrating danger in the dead silence room, only interrupted by the background sound of the fire and the metallic sound of a spoon repeatedly hitting the walls of the ceramic cup he holds in his hands, is making your body stay on alert. 

You know he won't move; not yet. But your awareness of your surroundings makes you sensitive to each one of his slight movements. 

Through the corner of your eye, you catch the image of him sitting down on one of the plain upholstery, nineteenth-century chairs about eight feet away from you. He is dressed in tight-fitted black trousers and a combo of patterned, loose-fit shirts inspired by the 00s with an open chest and a matching hairband from the 60s or 70s, keeping his hair away from his face. Even with that slight glimpse, he’s breathtaking and your skin sizzles.

You thank the stylist for her pick of a mullet for his black hair, this time. He looks stunning with any change but black makes him look especially good, more intense and mysterious. Just as if his unpredictable personality could get accentuated by the shade of his hair.

The power he’s letting you hold over him at this very moment is also kind of unexpected. But, he knows you’ve earned a little teasing revenge after all he’s been doing to you since you’ve arrived at the castle-looking cottage. 

For things like his hands roaming over your body, pressing his hardness against your sweet cheeks or one of your thighs, without moving, but still tormenting you in your sleep. Staying there, until the whole sexual energy emanating from him wakes you up; only to leave as soon as your lashes flutter and your eyes slowly open to chase his retreating figure.

Maybe, for cornering you around the house, acting as if he wants to kiss you but he then turns and leaves without a word. Or when he makes you sit on counters, bureaus or tables to tease with his hands underneath your clothes, only to inspect and acknowledge which set of lingerie you were hiding. 

Or the cherry on top, when this morning he has imprisoned you against the kitchen counter as you prepared some rolls for lunch, pressing his hard-on against your ass, once more making your body ache. Finally managing to surrender your cool with you abandoning your task, rolling your hips against his body to create as much friction as possible. And your hands still dusted on flour, undoing the front buttons of your dress to reveal your underwear; a satin purple set that he normally can’t resist.

Your need leads you to take his hands away from the counter and place them over your boobs, causing him to lose his breath and involuntarily close them to feel the breasts, noticing the fabric of the only set you have in that material. Without ignoring it but not letting your pride feel satisfied with it, you've made him explore, guiding his hands over your ribs and waist until he finds your pelvic area, sliding one of them over your core to indirectly ask him to claim it. This time, a low grunt has escaped his throat and you’ve thought you got him. 

His hands have gone up your waist, bending you over the counter while grinding against your covered core from behind. Low sounds still coming from him, making you want him so badly that you moan in need yourself; you really thought you did. Not giving a damn about the rolls, that surely were going to get ruined if he was to take you in that position, all you have been able to think of was him taking you right there and then. 

Against your deepest desires, he’s done exactly the same as he has since you arrived. He leaves while taking a deep breath and pushing his hair backwards. Without even looking back; enraging you, frustrating you.

It feels like a bad joke that he rented a whole damn look-alike castle for a week to be alone and play you around, instead of fucking you in every room possible. Yet, he has been acting like that for the length of four days during the time he hasn't been working, only stirring your unwillingness to beg and it's exasperating. So you have decided to make him pay. 

You’ve waken up this morning with a mission. You’ve waved him goodbye through the open door as he went inside the car and as soon as you’ve closed the door behind yourself with a huff of air, you’ve run upstairs. You’ve taken a short shower with cold water to help your skin stay tight and give a boost to your boobs. After using hydrating products for your body and face, you have sat in front of the vanity completely naked. You’ve used the most fainted make-up possible and done your hair using its natural form with products that make it shine bright under the light of the fire. You know after working on yourself for the almost two of the three hours he’s been out you look at the level of a goddess.

You’ve also had time to prepare his favourite cocoa and left it on one of the adorned jars provided in the kitchen with its lit, over a silver tray, right next to where he’s sitting before he messaged you that he was coming back. However, before he’s gotten to this side of the cottage, you’ve had him following notes from the entrance, showing him around the house with a trail of candles; leaving your clean underwear visible with the drawer open, in your room. You've taken your sweet time placing them to guide him to this spot and to find you here, on the floor, ignoring him.

Done with the waiting, that still feels eternal, you throw the lipstick away and lick your finger to clean it up seductively, then roll to your back looking at your phone above you. You know how tempting you look and extending your arms to the sides, you let the phone fall from your grasp with a sigh before you turn around again; upper weight on your elbows and hands locked together as you let the side of your head lean on them while looking down. You let a few seconds pass by, flicker your lashes and take a deep breath before looking up at him in that almost innocent pose. 

He puts his cup aside immediately and you know you’ve won.

Ceremoniously, like stretching you get on your hands and knees to crawl to him, feeling like a panther. His head go slightly backwards and his Adam’s apple moves up and down, letting you know you hold as much power over him as you feel you do.

As you reach him, you put your hands over his knees going slowly up as he leans toward for a kiss but your chin goes down opening your eyes before he reaches you, making him open his too, surprised. A dark look in them calls a warning on your behaviour, yet you tease him once again acting as if you were going to kiss him, closing your eyes and then moving away the moment they are about to touch. 

Fed up he grabs your face with both hands and kisses you fiercely, his tongue sliding into your mouth very fast when you gasp, making yours surrender. You lose your breath and he uses your moment of weakness to lower you to the floor, leaning over you with his hands at the sides of your shoulders. 

When his mouth goes down your chin and he allows his weight over your body, leaning his forearms above your head, you gasp for air; aching for his ministrations, breath soon turning into moans as he nibbles on your jawline and kisses your neck wetly, open-mouthed. By the time he grinds, you're already a mess and a high-pitched, low-voiced moan escapes the back of your throat.

"You look so beautiful like this," he whispers into the crook of your neck while a hand makes its way through your body and pushes up the shirt before leaning back a little bit to see what you're wearing. That same hand massages your boob on that side while he grinds on you repeatedly, while making push-like grunts, playfully. "Makes me... want to... be inside... of you… so bad..." 

With your hands, you reach in between your bodies and unbuckle his belt. "Do it…" you demand, against his ear. Then you feel his hand trace your waist from the ribs to the hips before it reaches to grab your shameless one and pin it at the wrist above your head, putting his weight on the elbow as he moves his other arm to do the same with the other. He keeps both your hands there with the left, while the right moves between your bodies to end what you started as he hums to every movement playfully against your ear and you can feel his eyes on you during the process.

With that, he leans against your core. The skin of your thighs raising goosebumps at the touch of his bare manhood. You spread wider involuntarily and you feel his wide smirk against your jaw before he starts kissing and biting your neck again. His hand then reaches to your covered core, a smirk never leaving his lips.

"So wet…” he whispers with a raspy tone. “it has transferred…” then points out, satisfied. “Hmmm… so mine…" he says before love-biting your neck. But the roll of your hips up against his hand to feel a little relief stops erases his smirk and he scolds. "Patience…" he says in a low tone as if bothered, warning you.

"Patience??" you fight back underneath him, he leans backwards to look at you darkly. "Four days-!" you start but can't continue as you feel him pulling your underwear from the middle to the side and his member intrude past your entrance, making you gasp.

Even with how wet you are, it stings a little but the delight of his form pressed against your walls numbs it. His eyes closing as he slides inside, lips parting, feeling you with his body, it's a sight that fills you and hits somewhere in your ego. The way he leans his body against yours, using the contact as a stimulus, while feeling every little detail of you with his form stretching your inner muscles with its thickness, a bliss.

His knowledge of you, very well played, as he pushes himself to reach the edge of your body, making you speak. "Taehyung…"

His efforts then are put against your throat as he tries to calm himself down from the peak that those four days have made him reach so quickly. He's had to hold himself back from fucking the life out of you with every breath you took around him during those days and it’s not been easy. It was as if he was not only aware of the days that were getting near but also sensing them like a wolf scenting his female’s heat. 

His wish to be a dad had been the reason for him to rent the luxury home, out of the hotel, away from the members, just for the two of you to have some time out of your stressful lives and give yourselves a better chance to conceive. He'd been looking at your period app to know your fertile days since you two talked about starting to try for a baby, but despite his effort to be especially enthusiastic during those times, within six months nothing has happened yet. 

He takes one deep breath before he starts to move inside of you and your hips go up involuntarily to ease his access, eager to let him do fill you to the brim. With his arms holding his weight above your head, he kisses you as he moves inside, every time more intensely as he tries to figure out the right pace for you but soon loses control over himself with the moans escaping your mouth to his. He groans in frustration, taking a little pause breathing in and out, trying to get his head somewhere else, away from the idiotising sensitivity of his member being wrapped around by your walls.

When he starts to move again, your body feels powerful underneath him as his shaft moves in and out of your body but at the same time, his size makes you feel fragile, as if he could split you in two through the pressure. His sweetened mouth plays an extra to your senses, making your eyes stay closed involuntarily, overwhelmed, as your mind tries to process it all. 

As he separates his lips from yours, you can't avoid opening your eyes and looking down the way his tummy is against yours, preventing you from seeing the union but as he notices you peeking down, he raises slightly to let you see; noticing the way you bite your lower lip at the sight. 

“Kinky…” he whispers in your ear as he smoothly leans over you again, pushing harder inside of you. You can feel his smirk in his words against the skin of your cheek and your whole face tingles. 

With your hands still above your head, you feel a vulnerability that’s addictive with him. You’ve learned some of his patterns but sex always seems like a brand new thing when he decides to be especially dominant. And even with his thrusts being slow, the intensity put into them makes you gasp little moans.  Both his hands take each wrist and he puts them at the side of your head, using his forearm to hold his weight as he pushes as further, as deep as he can. 

“Tae-” you say, after a low moan that you tried to muffle by closing your mouth.

“Hm-” he mutters in your ear, letting the need of you breathe out his tone. Both of you with your eyes closed, only allowing yourselves to feel. “Fuck-” Blinded by the lust, he pushes himself inside of you fiercely, catching a pace, and you moan again, almost letting your body limp to the sensation. 

“Tae…” you mutter between his pounding, reassuring him.

Once more his head hides in the crook of your neck, while burying himself deep in your core repeatedly with a low set of grunts, you start moaning open-mouthed, motivating him to hit your spot more precisely and make you reach your end. He kisses you, pulling your lower lip as he keeps his agonizing pace, making you wrap your legs around his waist since you can’t hug him; the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room. His lips move down to your throat again, marking a hickey on it and your collarbones, making you press your eyes tight by the little sting. He stops doing it but his lips are part against your skin, raising your awareness of his gaze from underneath, as if expecting something. 

You know the kind of look he must have because it’s stuck in your memory like a piece of art. He suddenly locks any space left between your bodies letting your wrists go and putting his arms above your head as his hips keep colliding against yours with a precision that overwhelms you; having to put your hands on his back and shoulders from underneath as a response, to take hold as you feel like falling.

Like breaking you from inside, taking your breath away making your eyes grow wide, it hits. For how much he knows the way your body reacts when you're unravelled, he sets himself loose and keeps thrusting in you without holding his own release back; really needing it. Hopes put on his aim.

When your orgasm's pleasure decreases, you ease his efforts by raising your hips and latching a leg over the back of his thighs; making him show his teeth completely lost on his effort and his desire, a sudden slow down on his pace and a warmer sensation inside of you being self-explanatory. His thrusts turn deep and precise, making you feel him at your cervix while his seed spills directly into your womb. 

You hug him tightly, kissing his neck and jaw lovingly even when he stops moving; unwilling to get out and off of you, he caresses your thigh and kisses your forehead, with the same sentiment. 

After a couple minutes, he allows himself to fall at your side but drags you with him making you lie down next to him over the fluffy carpet, with one leg over his hip after he pulls up his underwear. A shower would do both of you some good but the sound of his breath and his heart through his chest to your ear is soothing; the touch of your hair against his long beautiful fingers tricks him into slumber too. 

In your dreams you see a white tiger leave a yellow pumpkin in front of you before he sits to be patted.

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LETS NOT GET CAUGHT ★ huh yunjin smau

★ pairings: idol!yunjin x idol fem!reader

★ synopsis: yn, a fifth member of aespa who so happens to have the biggest crush on lesserafims yunjin. during aespas mama performance, yunjin just so happens to notice yns charms…

★ featuring idols: chaewon(lsrfm) , sakura(lsrfm) , kazuha (lsrfm) eunchae (lsrfm) , karina (aespa) , giselle(aespa) , winter(aespa) , ningning(aespa)

★ genre: smau , wlw , idolxidol , strangers 2 lovers? (not rlly) , crack

★ status: completed!

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You're Mine (Vol.7)- Cherry panties (Vol.9)

The beautiful choirs of the morning birds woke the sleepy individuals spread about the living room. Today is a special day. It's the day where BTS is no longer idols for a day but ordinary people, yep, which means no dispatch, no dance rehearsals, practice-nothing!

It's a BTS field day.

“Where should we go today?”

Namjoon had his heart set on the newly built library for some time now. However, Yoongi was in dire need of whiskey (He's on his last bottle.), Hoseok wanted to check the market, Seokjin heard there's a delicious buffet nearby, Taehyung and Jimin saw an old-fashioned arcade a little way from here, and Jungkook-

?...Jungkook?

The bunny stared off into space...which is nothing out of the ordinary but usually, He looks up at the ceiling, yet this time his doe eyes never left the staircase.

“Do you think she's awake?” He asked softly.

Hoseok groaned. “ He's a lost cause.”

“He’s always been one, to be fair,” Yoongi mumbled, snipping his coffee.

Jimin throws a suggestion. “ There's a local picnic area- I saw it when we arrived here. How about a picnic?”

The idea wasn't half bad; as a matter of fact, The plan for the evening was already in motion. Jin handled the food, Namjoon took the opportunity to check out the novel he had his heart set on, Yoongi aided Jin,

Hoseok rounded up all the entertainment while putting his faith in the two youngest to follow his direction keep guard on Jungkook.

“Is Yn coming along?” Jin asked. “ If so, I'm making desserts too. She will love my dasiks.” Jin sort of relishes having you as a house guest; You are positively the most adorable person he's ever laid eyes on Beside himself. Your eyes light up when you try something new, and you make cute noises and dance a little when you taste his food.

“Right. Umm-Jimin wouldn't mind heading up there and asking her?” Hoseok needed an extra head packing the car. “Hey, Jungkook, Help me carry this food to the car.”

Obstinately, JungKook assisted his hyung, and Jimin made his way upstairs.

Always remembering minding his manners, Jimin knocked first. “ Come in.” You were utterly breathtaking like the night before; You were wearing a floral design dress that flattered your chubby curves and heeled sandals that made you eye height with Jimin. “ I'm sorry If I'm too flashy. I have never seen such nice clothes-”

“ You look amazing.” Jimin blurted.

“Aww, That's sweet of you to think so.”

“I’m guessing you heard us from downstairs. Well-Ugh, We are ready when you are.” Jimin was a giggling mess; He cursed himself, feeling the temperature on his face surge the more you stared at him; he then gave awkward thumbs up before booking downstairs to relay the message to Hyung.

The returning sound of footsteps made you giggle. “Did you forget about something-?” You turned around to find Jungkook; you quite harshly shooed him away. “Oh, It's you.” You shunned him. “Get lost, Bunny boy, before I tell Jin.”

Even with a loaded threat, Jungkook leaned against the door frame, holding a lovey-dovey twinkle in his eyes even with a laden threat. He didn't intend on staying long.

“Good Morning.” He smiled, retrieving his jacket then returning to his hyungs.

“Good Morning?”

.....

This morning is more than bizarre. Jungkook isn't a giggling mess at the sign of you. Instead, he’s been pretty well-behaved...Why?. You can't help but think Jungkook is hatching a plot to get you alone to himself-

“ I think this is a perfect spot.” Having the opinion of the grass or a table, Jimin chose the table.

While the boys set up the picnic, you settled at a different table to not arouse suspicion you’re with them to potential ‘Army.’

“Hello.”

You look up to a handsome man greeting you. “ Oh, Hello”

“May I sit here?” There are a lot of open picnic tables, but there is no harm in sharing your table.

“Of course.” You offer some room, yet the skin to skin contact is inevitable.

"Ha-Jun" He offered you a friendly shake.

“Oh, I’m Yn.” You politely shook his hand. You clear your throat at the awkward silence between the two of you. His hands are big.

“Are you from around here?”

“No-I’m just um visiting. It’s so beautiful here.” More like being held hostage.

“ I assume so-You’re beauty is quite otherworldly.” Ha-Jun beamed at the heat steaming off your face.

“Oh-ha ha, I um thank you.” You could have sworn it was supposed to be a cool day, yet it’s grown hot all of a sudden.

“Jungkook, Come help start the fire. I wasted my faith in Hoseok; whenever the fire flare-up, He ends up running away from it. Please help, or we will never get to roast marshmallows.” Yoongi begged, but Jungkook didn’t hear him.

His Jealousy was much louder.

“Kookie, What’s wrong, boy?” Taehyung teased, speaking to Jungkook as if he were a dog. Taehyung solved the puzzle when he finally tracked Jungkook’s stare. “Oh boy.”

Like Clockwork, Jimin joined in on the peep show bringing three curious hyungs with them, leaving Yoongi alone as if he gives a damn.

“I’m sorry if I’m being nosey, but why are you here alone?” He sighed before adding a follow-up comment. “ It’s much nicer with someone to keep you company.”

You chuckled. “An Introvert like myself would say otherwise. I enjoy my own company.”

Ha-Jun has taken back..a little that is-Never has he met a woman with a quick tongue; most of them just giggle away. “Ah, you’re an introvert; huh, then you know what we extroverts love to do?”

“Kidnap you.” He answered, Standing up and gently taking your hand, bringing you up to your feet. “ And I know just where I am taking you. A lovely noodle shop.”

This is the part where you snatch your hand away and say-

“Ooh! I always wanted to try black noodles!”

Wait What!? Jungkook’s eyes widen twice their size. As he watched you run off with another man.

Jin returned after giving a closer view.

“When did you leave?” Hobi observed Jin hiking back up to their picnic spot.

Jin was verbally about his exciting discovery. “ Woah! He’s that handsome actor from the new drama; everyone’s raving. Um-Bad and Crazy?”

“ Wi Ha-Joon?!” The two youngest swarmed the oldest. “ Calling him handsome is an understatement,” Jimin added as Taehyung nodded to his preaching.

Outside the fanboy circle, Jungkook studied where you once sat. What did he have that Jungkook didn’t? Muscles? He’s ripped from head to toe. A pretty smile? Army loves his bunny teeth. Style? Everything he wears becomes iconic and sells out in seconds. Attractiveness? Please! Have you seen him on the cover of Vogue?!

The mystery made him itch…badly.

……

Sharing a meal with a handsome stranger was never on your bucket list, yet you are here. To make matters even weirder, People can’t keep their eyes off the two of you, but as much as you guys laughed and ate, you hardly noticed until Wa-Joon’s phone lit up via messenger.

He nearly chokes on his fourth bowl after seeing the time. “ I was supposed to be back on set an hour ago!”

Your eyes widen, looking at the orange sky. “ Oh no!” All you could think about is the boys; they must be worried sick.

Wa-Joon paid for your meal and took off again with your hand in his, assuming you wanted to tag along, but to his dismay, you squeaked out a “ Wait.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” He was embarrassed, dragging you around like a ragdoll. “I didn’t want this day to end so early.”

His puppy eyes made your heart ping. “ As much as I would like to come with you. I have to get home-...My brothers are probably looking for me.”

“Do you want me to walk you back?”

Goodness, He’s a sweetie. “ No-No, You’re already late because of me.”

He humbly smiled, denying you for blaming yourself. Ha-Joon ran off, waving goodbye until he was out of sight.

Staring out into a sunset so pretty, You decided to take the detour back to the park. Your heels clicked against the pavement; You found yourself falling head over heels for wherever you were.

The streets were laced with beautiful lights and decorations enjoyed by the lovely couples under the falling sun. “Flower’s Park.” The park lived up to its name, nothing but gorgeous flowers from here on through.

A pristine paradise like this would be an old wive’s tail. There are very few places in America that maintain cleanness; however, they couldn’t hold a candle to this paradise-

“Pretty!” A flushed face girl hiccuped her way to you; she stuttered, stumbled off her feet and onto you. “You’re a foreigner! We don’t see foreigners as pretty as you in this part of town.” She giggled

She would know about pretty; her looks resemble a doll. Perfection.

“Hey?! You're not screaming when you see me.-You don’t know me?” She squeaked, becoming more and more excited to have the pleasure of meeting you by the minute. “ If that’s your case, I’m Jennie.”

“Jennie.” You repeated with an inviting smile. “I’m Yn.”

“Your outfit is the cutest. Where did you get it?”

Truth be told. This is one of the outfits Jungkook bought you. “ This old thing, I can’t remember if I tried.” You tittered. “But I’m sure it would look better on you.”

“We both would look amazing.” Jennie sassed playfully.

“Jennie!”

“Why is she so fast when she’s drunk?”

Three other gorgeous girls chased behind Jennie.

“Rose, Lisa, and Jisoo!” Jennie cheered, but the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Shh! Come on, Jennie, we’ve been looking for you. Let’s go.”

One of the three peeled Jennie off your side just for her to yank away and return to your side, this time cuddling you in her arms.

She makes a pretty pout. “That’s rude; She’s-Yn’s my new friend. I’m not going unless I can take her with us.”

Obviously, There was no way in hell they were going to let a complete stranger join-

“Fine, but We have to hurry up. We only have a few hours of free time before heading to rehearsal.”

“Yay! Let’s go.” Jennie snatched your arm while running off.

…..

Damn it, Where is she?! Jungkook searched high and low to no avail. Sunlight was limited, and you were nowhere to be found. It felt like his brain was splitting in half; the thought of you being with someone or alone was unbearable.

“ I’m in the mood for dancin’, romantic’' You sang and danced to your heart's desire, drunk on euphoria and-soju. “ Ooh, I'm givin’ it all tonight.” You pressed pause when your favorite bunny came into your peripheral vision. “Kookie!”

You rushed into his arms, giggling up a storm as you laced your arms around his neck. “ I love this song! Come dance with me!” You pulled and tugged, but Jungkook didn't budge.

Jungkook's heart thumped through his shirt. He was three notches from exposing himself just to kiss those plump ruby lips of yours; instead, he hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Whoa!” You hiccuped. “ Oh, Kookie, We’re leaving already? Bye Jennie. Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“I missed you, Kookie.” Your lips pecked Jungkook's temple.

You were drunk out of your mind; He was well aware you would never speak this way if you were sober, but a thought popped up. Alcohol only helps people say what they are genuinely feeling, right?! Does this mean you've been lying to his face the whole time?

He chuckled, stroking the back of your thighs. “I missed you too, My Little Liar.”

神花 ✷ ─── LISTA DE LEITURA ! 🗒 [ .. ]

Ateez

s. mingi. ✷ drive-in; smut;

escrevendo . . .

BTS

k. taehyung. ✷ br!au. viciado em você; smut;

Enhypen

l. heeseung. ✷ collateral damage; smut;

escrevendo . . .

p. sunghoon. ✷ when the sun goes down; fluff;

escrevendo . . .

s. jake. ✷ end of time; angst﹠smut;

escrevendo . . .

EXO

k. jongin. ✷ checkmate; angst﹠smut;

escrevendo . . .

NCT

d. sicheng. ✷ dias chuvosos; fluff;

escrevendo . . .

l. chittaphon. ✷ in the dark; smut;

escrevendo . . .

l. donghyuck. ✷ reminiscência; smut;

escrevendo . . .

j. jaehyun. ✷ garden of fools; angst﹠smut;

escrevendo . . .

n. jaemin. ✷ more than friends?; smut;

escrevendo . . .

x. dejun. ✷ call out my name; smut;

escrevendo . . .

P1harmony

y. keeho. ✷ karma; smut;

escrevendo . . .

Riize

l. anton. ✷ kiss me; fluff;

escrevendo . . .

p. wonbin. ✷ love station; fluff;

escrevendo . . .

Seventeen

h. joshua. ✷ br!au. resonance of the sea; smut;

escrevendo . . .

k. mingyu. ͏͏͏͏͏͏✷͏͏ br!au. verão brasileiro; smut;

escrevendo . . .

k. soonyoung. ✷ without you; angst﹠smut;

escrevendo . . .

x. minghao. ✷ aquarela; fluff﹠sugestivo;

escrevendo . . .

Stray Kids

l. know. ✷ path of the stars; fluff;

escrevendo . . .

The Boyz

l. juyeon. ✷ stupid cupid; fluff﹠sugestivo;

escrevendo . . .

Tomorrow x Together

c. beomgyu. ✷ when the sun goes down; fluff;

escrevendo . . .

c. soobin. ✷ estações; fluff;

escrevendo . . .

Zerobaseone

p. gunwook.﹠s. matthew. ✷ efeito dominó; fluff﹠sugestivo;

escrevendo . . .

ricky. ✷ blind pass; smut;

escrevendo . . .

( boto fé que um dia isso tudo sai )

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NAY. ㅤDEZENOVE. ㅤELA/DELA.ㅤ INFP.ㅤUSUÁRIA CRÔNICA DE CAFÉ. ㅤESCRITORA AMADORA.ㅤ SP. ( Os pedidos estão abertos! )

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expect the unexpected - myg - os

pairings : idol! myg x bartender! reader

sypnosis: meeting an idol at a bar as a bartender? Especially the fact that it was your favourite idol, was definitely was not in your expectations, knowing well the media is all around you both.

word count: 5k+

contents/warnings: smut, ykyk, idol x fan, s2l, fast burn or whatever u call it, unprotected sxx, public media hate?, full of suprises, pwp, oral(fem recieving), slight tit play,

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The pounding bass of the club reverberated through my chest as I worked my way behind the bar, pouring drinks with precision and a smile, despite how tired I was feeling. The club was packed tonight, bodies swaying under neon lights, laughter and chatter mixing with the pulsing music. It was another typical Friday night, one where I’d usually lose myself in the rhythm of the job, letting the hustle and bustle distract me from anything going on in my personal life.

But tonight, something felt different. There was an odd tension in the air, or maybe it was just my own nerves after hearing earlier in the day that there was going to be a high-profile guest at the club. I didn’t know who it would be, but the manager had warned us to be on our best behavior. I usually was, but the anticipation had been gnawing at me all evening, especially as the hours ticked closer to closing time.

I wiped down the counter for the hundredth time that night, glancing at the crowd every now and then, hoping to spot the mystery guest. Maybe it would be someone cool, like an actor or a famous DJ. Little did I know, my whole world was about to shift in the next few minutes.

The door opened, and I noticed someone walk in, but it wasn’t just anyone. It was him.

Min Yoongi.

My heart skipped a beat, then pounded furiously in my chest. Oh my god, it’s really him. Min Yoongi, the man I’d admired for years, the genius behind so many of my favorite songs. His music had been my escape, my motivation, my comfort on so many days. And now, here he was, stepping into the very club where I worked. My hands were shaking just thinking about it.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, as I watched him casually approach the bar. His presence commanded the space, even though he moved with such a laid-back aura, his black leather jacket clinging to him effortlessly. He glanced around briefly before his eyes landed on me, and I froze, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

Stay calm, Y/N. You’re a professional. You can’t freak out right now.

"Good evening, sir. What can I get you?" I somehow managed to ask, though my voice came out shaky. My palms were sweating, and I was sure my face was flushed.

Yoongi’s gaze softened as a small smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Does the drink come with the bartender making it?" he joked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I chuckled nervously, trying to play it off like I wasn’t completely losing it on the inside. "You’re very funny, sir," I replied, forcing a smile. Act normal, Y/N, act normal.

His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than I expected, and I could feel my heart racing again. "What can you recommend?" he asked, leaning slightly on the counter, his eyes still locked on mine.

I was momentarily speechless, my brain scrambling to function. What was a good drink?

I bit my lip, trying to focus despite the intensity of his gaze. "Aperol Spritz," I blurted out, my voice still shaky. It was a safe choice, something light but classy. I was hoping he’d go for it.

"That sounds good," he said, giving me a warm, gummy smile that nearly melted me on the spot. His smile—it was even more beautiful in person than I’d ever imagined.

I quickly turned to grab the ingredients, my hands trembling slightly as I started mixing the drink. I could feel his eyes on me, and it was driving me insane. The way he leaned against the bar, so casual, so effortlessly cool—it was like a scene out of a movie, one I never thought I’d be part of.

As I focused on mixing the drink, I heard him speak again, his voice low and curious. "What time’s your shift end?"

My hand faltered for a moment, nearly spilling the Aperol. "Uh, 10 p.m.," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, though my heart was thudding in my chest. Why was he asking about my shift?

"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself, focusing on the drink to avoid looking directly at him.

"May I take you out?" His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I almost dropped the glass.

I choked on my own breath, coughing slightly in surprise. Did I just hear that right? My idol, the man whose music had shaped so much of my life, was asking to take me out? It felt surreal, like a dream I didn’t dare believe was happening.

"Sir—" I started to protest, my mind racing with confusion, excitement, and nerves all at once.

He cut me off, that same playful smirk still on his lips. "Just get my number then."

Before I could even react, he reached over and gently grabbed my wrist, pulling out a pen from his jacket. My breath hitched as I felt the warmth of his fingers on my skin. With a few quick strokes, he scribbled his number on my wrist.

"Call me. Please," he said, his voice softer now, more sincere. His eyes met mine again, and for a moment, everything else in the club disappeared. It was just me and him, locked in this surreal moment that I knew I would remember for the rest of my life.

I blinked, still trying to process everything as I finished making his drink and handed it to him. He took it with that same easy confidence, his fingers brushing against mine briefly before he lifted the glass to his lips.

The way he drank the Aperol Spritz—quickly, effortlessly, like it was water—was somehow the hottest thing I had ever seen. My eyes were glued to him, watching as he downed the drink with a casual grace that left me even more flustered than before.

When he set the glass down, he gave me one last smile before standing up from the bar. I watched, completely starstruck, as he slowly made his way out of the club, disappearing into the night like some kind of ethereal being.

For a few seconds, I just stood there, still clutching the bar counter, my mind reeling from what had just happened. My idol—Min Yoongi—had not only spoken to me, but he had given me his number.

Holy cow.

It felt too good to be true. I glanced down at my wrist, at the messy numbers scrawled there, and my heart skipped another beat. This wasn’t a dream. This was real.

I was still buzzing with excitement and disbelief as I continued working, but my mind kept drifting back to Yoongi, to the way he had looked at me, the sound of his voice, the feel of his hand on mine. The rest of my shift flew by in a blur, and when 10 p.m. finally rolled around, I couldn’t get out of the club fast enough.

As soon as I was out the door, I pulled out my phone, staring at the numbers on my wrist. My fingers hovered over the keypad, nerves bubbling up inside of me. Should I really call him? What if this was all a joke, or worse, what if he didn’t even remember me?

But then I thought about the way he had smiled at me, the way his eyes had lingered just a little too long. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a dream.

Taking a deep breath, I finally dialed the number. The phone rang once, twice, three times, before a familiar voice answered.

"Hello?"

My heart leaped into my throat, and for a second, I couldn’t find my voice. "Uh, hi... it’s Y/N. From the club."

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then I heard his soft chuckle. "Ah, the bartender. I’m glad you called."

I bit my lip, trying to hide my giddiness. "Yeah, well, you kind of gave me no choice," I teased lightly.

"Fair enough," he replied, amusement in his voice. "So, what do you say? Still up for going out?"

I glanced around, my nerves suddenly replaced with excitement. "Yeah, I think I am."

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains as I sat at my vanity, carefully applying the finishing touches to my makeup. I was feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness; today wasn’t just any day—it was my first real date with Min Yoongi after i literally spent the whole night talking to him. The Yoongi. My heart raced at the thought of spending time with him outside of the club, just the two of us, with no distractions.

I had barely finished putting on my lipstick when my phone rang, causing me to jump slightly. I grabbed it quickly, seeing his name flash on the screen.

"Hey," his deep voice flowed through the line, smooth and warm. "I'll pick you up. Send me your address, pretty."

I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. Pretty. He called me that so casually, yet it made my heart skip a beat every time. I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice betrayed me with a soft chuckle. "Oh, okay," I replied, fumbling as I typed out my address and sent it to him.

He responded with a simple "Got it. See you soon," and I hung up, staring at my reflection for a moment longer. Okay, Y/N. You’ve got this. Just be yourself.

I opted for something casual but cute—an airy summer dress that I felt confident in, paired with my favorite sandals. I didn’t want to overdo it, but at the same time, I wanted to look good. After all, this wasn’t just any date. This was a date with Yoongi.

As I finished getting ready, I heard a knock on the door. My heart leaped, and I quickly checked my reflection one last time before rushing over to open it. The moment I pulled the door open, there he was.

Yoongi stood there, dressed in a simple yet effortlessly stylish outfit—a white button-down shirt, slightly rolled up at the sleeves, paired with black slacks. His black hair fell softly over his forehead, and his eyes twinkled with amusement as he took in my appearance.

For a brief moment, he didn’t say anything, just looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. My face flushed under his gaze, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

"You look..." He paused, his lips curving into a small smile as he ran a hand through his hair. "So damn pretty."

His words made my heart flutter, and I laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Thanks," I murmured, trying to play it cool, though inside I was melting.

He extended his hand toward me. "Shall we?"

I took his hand, his fingers warm against mine as he led me out of my apartment. As we walked to his car, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him, still in awe of the fact that this was really happening. Yoongi—the man whose music I had adored for years—was holding my hand, and we were about to go on a date. It felt like a dream, one that I never wanted to wake up from.

Once we reached his car, Yoongi opened the passenger door for me, his actions gentlemanly and smooth. I slid in, my nerves settling slightly as I buckled my seatbelt and watched him move to the driver’s side. He got in and started the car, and soon enough, we were on our way.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, curious.

He glanced at me briefly, his smile returning. "It’s a surprise," he said cryptically, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he spoke.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A surprise, huh?"

"You’ll like it, I promise," he added, giving me a reassuring look. I trusted him, though I couldn’t deny that the mystery only added to the excitement bubbling in my chest.

As we drove, the conversation flowed easily between us. Yoongi was surprisingly easy to talk to, despite his usually quiet and reserved demeanor. He asked me about my work, my hobbies, and what I liked to do for fun, and I found myself opening up to him in a way that felt natural and comfortable.

In return, he shared little snippets of his life, telling me funny stories about his friends and how much he loved producing music. He talked about his love for quiet places, the serenity of sitting by a river with a notebook, just writing. It was moments like these that made me realize just how thoughtful and introspective he was—a side of him that wasn’t always visible in public.

After about thirty minutes of driving, we pulled up to a secluded park just on the outskirts of the city. It was beautiful—quiet, with large trees providing shade and a lake glistening in the sunlight.

"Wow," I breathed as I stepped out of the car. The peacefulness of the place immediately put me at ease, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness behind Yoongi’s choice.

He came around the car, taking my hand once again as we walked toward the lake. "I figured we could have a picnic," he said, nodding toward a small basket he had in the backseat.

My heart swelled at the idea. "A picnic? Aren't you scared we might caught by the media?" I grinned, looking up at him.

His ears turned a slight shade of pink, and he shrugged. "i don't really care about what the media says. i'm a human aswell"

I squeezed his hand gently, touched by the gesture. "well then, i love it"

We found a perfect spot under a large tree, the shade providing a cool relief from the warm sun. Yoongi laid out a blanket, and soon we were sitting together, the gentle breeze carrying the soft sounds of nature around us.

He opened the picnic basket, revealing an array of snacks—fruit, sandwiches, even a small bottle of wine. It was simple but thoughtful, and I couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky to be here with him.

As we ate, we continued talking, sharing more stories and laughing over silly things. At one point, Yoongi picked up a strawberry and held it out to me. "Here," he said, his eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle.

I giggled, leaning forward to take a bite, but at the last second, he pulled the strawberry away, smirking. "Too slow."

I playfully glared at him, crossing my arms. "Not fair," I pouted.

He chuckled, and after a moment, he held the strawberry out again, this time letting me take a bite. The sweet taste of the fruit was nothing compared to the warmth that spread through me from his teasing smile.

Time seemed to pass effortlessly as we lounged together, enjoying the serenity of the park. At one point, Yoongi leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes as he soaked in the peaceful atmosphere. I took the opportunity to study him, admiring the way the sunlight filtered through the branches above, casting a soft glow on his face.

He looked so at peace, so content. And it made me feel the same.

After a while, he opened his eyes, catching me staring. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

"You’re beautiful, you know that?" he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I felt my cheeks flush, my heart doing a little flip at his words. "You’re not so bad yourself," I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment with a playful smile.

He chuckled softly, but the way his eyes lingered on mine told me that he meant what he said.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the park, Yoongi stood up, offering me his hand. "Come on," he said, his voice soft but insistent.

I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. We walked along the edge of the lake, the water reflecting the fading sunlight in a way that made everything feel almost magical. The world around us seemed to quiet down, the only sounds being the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the occasional chirp of a bird in the distance.

At one point, Yoongi stopped walking, turning to face me. His expression had softened, a look of quiet contemplation on his face.

"I’m really glad you agreed to come out with me today," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant.

I looked up at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. "I’m glad you asked me," I replied, my voice just as soft.

For a moment, we just stood there, the world around us fading into the background. It was just me and him, standing by the water, sharing a moment that felt almost too perfect to be real.

And then, without saying a word, Yoongi gently pulled me closer, his hand cupping my cheek as he leaned in. My heart raced, my breath hitching as his lips brushed against mine in the softest, sweetest kiss.

It was slow, tender, and filled with a warmth that spread through my entire body, leaving me breathless.

When we finally pulled away, his forehead rested against mine, both of us breathing softly in the quiet evening air.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but I could hear the emotion behind it.

I smiled, my heart swelling with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. "For what?"

"For being here. For giving me a chance," he replied, his eyes soft and sincere.

I reached up, gently brushing my fingers through his hair. "You’re worth it," I whispered back.

It had been a whirlwind of a week since Yoongi and I started going on dates regularly. We’d been keeping things low-key, not caring too much about what the media might say. It was blissful—no pressure, no complications, just us. Every date felt like a slice of heaven, whether we were sneaking out for late-night drives or staying in to watch movies on the couch. Yoongi had a way of making everything feel easy, and for a while, I let myself believe that this little bubble we created could last forever.

But nothing ever stays hidden for long, especially when you're dating one of the most famous people in the world.

I was lying on my bed, doing my skincare routine with a sheet mask on, absentmindedly scrolling through my phone. I wasn’t expecting to find anything upsetting. In fact, I was enjoying the downtime, a rare moment to myself. That was until I stumbled upon an article that instantly made my heart sink.

"Min Yoongi of BTS, spotted at a bar months ago, writing his number on a bartender's wrist."

I froze. My fingers hovered over the screen as I read the article in shock. The photo attached was blurry, but it was definitely me. I recognized the scene instantly—the night Yoongi had come to the club where I worked and had asked for my number. I remember being so shocked and flustered, and now the world had access to that private moment.

My heart pounded in my chest as I scrolled down, reading article after article, each one with more intrusive headlines. My stomach twisted in knots as I clicked on the comments section of one post.

"I found her IG!" "Is this the bartender?" "She’s dating Yoongi? How dare she!" "She’s not even that pretty."

Each comment was worse than the last. The hate spilled across the screen, words laced with venom from people who didn’t even know me, yet somehow felt entitled to tear me apart. My hands started shaking, and my eyes stung as I continued to read.

Suddenly, the door to my bedroom opened, and Yoongi walked in. He looked relaxed, his usual calm self, but that all changed the moment he saw me. I was still lying on the bed, mask on, my phone gripped tightly in my hand. He crossed the room in a few strides, his expression instantly softening with concern as he approached.

"Y/N, you okay?" he asked, his deep voice low and soothing.

I didn’t answer him right away. Instead, I kept scrolling, my heart sinking further with each hateful comment. I felt the bed dip as Yoongi sat down beside me. He leaned over, glancing at my phone. The moment he saw what I was looking at, his expression darkened.

“Baby, don’t listen to them,” he said softly, reaching for my hand, but I pulled it away, still glued to the screen. I felt numb, my mind racing with thoughts about how much this could affect Yoongi’s life. The last thing I wanted was for my presence in his life to cause problems for him. I’d seen what rabid fans could do, how cruel the internet could be.

"She’s using him for clout." "Yoongi deserves better than her." "She’s just a nobody. How did she get his attention?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look anymore. My body trembled, and I let out a shaky breath.

"Y/N," Yoongi's voice was firmer now, but still gentle. He reached out again, taking the phone from my hands this time. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. He set it aside, his body shifting as he leaned over me, his arms wrapping around me tightly, pulling me into his embrace. His warmth was familiar and comforting, but I was too upset to melt into him like I usually would.

"Yoongi, I…" I struggled to find the words. "I don’t want to ruin your reputation."

He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, his arms still holding me close. “Baby, listen to me. This doesn’t change anything. I don’t care about what those people say.”

I opened my eyes, tears welling up as I looked up at him. "But what if they don’t stop, Yoongi? They’re already finding my social media, my pictures… It’s only going to get worse."

Yoongi gently brushed the hair away from my face, his eyes locking with mine. “I don’t care about them, Y/N. I care about you. They don’t know us, they don’t know you. And honestly, if they can’t accept that I’m dating someone, that’s on them. Not you.”

He leaned down, smashing his lips against mine, the kiss filled with urgency and a need to comfort me. My body responded instantly, my heart aching as I kissed him back, my hands gripping onto his shirt. His lips were soft, but the kiss was passionate, filled with emotion. He pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against mine.

"Y/N, I love you. I love you, not what the media says, not what the fans think. You’re the one I want, the one I’ve chosen," he muttered between small kisses, his lips grazing mine as he spoke.

I let out a shaky breath, my heart racing, but I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “Yoongi… I love you too. But I’m scared. I don’t want this to ruin everything you’ve worked for. I don’t want to be the reason you lose your fans.”

His eyes softened, and he brushed away the tears that had escaped down my cheeks. "You’re not ruining anything, okay? If people can’t handle the fact that I’m happy with you, then that’s their problem, not yours." He kissed me again, slower this time, his hands cupping my face gently. "Please don’t leave because of this. I need you."

His words sent a wave of warmth through me, but the doubt still lingered. I pulled away slightly, biting my lip. “But what if it gets worse? What if the media digs into my past, or my family? What if it becomes too much for you?”

Yoongi let out a small sigh, his fingers trailing softly along my jawline. “I’ve been dealing with the media for years, Y/N. They always find something to talk about, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll protect you from all of that, I promise.” He paused, searching my eyes for a moment before continuing. “we need a fandom cleanse anyway.”

I looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the sincerity in his gaze. This wasn’t just about protecting his reputation—he truly cared about me, about us. And in that moment, I realized that no matter how much hate or negativity came our way, Yoongi and I had something real, something that wasn’t going to be torn apart by strangers on the internet.

“I trust you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I really do.”

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time since I saw that article, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Yoongi wasn’t just saying empty words—he meant it. And I knew that no matter how tough things got, we’d find a way to navigate through it together.

We lay there for a while, tangled up in each other, the world outside fading away as I found comfort in his arms. He held me close, his steady heartbeat calming the storm inside me. Eventually, the anxiety that had been gnawing at me began to fade, replaced by a quiet resolve.

Yoongi kissed my forehead, his voice soft as he spoke. “Let’s just focus on us, okay? Don’t let those people get into your head. I love you, and that’s all that matters.”

I nodded, snuggling closer to him. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of warm, electrifying kisses as he pressed closer, his body hovering over mine. I could feel his breath against my skin, each kiss making me shiver with anticipation. His hands roamed over my body, soft but firm, as if he was memorizing every curve. I let out a soft whimper, my head tilting back to give him more access, and he took the invitation eagerly, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Yoongi…" I whined, my voice barely a whisper, breathless from the way his mouth moved against my skin. His name slipped past my lips, a plea hidden in the sound, and I felt him smirk against my neck.

“Hm?” he hummed, his voice vibrating against me, sending a jolt through my body. He moved to my ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe before pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. “What do you need, baby?” His voice was low, teasing, but I could see the dark hunger in his gaze.

I bit my lip, feeling the heat build up inside me, my heart pounding in my chest. "Need you…" I moaned lowly, my body arching beneath his as I tugged on his shirt, wanting nothing more than to feel him closer.

He groaned softly, his lips grazing mine before he kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue slipping past my lips in a slow, deliberate dance. The intensity made my head spin, and I could feel my body reacting to him, craving him.

Reaching for my phone, I unlocked it with shaky fingers and quickly scrolled through my playlist until I found the perfect song to match the mood—“Pretty When You Cry” by Lana Del Rey. As soon as the haunting melody filled the room, I dropped the phone to the side, letting the music set the atmosphere.

Yoongi’s eyes flicked to the phone, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips as the song played. “Good choice,” he whispered, his voice a mix of admiration and desire. He kissed me again, this time rougher, more intense, like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

The music filled the room, the sensual beats of Lana’s voice blending with the sounds of our breathless kisses and the soft moans escaping my lips. 

"i love you so much y/n. from the moment i saw you i already loved you" he says in between the kisses. "may i?" he asks me and without hesitation i nod. nothing will be ever hotter than a man asking for consent. making sure i'm comfortable and alright with what he's doing.

 he slowly goes down to my lower part. sliding down my shorts, revealing my damped panty with a wet patch on it "so wet. all for me? hm?" he coos, rubbing circles on my clothed clit, my back arching just from his touch. "already? i'm not even doing anythig yet baby" he says chuckling. his teeth then bites on the hem of my panty, sliding it down to get full access of my cunt. "are you ready? we can stop if you want" he assures me "fuck no..keep going yoongs" i reply to him, shaky voice. 

his tounge then starts to circle my clit, making my eyes roll back. him, smiling at the lewd noises i make, enjoying this. my hands makes it's way to his hair, tugging it. his tounge then starts to do it's magic. "fuck yoongs! they were right! your tounge technology is insane" i whimper, broken words, unable to speak fully with all the pleasure he's been giving me. "i-im coming!" i mewl, tightening my grip on his hair "yes baby, cum on my face yeah?" he says in between. i then couldn't take it anymore.

i felt my orgasm nearing, releasing white liquids on his face. he then faces to me, fuck he is so hot. especially with my liquids on his face. i then take off my shirt revealing my naked breast, i then cup his face, smashing my lips onto him, mixed with lust and love. "yoongs need you..fuck me please" i whimpered onto him, making him give me a smirk. he then starts to unbuckle his belt, sliding down his pants, revealing his erected cock, leaking with pre cum. "i'm clean, on birth control" i said "great" he replies, diving back onto the kiss. 

his hands makes it's way to my breast, playing with my nipples as i feel his tip enter me "fuck, you're so tight" he grunts in between the kiss "you're mine, alright?" he says, deep voice, making me absolutely crazy. "fuck...yes i am" i reply, whimpering. "good girl" he chuckles, as our body releases wet noises and the bed creaking rhythmically in every thrust he makes. "yoongs..i'm close" i breathly said, not even a whisper nor a whimper anymore. "come with me baby yeah? cum for me" he says, biting his lips, looking at me. 

"open your eyes. i want you to see who's making you cum" i then try my best in keeping my eyes open. i then felt my orgasm nearing, releasing my liquids once again. "baby wait for me, i'm almost there" he howls, "fuck, want me to cum inside you? hm? you'd like that don't you??" he says, while leaving a chuckle. "min yoongi!" i scream as i felt his release inside me, filling me to the brim, our liquids mixing with each other. 

assurance sex is fucking great.

he then falls on top of me giving me a peck on my cheek "i love you, will you be my girlfriend?" he says revealing his gummy smile "yes i will" i give him a smile back, happily knowing i have him as mine, and me as his.

Starring: love ˙✧˖📷 ⋆｡ ˚ PT. 2

actor!jeonghan x fem!reader

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Summary: You always had trouble finding love, but that never bothered you as you like to be independent. You had opened a cafe on Main Street all by yourself and things were going great without a boyfriend so you simply thought “Who needs a boyfriend anyways?”? But that changed once you had met the man of everyone’s dreams, Yoon Jeonghan.

Notes: hope y'all enjoy part 2 and also for such a late post I honestly just got really lazy and never felt like writing so my apologizes. I'll update this series once a week! (mainly on Thursdays)

Warnings: Cursing, Reader is an academic weapon, Nicknames (Doll, princess, gorgeous), please LMK if there's more!

wc: 1.6K

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The weeks went by faster than you had realized. Jeonghan still stopped by your cafe between his breaks and he's supposedly grown a liking towards you, at least that's what Sohee says. As the closing time of your cafe neared, you heard the bell from the entrance ring, and with no surprise, it was Yoon Jeonghan walking through the door. His outfit was quite different than the ones the stylists would normally put him in. He was wearing a white button-down, which where tucked into his pair of black dress pants and a black tie to bring the outfit all together. "What can I get you" Jeonghan looked up at the menu as if he hadn't already memorized all of it because of how frequently he visited "Just 2 iced americano". "Two?" you thought to yourself but you just nodded and got to work on the man's drinks. "Hey, Jeonghan?" Your voice so quiet you could barely hear it, but Jeonghan had heard you "Yes?" Jeonghan got up from where he had previously been seated and walked towards the pick-up section "You don't really like iced Americano's, right?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. Jeonghan lets out a sigh and begins to look around the cafe, as if he were avoiding your eyes "Yeah, just felt like a change today" He shrugs, finally bringing his eyes to meet you but you immediately look away. You didn't dare ask the second question that you had. "Who was the second one for?". "Alright, here you go" You bring yourself back from your thoughts and place Jeonghan's drinks on the table. You give Jeonghan a quick smile before turning your back towards him and beginning to clean up and get ready for closing "Hey Y/N?" Jeonghan's angelic voice sends chills down your spine. You turn around to face Jeonghan who has one of the iced americanos in his hand and the other still on the table "Go on a date with me." silence. "Are you joking?" Is what came out of your mouth, though you didn't intend it to. "Did you want it to be?" Jeonghan says in a teasing manner, slightly raising his right eyebrow. Silence engulfs the two of you as you're at a loss of words. Did you want it to be a joke?. "No.." you finally get out and Jeonghan seems quite satisfied with your response because a devious smirk appears on his lips. "Ok then, Tomorrow at 6 ?" you can only nod in response as you feared that if you were to open your mouth you would fuck everything up. Jeonghan chuckles a bit realizing you had completely shut down "Wear something nice, ok?" Jeonghan pushes one of the iced americanos towards you before taking his and walking out, leaving you completely stunned. You aren't left in the dark for long as you get a text from Sohee.

"What took you so long, I was about to leave you here." Sohee nags once you finally finished cleaning and locked up for the day "Sorry, some last minute stuff" You shrug but Sohee always knows when something's up "I saw Jeonghan leave the cafe just now~" Sohee giggles, grabbing a hold of you arm. You already knew where this was going "What's up with you too" Sohee drags you from side to side as if he were trying to shake something out of you "Did he ask you out?" You didn't even get to respond when Sohee gasped loudly, shaking you vigorously. "I FUCKING KNEW IT, I LITERALLY TOLD YOU HE WANTED YOU!" Sohee jumps up and down, still holding onto your arm. "I didn't even say anything!" You try and defend yourself but Sohee shuts you down almost immediately "You suck at hiding your facial expressions" Sohee giggles, which you roll your eyes at in response "Fuck you." You scoff, finally pulling yourself away from the boy.

The next day had arrived and you were beyond nervous. You decided to wear a black tube top dress that stopped just above your knees, a black shoulder bag, a simple silver necklace with a singular diamond pendant at the center, and a pair of black heels. You finish your makeup and rush out your apartment door, making your way towards your cafe. As you approach your cafe, you see a black BMW parked right in front of the cafe. The closer you got, the tenser you became but the second you saw Jeonghan, all of it disappeared. "Hello beautiful," He says teasingly but he truly meant it. You looked absolutely stunning to him and he simply wanted to just stare at you for hours on end. "Hi," You lower your head sheepishly, your face getting hot. Jeonghan opens his car door, taking your hand as he helps you enter his car. You somehow completely forgot that this man was a celebrity, an extremely rich and famous one at that. Jeonghan begins to drive and there is silence between the two of you, not awkward silence but more comfortable silence, or at least that's what Jeonghan thought. You, on the other hand, was a whole other story. Now that it's kinda dawned on you that you're going on a date with a celebrity, you start to second-guess basically your entire existence, well that's what it felt like. You felt underdressed compared to Jeonghan, who was wearing a silk-like white shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants with his pretty black hair pulled up in a half up half down type hairstyle (what he wore to that Saint Laurent event). Though the outfit was quite simple, the way it looked on Jeonghan made it look exquisite and expensive, which it probably was. "You look stressed," Jeonghan says breaking the silence "Do I?" You finally look up from your lap and at Jeonghan whose eyes are on the road "Yeah, don't be though" You scoff at his response and only then does he take his eyes off the road to look at you "I'm going out with a fucking celebrity, what do you mean 'don't be'" You say in a sarcastic tone and Jeonghan smirks at your snarky response "Tonight, Don't think of me as a celebrity, just think of me as Jeonghan, just another human on this planet" You liked the thought of that. Just Jeonghan. "Welp, we're here" Jeonghan gets out of the car and opens the car door for you before handing his car keys to the valet attendant and walking you into a fancy Italian restaurant. You're both seated at a table in the corner and are given menus before the two of you are finally left alone. "So.." Jeonghan begins "When'd you open your cafe?" He asks "Back when I was about 19?" You shrug, Jeonghans eyebrows shoot up in surprise "Dam you were young then" Jeonghan remarks, leaning back in his seat. "What about school and shit?" he asks. "Honestly," you respond "I was pretty smart in high school and throughout college, so It wasn't something I was worried about, I managed." Jeonghan lets out a playful sigh "Wish I had that struggle" he quips, a slight smirk on his face. "Oh come on, you couldn't have been that dumb" You reassure him "Nah I was, the lowest of my class actually" He chuckles "Was too caught up with training and friends and stuff to really care about studying and my grades, you know" with a hint of sarcasm you respond "Actually not really" teasing him a bit and the man seems to enjoy it as he lets out a laugh.

The two of you order your food and continue to chat, even after finishing your food, the two of you sit for an extra hour simply just talking. "We should probably leave" You suggest and Jeonghan nods, getting up from his seat and you follow. "Thanks for tonight Jeonghan," You say once you enter the car "I really enjoyed myself" You beamed "Don't mention it doll, I enjoyed myself as well" The nickname caught you off guard and very visibly too because Jeonghan seems to smirk taking a look at your flustered expression. Once you finally reach the outside of your apartment, Jeonghan helps you out of his car "Wait hold on" Jeonghan stops you from going up the stairs of your apartment complex. He runs towards his car and opens the back door of his car, picking up a grey zip-up hoodie from the back seat and brings it towards you. "Here" he takes both of your hands and places the zip-up hoodie in them "What's this for?" You scoff "It's cold these days," He says "And I just wanted to, thought you would look good in it" His voice is teasing, though you would find it annoying if it was someone else (Sohee) you didn't mind because it was Jeonghan. After a further examination of the hoodie, you realize it wasn't necessarily plain. It had a little blue and red flower on the front side of it with the wording "KENZO PARIS" on it. "Thanks, Jeonghan, I didn't get you anything though" You sulk a bit, wishing you would have known he would have gotten you something "I don't need any gifts from you, you're my gift for tonight," He says, the return of his signature teasing tone is evident "You're too much" You laugh, pushing his shoulder just a bit. "Maybe" He shrugs, a stupid smile on his face. He walks you up to your apartment till you are both at your doorstep "Lemme see your phone" Jeonghan puts his hand in front of you and you immediately hand it to him unlock, all survival instincts being left behind. After a few seconds, Jeonghan hands you back your phone, now with his contact saved "Text me, ok?" He says and you nod "Goodnight princess" He smiles "Night Jeonghan" You smile back before shutting the door behind you, officially ending your first date with Jeonghan.

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While adding OCs like reader's friends or the love interest's girlfriends, flings or stuff like that (yk for angst)

-For research purposes

I'm working on it

Idol: Stray Kids Hyunjin

Genre: kind of fluff🌸

Warning: nothing❌

Hyunjin x reader

- You two are working on the new Stray Kids' album and you want to stay the more time with him fakeing of needing help for the song

It's already one month you and Hyunjin are working on some songs on the new Stray kids album. You love it. You have fun with him and for you to work with him it's much more better then working with anybody else.

You almost finished the fifth of the five tracks you were working on, but you didn't want to finish. You just wanted to work with him forever.

But you need to finish, you have to finish for let him and the other members practice vocals and for let the choreographer do the dance but maybe...just a pair of days wouldn't bother.

That morning, you came in the in the room in the JYP bulding where you were usually work.

"Hi Y/N. Have you finished the song?" He said with a cute smile on his face. "Ehm..no...I'm working on it" You said fakeing.

The song, lyrics and music, was in your laptop.

"Ok so let's finish the song!" Hyunjin said. He took the lap top from the backpack you always come with and pressed the power botton. Immediately you remeber. You remeber where the song is and you are dead worry.

It's not a big deal. It's just a song but he will certainly ask you why you lied.

He started to check all the folders to find the incomplete song and when he found it he listened it.

"This is very good why you think it isn't complete?" He said with a smile

"...It's just that i don't like it" you said obviously lying. "Don't lie to me" he said.

"Sorry...I just wanted to be with you the more time as i can, so i tought that maybe lying i could have one more day with you...sorry" You say admitting everything.

"Really? You want to be with me. You could tell me. The song is very good, the lyrics is great so now we can go to get something to eat together!" He said making you the happiest person in this world.

"Yes..if you want. I would be glad to" you said a lot embarrassed and happy at the same time. "What do you want to eat?" "I would like some sushi!"

"Great, let's go!"

A/n: I'm very sorry for the bad english...sorry for all the mistakes

Cuddly

Idol: Twice Momo

Genre: Fluff🌸

Warnings: Nothing❌

Momo x reader

-Just a cuddly Momo wanting to cuddle with you in the morning

Today is saturday. You love saturday. Saturday means relax for you; but today you have more than relax...you have Momo. You have her sleeping face in front of you, her mouth slightly open, her hair a mess, the sound of her breathing and her hand that touches your right hand.

You could stay like this for hours, just wathing at her.

Momo slowly started to open her eyes showing you these two eyes of her that will forever make you go crazy. "Y/N" Momo said while kinda crawling near to you. You felt her warm breath on your neck.

"Good morning Momo" you said with the sweetest voice you could have in your throat. "I love you" Momo replied like if she waited that morning for telling you. You coudn't help but smile in a shyly way that made Momo definitely wake up.

She took your hands and holds them between your faces, she looked at them and then at you. She started pocking your cheek and then kiss you on the forehead. That day Momo was... cuddly, and you liked it.

"What do you want to do today?" you asked "Nothing but stay here" Momo said. You stood up sitting on your bed and she stood up too, you hugged her tightly and whispering 'I love you' many times. She pulled you away and grabs your face giving you many kisses all around your face.

You lyed on your bed asking Momo to join you. She snuggled her face in you neck breathing in your scent. "I love you, Y/N" Momo said "I love you too and i'm glad you love me, Momo".

A/N: I know that's the typical scenarios that every one does but i have to do it because i can step out all my sweet thoughts.

FACE - Woosung/Sammy Kim - Drabble

Kim Woosung/Sammy Kim x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Word count: 2,5k

Summary: After a long semester of uni finally comes to an end, y/n and her friends are able to go out again and have fun. A fun night out turns into something very beautiful.

(Also I would like to apologize for any errors, english is not my first langugae so please have mercy on me ^^’)

~Hope you like it!

„Finally!!! We are done with all those stupid exams!!!” your friend Coco shouted once you got back to your apartment from Uni after having your last exam for this semester today.

“Hey, you do know that we have neighbors, right?” you giggled, hitting her in a playful way.

“Yeah, yeah, but aren’t you glad that we finally can relax?? We should celebrate it!”

“Of course I am glad, silly. So how do you want to celebrate surviving another semester?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet but I want to do it tonight! Otherwise it’s not as much of an celebration.”

“Sounds a lot like you want to go drinking, huh?”

She smiled at you sheepishly, “Maybe…”

“Okay so a girls night out it is?”

“Eeeeh…” she started hesitatingly, blushing a little

“what do you mean ‘eeeh’?”

“How about…”

“Wait! You want to ask the cute guy from our history class out, don’t you??” you said wiggling your eyebrows at her

“Heyy!” she punched your arm, “what I was going to say was: we could gather a few of our friends… and maaaaybe also hajoon…” she got quieter during the end mumbling the last word.

You grinned. “Well you can invite some people I guess, still don’t have a lot of friends that aren’t also yours here” you smiled a little embarrassed at yourself hearing that coming out of your mouth after being here for already one and a half year.

“Oh just not too many please… I’d like to still keep the circle small tonight.” you added

“Sure thing she said, sitting down on the couch and already looking through her phone for the right people”

Some time passed and you used it well by taking a nap, seemed like the best idea since you’re probably gonna be out the whole night. However, your peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by Coco barging in your room exclaiming that she finally had the perfect selection of people.

You mumbled a half awake “Shoot” and nuzzled your head back into your pillow.

“Okay so, since we want a rather small group this time, I made sure that I selected them very carefully!” She listed a few of your friend group to which you just nodded to, still half asleep.

“And-I-also-might-have-asked-Hajoon-if-he-was-free-and-he-is-joining-us!!” She quickly spat out hiding her face in her hands squealing like a little kid.

You grinned at her, “glad you finally had the guts to ask him out!”

“That’s not all thought, I thought that since I would be a little occupied with hajoon tonight I though I would invite someone for you too! BUT- Please don’t hit me now okay!”

You slowly opened your eyes looking at her kinda pissed already. “And who would that someone be?”

“Sammy…” she mumbled

“HUH?!?!” now it was really over with your beauty sleep, you shot up in your bed looking at her in disbelief. “Sammy?, you… mean Sammy Kim?? Your freind from highschool, who I had nothing but awkward interaction with since I met him last year?” 

“Awkward Interactions?” she giggled, “ if that’s what you call love at first sight but no clue how to handle it, yeah sure you guys had some AwKwArD InTeRaCtIoNs. And now don’t act like I didn’t realize how you two were looking at each other that night, plus how often you too hung out to sTuDy.”

“No No No, he really helped me out with my photography project back then, and you promised me that we would never speak of that night again!” Just as you finished your sentence Coco’s phone made a ding. She opened it and grinned once again.

“Oh come on you both have the hots for each other but your are both to scared to admit it and I like the effect you have on each other, you both are like creative chargers for one another. I’ve yet to see you procrastinate when he is around and you have heard his music improving yourself, do you think that comes just out of nowhere? Huh? Whatever he just texted that he is coming tonight so this discussion is over!”

You looked at her with wide eyes and your heart skipping a beat. You definitely have a crush on Sammy and yeah maybe that happened the first time you met him BUT you were just never really the relationship type of girl, plus you didn’t plan on staying in Korea after Uni so you didn’t want to get to attached to something/someone plus you liked things the way they were up until said night. New Years Eve Party to be exact. You and Coco had a party at the Apartment and most of your friends were wasted at 1am already and Sammy and You also had quite a bit to drink, one thing led to another and you only remember waking up next to him in your bed, all cuddled up together with and hunch of what could have happened. Luckily you two were up before everyone else thinking nobody noticed but of course Coco knew the second she looked at you once she woke up. Sammy had to leave quickly that day because of some issues with brother, who wanted to visit him on New Year’s. Ever since than you two tried to keep it casual by not addressing it at all and kind of ignoring each other and your feelings for one another a bit. Until now apparently.

You sighed falling back into your cozy bed once Coco left your room.

~Time skip~

You pushed the thoughts of the night ahead to the side -mostly for Coco since she was worried that you were actually mad at her.

To proof her wrong you put on a smile and you two started to get ready together while blasting music and starting to pre drink a bit. It felt so good though to finally have the time to go out with some friends again after all that studying and stress with exams, just getting ready with your roommate was already so much fun.

Soon your uber came and you were on your way to the club where Coco told the others to meet you. You saw Sammy already when from the car, and your heart stopped a beat. He was just leaning against the wall, headphones in and on his phone. You took a second to admire him before the car came to a spot where you guys could get out. Coco saw him as well form where you two were and tried to scare him since he wasn’t aware of his surroundings, but she failed.

You greeted Sammy with a warm hug, thinking that he would probably feel your fast heartbeat but you always hugged him to say hello and you didn’t want to make things more weird. To your surprise you could feel his heartbeat as well, which weirdly calmed you down a bit.

You too still kept a bit of a distance for now just making things seem “casual”, clearly aware of the tension between the two of you. You got a table at your favorite club and soon drinks started to flow. Your group had an awesome time dancing, drinking, catching up and just enjoying your freedom for now

The DJ was great and constantly playing what you wanted, a couple hours went by and your friend group started to get smaller, one after the other leaving with someone they flirted with for about half an hour. Oh and Coco was all tangled up with Hajoon just as you both expected. You didn’t care about all of that too much just enjoying yourself on the dance floor and chatting a bit with Sammy while still continuously ordering drinks.

Of course some dudes tried to hit on you especially while you were dancing, overflowing with confidence but you just told them to get lost, you were really not interested in any of them. You were really just here to have fun but as you caught a glimpse of the way Sammy was watching your every move you smiled a bit to yourself.

You both were a bit buzzed by now, it being around 1:30am and most of your friends, well actually all of them already gone. The club was still buzzing and you were in no way ready to leave yet, neither was Sammy. It may seem a bit boring to just stand at a table watching a girl dance for hours, only taking breaks to pee or take another shot, not for him tho. Watching your body float over that dancefloor, never missing a single beat, smiling with closed eyes. And every time you were sick of a song you made your way over to him smiling with sparkling eyes in which he could get lost in forever. Every time you would come over you two had a shot or two and every time you went back on the dancefloor you tried to convince him to come with you. He came with once or twice, wanting to stay there with you the whole night just being weightless together but he knew that if he kept dancing with you and already being a bit drunk, he would want more and he wasn’t sure if you were okay with that so he stayed at the table.

At around 3am your feet started to hurt from all the dancing in your heels and you were feeling pretty dizzy, still not wanting to stop dirinking. Sammy knew by the way you came back to him that you were ready to leave and get some food somewhere.

“Sammy…! Wanna grab a bite somewhere?!” you shouted in his ear hoping he would understand with all the loud music and people talking.

To be completely honest he didn’t understand anything over the loud music and his own spinning head but he knew what you wanted so he just nodded and you two left. Once you stepped out of the club you both took a deep breath an looked at each other for a second. In this moment the only thing you wanted to do was kiss him, get lost in his touch and never wake up from it again but instead you just smiled at him and repeatedly said that you were hungry.

Sammy was in the same position, he knew that soon he would not be able to contain himself if you keep looking at him with those intense eyes of yours. He laughed at you being a whiny baby and took your hand to lead you to your guys’ favorite 4am drunk-food place. You both knew that he initially just wanted to yank you a bit in the direction you had to go yet you kept walking hands interlocked up until you got to the food place. It just felt so natural that none of you wanted to let go, so you kept it that way for a few moments longer.

You two kept chatting a bit while enjoying your food. For the few other people in the restaurant you two just looked like a regular couple acting all cute together, feeding each other and giggling while still ordering a few drinks. The owner of the restaurant actually thought you two were so cute that she gave you another soju-bottle for free, “For the lovebirds” she said as she put a the bottle down and winked at you.

You looked at each other with big eyes and you started to giggle since you were still pretty drunk. You took the soju with you and left the restaurant after paying. You were not ready to leave one another yet but you remember that Sammy had that great view from his apartment rooftop so you went there, on the way your hands found each other again and you just walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

You set up everything and settled down on the roof with your soju and a blanket just starring into nothing. Soon the two of you were cuddled up listening to each other’s breath.

You sighed “I missed this, you know?”

“Missed what?” he tried playing dumb

“This.. you… us..” you mumbled into his chest trying to hide your blushing

“Me too” he said while running his hands through your hair.

You lifted your head to look at him in the dim light just taking in his features bit by bit. He just smiled at you, slowly closing his eyes, like a cat would do. Carefully you sat up a bit and firmly pressed your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss. It was a very sweet delicate kiss, maybe even innocent, savoring every little moment of a innocent yet so powerful love. You two dragged the kiss as long as your lungs would allow it, after that you quickly nuzzled your head into his warm chest again.

“We should head inside it’s really getting cold and I don’t want you to get sick…” he softly whispered

You nodded and you packed your things to move into the apartment. It was so much warmer and just as cozy as you remembered it. You let out a yawn, stretching your body, Sammy saw his chance and wrapped his arms around you from behind burring his head in your neck. “Tired?” he asked softly.

“yeah… a bit…”

“then let’s go to bed then, shall we?” he asked while already heading towards the bedroom. He gave you his favorite shirt and shorts to sleep in, knowing you would have asked for them sooner or later, also he loved the way they looked on you. You excused yourself to the bathroom to change.

Once you locked the door behind you, you started to freak out silently a bit but on the other hand, everything just felt so right, Your bodies and minds just fit perfectly together and you were kind of mad at yourself for wanting to cut this awesome connection after it got a bit more serious. You washed you face, changed into the clothes he gave you and took a deep breath before heading back to the bedroom.

Sammy was already all cuddled up and his room looked even more comfortable with the delicate fairy-lights you gifted him last Christmas. You crawled next to him getting comfortable. He gave you another soft kiss, but you wanted more. You started to intensify it to which he gave in, you were hungry for him the whole night already so you were more than eager letting your hand slowly travel over his body an to the hem of his boxers but suddenly he grabbed your hand. A bit perplex you broke the kiss and looked at him confused.

“did... did I do something wrong?” you asked quietly “Do you not want to?”

“you didn’t do anything wrong y/n…” he gave you a peck “It’s just, the last time we did it too quickly and lost each other for a few months… And I don’t want to lose you… this... us again... is… is it okay if we just fall asleep in each other’s arms for now?”

You started to tear up a bit at his words, this was the first time he actually told you how he really felt -probably a bit because of the alcohol too but you didn’t mind that- and it made you realize how you felt as well, so you nodded stealing one last kiss before cuddling up with him and slowly drifting of to sleep while listening to his heartbeat.

~To be continued~

Imagine coming along with one of you’re friends to their job as a makeup artist. You had no idea who they were working for in the kpop industry but you were excited nonetheless. When you showed up, you got a visitors pass for the TV station and your friend picked you up in the lobby. When you went inside the waiting room you saw Seventeen and nearly died. They were all surprised to see a foreigner, even more so to see one so shy and quiet. For the nearly the entirety of your visit you sat in the corner on your phone doing fuck shit. Idol!Hoshi kept stealing glances at you but you thought it was just cause you were a new face. After the recording they came back and Jesus almighty you would’ve imploded if you saw the fan site pics of them as they were when they came in. Your friend gave you a nudge and handed you a water bottle. “Listen I know he’s your bias wrecker lol but he’s literally only been looking at you since you walked through the door... give it to him...” you wanted die of embarrassment but he was right next to, you couldn’t pass up this chance. “This is for you...” you said. “Thank you umm this may sound blunt and uncalled for but may I have your number... I like the tiger pin on your back pack and wanted to ask you where you got it and maybe if you would show me where to get it sometime?” “Yeah I can totally do that!” His knees went weak at your response. Who knew things could work out so greatly?

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